"That Miao girl is about to suffer. Prince Wuque is notoriously fond of the new and dislikes the old. Once he is brought into the harem, I'm afraid he will be left out in the cold."

The conversation between the two people around caught Zhuo Wen's attention, his eyes flickered, and Zhuo Wen followed the flow of people towards the Fenghua area.

This Huangfu Wuque Zhuo Wen has heard of it before. Among the many princes of the royal family, the talent is only under Huangfu Wudao and Huangfu Wuji. Battle for rankings.

In the center of the Fenghua area, there is still a stage that occupies a large area. Around the stage, there are pavilions and pavilions. In these pavilions, many people are already sitting. Those in the pavilions are basically the dignitaries of the Qingxuan Dynasty.

However, there is a tallest building among these pavilions. On the edge of the building, soldiers in armor surround the building, staring coldly at the surroundings.

In the building, a young man about nineteen years old was sitting on a jeweled seat, and in front of him was a golden desk with various fruits and vegetables. Beside him, stood two old men in long robes. The aura of these two old men was not weak, and there was a frightening brilliance in their eyes.

Zhuo Wen saw that many people around him were focusing their eyes on the young man, and at the same time they were whispering, so he knew that the young man sitting on the jeweled seat should be Huangfu Wuque.

This Huangfu Wuque's cultivation level is not very high, probably around Xuanzun level, but the two old men behind Huangfu Wuque's cultivation level are not bad, they are all at the Jinzun level.

"At the beginning, Emperor Qing declared that there were only five Heavenly Venerates in the royal family. In fact, it was not the case. Apart from Ziyang and the five, there should be other powerful Heavenly Venerates, but they have not been exposed."

Zhuo Wen pondered secretly in his heart. He had heard a lot about Qing Emperor's royal family from Ziyang, and he knew that Qing Emperor was not very simple, so Zhuo Wen was extremely cautious when returning to Qingxuan Dynasty this time.

After waiting for a while, suddenly, the large curtain behind the central stage was slowly opened, and then a series of graceful dancers danced on the stage, like butterflies dancing among flowers. generally.

There were about thirty dancers lined up on the edge of the stage. At this moment, the graceful dancing posture and the clear sound of the piano filled the eyes and ears of everyone around.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and after ten breaths of time, the high-pitched sound of the piano sounded suddenly, and then a figure like a gorgeous dancing butterfly among thousands of flowers floated from behind the curtain and landed in the center of the stage.

"Miss Miao is here! Ever since Miss Mo Yan Wushang mysteriously disappeared from the Zuichun Pavilion, only Miss Miao's dancing posture can match that of Miss Wushang back then."

The moment this stunning figure appeared in the center of the stage, the surrounding crowd erupted into an uproar, and many people's eyes showed a hint of obsession.

Even Huangfu Wuque on the high pavilion, after seeing this figure appear, his eyes shone with excitement, as if seeing a peerless treasure.

When Zhuo Wen's gaze also fell on this woman, he couldn't help showing a hint of bewilderment.

I saw this woman wrapped in a light green Chinese dress and a white gauze dress, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The posture is more graceful and soft.

The three thousand blue silks are tied up with hair bands, a butterfly hairpin is inserted in the head, and a strand of blue silk hangs on the chest. The powder is thinly applied, which only adds to the color. The faint feeling of red leaves on the cheeks creates a kind of pure skin, which is as delicate and lovely as petals. , the whole person is like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, and like clear ice and snow.

This woman's temperament is like ethereal flowing water, giving people a sense of openness and comfort, even Zhuo Wen's eyes almost sank into this woman when he saw this woman for the first time.

However, when Zhuo Wen's eyes moved up and landed on the delicate face of this woman, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's... Lu'er?"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, this girl is seventeen or eighteen years old, although more than two years have passed, but Zhuo Wen still recognizes that this girl is the young Miao Lu back then.

At the beginning, Zhuo Wen had just entered the Zuichun Pavilion, and it was Lu'er who led him to the accommodation in the Xueyue area. At that time, Lu'er was only about fifteen years old, and she was still an unknown girl. Now two years have passed, and unexpectedly It came out so slim.

The current Miao Lu, even Zhuo Wen felt a little surprised. It seems that the Eighteenth Change of the Women's University is not just talking about it casually.

Miao Lu's figure is soft and boneless, dancing slightly, giving people a soft and beautiful feeling, making the viewers involuntarily immersed in Miao Lu's graceful dancing posture, accompanied by the clear and clear sound of the piano, entering a place In a strange mood.

Zhuo Wen stood quietly in the crowd admiring Miao Lu's dancing posture, experiencing the artistic conception, he couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart, Miao Lu's dancing posture was actually not inferior to Mo Yan Wushang at all, the only difference should be the two The cultivator.

After a high-pitched song, Miao Lu's graceful dance also came to an end, but when everyone felt that they were still unsatisfied, when the sound of the piano finally stopped, the people around applauded and applauded in unison, praising Miao Lu's dancing performance as unrivaled in the world.

Standing on the stage, Miao Lu put her slender hands on her shoulders, bowed slightly to the people around her, then lightly parted her red lips, and said in a loud voice: "My little girl is willing to present another song to you all. I wonder if you would like to listen to this little girl's song Sing."

"Ms. Miao Lu volunteered to offer a song, how can I not be rewarded?" Huangfu Wuque stood up slowly, with a refined smile on his lips, and said loudly.

And other people around the stage also agreed one after another, and they were all willing to listen to the song and Fu that Miao Lu offered.

"Then thank you for your face!"

Miao Lu bowed slightly, just nodded to Huangfu Wubu, but ignored the latter, which made the latter look a little embarrassed, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

At this moment, another group of people walked out of the curtain. There were ten people in the group, all of whom were strong men with bulging muscles. Each of these ten strong men carried a big drum half the height of a person in their hands.

Boom boom boom!

Under Miao Lu's call, the ten strong men began to beat the drum tacitly, and the distant drum sound began to spread around the stage.

In the sound of drums, there is boundless grandeur and fierceness, and it is also full of infinite tragic and triumphant songs. It seems that at the moment when the drums sound, the stage is no longer a stage, but a battlefield of gold and iron horses. The sound of drums on the battlefield, the sound of weapons, Fighting, hooves neighing, strong men killing.

Everyone was immersed in the heroic drums, as if they were on the battlefield, their hearts beat violently, and their eyes began to be full of excitement.

"Looking at the sword while drunk, blowing the horn in the dream. The eight hundred miles are divided into fire, and the fifty strings are turned outside the fortress. The soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield, the horses are flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. The king's world is over. Win the name before and after life."

The melodious singing voice slowly recited from the green cherry lips. The clear and clear voice of the beauty formed a sharp contrast with the fierce drumming, bringing out the tragedy and helplessness of the battlefield. JrNovels.com