The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 66 Peacock Flying
According to Xi Wanqing's previous instructions, Mo Yu spoke three points passionately and seven points wronged. Coupled with her pitiful expression, Xi Wanqing had to say that Mo Yu, the girl, sang this play very realistically. .

"Although the third lady shows off her style, I will definitely testify for you, so that you will not lose to that number one beauty."

"Yeah yeah."

There was another booing from the audience.

"It is said that the third lady of An Guohou's mansion is amazingly talented, and she is one of the most talented women in Nanheng Country. It is indeed the case today. Since the third lady wants to set up a stage in my Fengxian Tower and show off her beauty, I don't know if the third lady is the best. Dare to compete with this girl." At this moment, a glamorous woman in a water-colored smoky skirt held a white feather fan in her hand, brushed her willow waist with light steps, and walked towards the stage gracefully.

The woman's face is slightly powdered, she is wearing a water-colored smoky skirt that is elegant and elegant, her hair is tied into a flowing cloud bun, and there are two jade hairpins and a step shaker on her head. She looks fresh and elegant, not at all like this phoenix girl. The girl from Xianlou.

"Qingcheng, ouch, my little ancestor, this is the third lady of An Guohou's mansion, what is your rivalry with the third lady?" Seeing Wu Qingcheng threatening a competition, Aunt Xu hurriedly persuaded her.

Wu Qingcheng glanced at Aunt Xu, ignored her words, and parted her cinnabar red lips: "Could it be that the third miss despises Qingcheng's low status and is not worthy of competing with the third miss."

Wuqin Qingcheng raised a beautiful face, and her words carried a hint of challenge.

Mo Yu didn't expect that Wu Qingcheng would have such a request. She was afraid that her daughter's plan would be ruined, so she couldn't make up her mind for a while. She stood quietly on the stage, and did not answer Wu Qingcheng's words in time, but quietly He looked in the direction where Xi Wanqing was sitting.

"This is a good show. The famous talented woman in Hanyang City will face off against the all-powerful oiran in Fengxian Tower. I don't know who will win and who will lose. I am looking forward to it." Jun Wuxi shook Holding the folding fan in his hand, a handsome face smiled suavely.

Xi Wanqing received Mo Yu's eyes asking for help, and nodded slightly to her.

"Since Miss Qingcheng intends to compete with this lady in talent, how can I refuse to agree, how can Miss Qingcheng compare?" Mo Yu got Xi Wanqing's consent and complied with Wu Qingcheng's request.

Feng Yichen sat quietly the whole time, looking at the stage from the beginning to the end, without saying a word, but just now, he didn't lose the slightest bit of the help-seeking look that Mo Yu cast on Xi Wanqing.

On the stage, Wu Qingcheng looked at Mo Yu with raised eyebrows, with a somewhat aloof expression: "Miss San, you and I will win two out of three competitions, one for dancing, two for painting, and three for playing the piano, what do you want?" how."

While sipping tea, Xi Wanqing looked at Wu Qingcheng, and saw the arrogance between her brows. Although she was reduced to the land of fireworks, she still maintained a bit of aloofness, and she had a bit of appreciation for her.

Wu Qingcheng is the first-class oiran lady in Fengxian Tower, she is both talented and beautiful, it can be said that fate has tricked people, and let such wonderful people fall into the dust. ,Unforgettable.

Mo Yu nodded lightly, and didn't have any objections. Originally, my lady had arranged these three items for her, but now it's just a competition with her.

"Since the third lady doesn't have any objections, let's go first. As the host, Qingcheng should let the guests perform first." Wu Qingcheng asked Mo Yu to perform first.

"Okay." Mo Yu didn't delay, simply answered a word, and went to the backstage to change the dance clothes, ready for the next performance.

"I don't know what kind of dances the ladies in Hanyang City will perform. I'm tired of seeing maiko dances on weekdays. Today, Mr. Ben is really looking forward to Miss Xisan's dancing skills." A table of four belongs to Jun Wuxi. Tuberculosis, never idle for a moment, when no one pays attention to him, he will shake the folding fan in his hand and talk to himself very enthusiastically.

Xi Wanqing rolled his eyes at him, and said coldly: "My lord, you have to take a closer look later, this Miss Xisan is so beautiful that not everyone is lucky enough to see her."

"Ahem... It seems that today, thanks to the blessing of my lord, this king is able to see this alluring dance." Feng Yichen, who hadn't opened his mouth until now, listened to Xi Wanqing's words, and answered something meaningful. .

Xi Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly speculated that maybe this crooked King Chen saw that Xi Zhuqin was a fake.

Xi Wanqing raised her eyebrows to look at Feng Yichen, and saw that his face was still clear and his eyes hadn't changed in the slightest. Maybe he just said that sentence by chance, so I felt a little relieved.

Feng Yixiao looked at Feng Yichen, saw that Feng Yichen's face was pale, and said indifferently: "It seems that the fourth brother has been ill for a long time, and even his mind is confused. How could it be this son's credit." Feng Yixiao glanced at Xi Wanqing lightly while speaking, and then continued: "If you want to say this credit, it must be Xi Zhuyan, the second lady of the Marquis of Anguo's Mansion, if not This Xi Zhuqin is eager to win, how could he come to Fengxian Tower to show off his demeanor and prove his talent."

"What Brother Two Huang said is very true." After Feng Yixiao finished speaking, Feng Yichen replied with a blank expression on his face.

There are four people at a table, you say a word, I say a word, and the time for this cup of tea is over.

It's just that in the private room on the second floor, Gong Xingyan stared at Xi Wanqing and the three men, chatting without saying a word, and had already soaked in the vinegar jar. However, the private room where Gong Xingyan lived was indeed covered in winter snow, and Lei Jian and Lei Ying standing behind him were shivering from the cold.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the hall, Xi Wanqing raised his eyes to look at the stage, at this moment, Mo Yu had already changed into his dance clothes and was walking towards the stage gracefully.

Mo Yu was wearing a set of peacock dance clothes, which was designed by Xi Wanqing. Considering that women's clothes are more conservative in this era, this peacock dance dress is different from the usual peacock dance clothes. The difference is that , This set of dance clothes has pen-thin tube sleeves and a lotus leaf stand collar, and lotus leaves are added to the cuffs. Mo Yu puts on this dance dress, which outlines the curve of her figure.

The noble young masters in the Fengxian Building had never seen such strange dance clothes before, and all of them opened their eyes wide and stared at Mo Yu's body.

Mo Yu walked slowly into the center of the stage with lotus steps, moved lightly with lotus steps, twirled the flowers with his jade fingers, twisted his jade arms softly, and got ready for dancing.

Miaoman's body dances lightly on the stage, softly and softly, as soon as she dances, her slender arms convey the agility of a peacock; her soft waist dances gracefully like a peacock; The swirling skirt shows the splendor of the peacock; the exquisite headdress exudes the nobility of the peacock.

"What kind of dance is this? It's unheard of."

"I think Miss Xisan's dance is like a peacock flying around, it's extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful."

(End of this chapter)