The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 67 Ten Girls
The people in Fengxian Tower were all shocked by Mo Yu's peacock dance, and whispered to each other in private.

Xi Wanqing smiled with her lips curled up. Seeing the current situation, her goal seemed to be achieved. In order to make Xi Zhuqin's reputation resound throughout the Nanheng Kingdom, she had to add some extra material.

At some point, Xi Wanqing took out a delicate gourd jade flute from her bosom, and then gently put it to her mouth.

In an instant, the melodious rhythm of the gourd and jade flute pierced the air and gently fell into the ears of everyone present.

The melody reverberates softly in the ears, the spring water ding-dong, the sound of birdsong, as if there is still wind blowing, the flowers are swaying, and among the flowers, a peacock is carefully grooming, sometimes pecking at bright feathers, sometimes sitting Resting in the grass, the sound of Laizhi was so quiet that day that there was no wave, serene and soft. Accompanied by Mo Yu's flexible dancing posture, it made people feel refreshed. This dance and this song really fit together seamlessly.

Mo Yu on the stage retracted his movements slightly, and the dance ended, and the melody of the gourd and jade flute also quietly stopped.

In the Fengxian Building, after the dance was over, everyone came back to their senses, and all of them were fascinated.

"Miss Xisan is worthy of being one of the most talented women in Hanyang City. This dance is really amazing."

"Yes, yes, such a peerless dance is probably rare even in the nine heavens."

As soon as Mo Yu finished dancing, the faces of the nobles below the stage were full of unsatisfactory expressions. Although everyone felt that the allure ended too early and felt a little regretful, they all admired it.

"May I ask Miss San, what is the name of the dance you just danced?" A man in a blue brocade robe suddenly asked under the stage.

Mo Yu stood gracefully on the stage, looked at the man in the blue brocade robe, and said calmly: "This is the dance of the peacock. Qin'er's dance itself is not special, but it was just matched with the sound of nature by that young master. The sound made the dance instantly tinged with brilliance."

While Mo Yu was speaking, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Xi Wanqing affectionately, and the admiration on his face was undisguised.

"Oh, so it's called the Peacock's Dance. It's wonderful. It really is wonderful. The name is beautiful, and the dance is even more beautiful." The man in the blue brocade robe heard that and couldn't help but praise a few more words.

All the nobles in the audience looked at Mo Yu's eyes full of affection and looked in one direction. They all followed her line of sight curiously. In the direction of Mo Yu's line of sight, Xi Wanqing was dressed in a crescent white robe and was facing Yushu. Where Lin Feng was sitting upright, everyone just remembered that the music that sounded like the sound of nature was originally composed by this young master. With just one wonderful sound, he won the heart of a beautiful woman.

Seeing Mo Yu's tender and affectionate look, Jun Wuxi took Xi Wanqing with one hand and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite good at making love at such a young age."

Xi Wanqing didn't answer, Feng Yichen who was on the side only smiled slightly after hearing about it.

"This son is now in Miss Xisan's eyes, and I'm afraid he will soon become Chen Long's quick son-in-law in the Marquis of An Guo's mansion. I'm here to congratulate you on your acquisition of a beautiful woman." Feng Yixiao cupped his hands to Xi Wanqing and spoke. The tone of voice is not very pleasant, and there is a taste of yin and yang.

Xi Wanqing took a look at Feng Yixiao, and realized that this person was really annoying to her. Didn't he like Xi Zhuyan? Then Xi Zhuqin was affectionate towards her, and it was none of his business. Could it be that he thought that she would Prevent him from wooing the forces of the Marquis of Anguo.

"By the auspicious words of my lord, if I can really marry such a beautiful woman, then I must remember to invite my lord to come to my house for a glass of wedding wine, and then my lord will be rewarded." Since this is the case, she has nothing good to say, thinking She, Xi Wanqing, was not the one to be bullied, so after a few words, she flung her at Feng Yixiao with a smile.

Feng Yixiao's face darkened, and he replied extremely coldly: "It's natural."

Xi Wanqing looked at Feng Yixiao, and found that this person was really interesting. Since she didn't like to sit at the same table with her, why would she sit here so shamelessly? Besides, she didn't invite him to sit here. There is no private room of any kind, so I have to squeeze this one-third of an acre of land with her here.

Xi Wanqing felt angry when she thought about it, and gave Jun Wuxi a hard look, that was the culprit who brought in that annoying person.

On the stage, as soon as Mo Yu finished dancing, he stepped off the stage first.

Mo Yu stepped back from the stage, while Wu Qingcheng put on her dance clothes and walked onto the stage slowly with lotus steps.

It is a song of Lishang that dances all over the city.

In the hall, the sound of the piano is like a silver plate falling, and the crisp and melodious notes flow out slowly from the string of silk and bamboo, rushing for thousands of miles, and falling into the ears of everyone present. , gently tactfully.

Wu Qingcheng walked slowly to the sound of the zither, and saw her, sometimes her movements were as gentle as a veil of smoke, and sometimes like a butterfly playing with flowers, she was very beautiful.

After dancing to a song, Wu Qingcheng stroked the beads of sweat on his forehead, took a breather, and said indifferently to the crowd: "Miss Xisan's dancing skills are really outstanding. In this round of competition, Qingcheng is willing to bow down."

Xi Wanqing looked at Wu Qingcheng, who was actually a talented woman. She knew that the reason why Mo Yu's dance was able to win was because of the novelty of the peacock dance and the gourd short flute. In terms of dancing skills, Mo Yu is absolutely inferior to Wu Qingcheng.

Mo Yu didn't expect a prostitute to be so humble, but she looked at Wu Qingcheng differently.

After the first dance competition, Mo Yu and Wu Qingcheng quickly changed back into skirts, and then went on to the second competition.

The second round is a painting competition. Both of them can paint on the stage at the same time, and the time is limited to one stick of incense.

The servants of Fengxian Tower quickly placed all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones, tables and other objects needed for painting on the cylindrical stage. Mo Yu and Wu Qingcheng each held a table and began to paint in their hands.

All the nobles in the audience, seeing Mo Yu and Wu Qingcheng holding brushes in their hands, waving their cloud sleeves, writing like flowing water, sometimes sketching and sometimes drawing, are secretly guessing who will win this game .

The folding fan in Jun Wuxi's hand opened and closed, closed and opened again, a folding fan dangled in his hand, he said to Xi Wanqing with a smile on his face: "Who do you think will win?"

"I don't know, my son is not a fortune teller." Xi Wanqing looked at Jun Wuxi, and replied him in a very casual tone. She thought, the number one son in the world really has a lot of time and talks a lot.

In the private room on the second floor, Gong Xingyan looked downstairs, Jun Wuxi smiled at Xi Wanqing with a handsome face, he was extremely displeased, and the black brocade robe with dark patterns gave off chills.

"Lei Jian, go find ten or eight girls and take good care of the one downstairs." Gong Xingyan ordered coldly.

"Yes, master." Lei Jian's back trembled, but fortunately, he just asked him to find a girl, and he was willing in his heart, so he quickly responded and left the private room.

(End of this chapter)