Ma Chao had to admit that Diao Chan's dancing posture was 10,000 times better than Liu Xiu's.

It's not that Diao Chan's dancing skills are indeed stronger than Liu Xiu's, but the temperament and charm between the dances are like cloud mud: when he saw Liu Xiu's Hu Xuan dance in Dong Mansion, Ma Chao was just amazed for a while, and was amazed by the temptation of Liu Xiu's round buttocks and soft body thrown out between moving and jumping. In retrospect, I didn't feel anything except for the lotus leaf crisp breasts and dazzling movements.

Yes, Liu Xiu's entire dance process is skillful, coherent, and mechanical, if you only talk about the movements and the exposed area, it is still a bit worthy of the name. It's just the charm of her dancing and the look on her face that is only restless and shy and a little almost idiotic smile; It is even more outrageous to want to see her self-esteem as the eldest princess; All that remains is the indifference and numbness that permeates the entire dance.

And Diao Chan is different, if Liu Xiu is the most noble identity to perform the most debauched dance, then Diao Chan's dance is simply called 'out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons'.

From beginning to end, Diao Chan's dance is not a trace of charm and coldness. Her dance has been dancing with her soul from the beginning. The skin is not dirty and innocent, Xiaoli Yao Pond. Slim and green, Yingying Sujing. In the middle of the liquid waves, a neon dress dance is like a soul-breaking water. It seems that the Lingbo fairy is in a flat boat for thousands of miles. Looking back again, the ice curtain was half-hidden, and the bright light fell in chaos. In the end, it only makes people feel like they are stuck in love and unwilling to wake up, and under the misery of the moon shadow alone, only Luhua is scattered.

As if waiting for the amphibious snow heron, the night cold startled, Ma Chao heard Wang Yun's question in a trance: "General, I don't know what to do?" ”

"Huh?" Ma Chao was addicted to the dance of Diao Chan, and after he came to his senses, the current beauty was gone. Only Wang Yun's orange peel face smiled as bright as a chrysanthemum: "Chao has never seen such a superb dance, and he doesn't want to wake up for a long time." Lord Situ's previous words, Chao did not hear clearly...... I also hope that Lord Situ will not blame, do not blame. ”

"The little girl has admired the general for a long time. Yun wants to let the little girl sweep the bed for the general, I don't know what the general wants? Wang Yun didn't blame Ma Chao for his gaffe at all, and repeated it again.

'There is no shortage of people in my family who wipe the table and sweep the floor...... Ma Chao was puzzled. Later, I woke up: Damn! In ancient times, people spoke politely, and if they married their daughters, they would marry their daughters. What kind of broom sweeping, the status of women is really low......

At this moment, Ma Chao really mourned for the eldest brother Lu Bu: This Wang Yun first had a burst of **soup, and then came to Diao Chan for a ** dance, which man he changed to, and he unconsciously fell into the way. Even the guy who knows this beauty's trick would have had a leg with Diao Chan a long time ago. Maybe you'll fall into it!

However, Wang Yun, you old guy, played this hand in front of the master, so don't blame the master for pretending to be awesome!

Figure this section. Ma Chao smiled weirdly, took a sip of wine, and then said coldly: "Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief." Lord Situ treats Ma Chao favorably for no reason, could it be that he has a big scheme?! ”

Wang Yun's hand shook. Immediately the wine bottle was thrown to the ground. Looking around left and right, it was only when Diao Chan danced just now that he had already retreated: "Why did the general say this?" Yun knows the talent of the general, and wants to marry the general's son-in-law, why did he attract the general's filth? ! ”

Ma Chao ignored Wang Yun's fake anger. His face began to become more and more cold: "Dong Zhuo also wanted to be my father-in-law, and what he said seemed to be the same as that of Lord Situ. I don't know if it's super commissioned, how can the little general Zhenxi, how can he be so favored by Situ, who is the imperial master and one of the three dukes? ”

Wang Yun's face turned pale, and he turned the wine bottle in his hand, silent. And Ma Chao saw that the time was almost up, so he stood up, didn't even say goodbye, and walked out directly: "Although the beauty plan is good, it is unpredictable, and I hope Lord Situ will ......consider it."

With that, Ma Chao laughed and left. And Wang Yun looked at Ma Chao's back, and the wine bottle in his hand began to tremble slightly: This son ...... Is this son really only seventeen years old?!

For an hour, Wang Yun kept that posture and did not move. Looking at it from afar, it is like an old monk in a fixed place, if it is not for the occasional flash of light in his eyes, he is like a dead man. It wasn't until the incense burned out that Wang Yun rubbed his temples and showed a relieved smile: "Diao Chan ......"

"The slave is here." There was no one in the hall, but Diao Chan appeared silently, which was really a little unbelievable.

"Keep an eye on this person in the future......" Wang Yun still felt that it was inappropriate after thinking about it, so he said one more sentence: "This son is only a friend, not an enemy." Just spy on the stipend, and if you have the opportunity, the old man will be invited into the house again. ”

"The slave knows." Diao Chan bowed down, lowered the corners of his mouth, but drew a beautiful smile.

At noon, Cai Mansion.

The surface of the lake is tranquil and reflective.

In the small pavilion, on the side of the railing, Cai Yan sat alone inside, although everywhere was full of life, everywhere was full of vitality, the sun was shining, and the flowers were blooming. A pool of bright lake water, more with the breeze, to understand the infinite style, but for Cai Yan, the loneliness is still not because she intends to stay away from the noise of the world, but when she sits quietly and contemplats, there is naturally a heartbreak that makes people can't help but embrace her.

That Chu Chu Qianying, that loneliness, straightforward in the heart, sighed silently.

What is the crime, such a thin life?

Except for a guest Yaoqin, there is nothing else to accompany it.

Cai Yan sat silently, and sighed leisurely: It's been five days, and since Brother Chao left, he hasn't come to look for him for five days.

She stared into the distance, her mind already flying out of her body, thinking of someone who was secretly imprinted in her heart. She knew that the man couldn't belong to her completely, and she was willing to wait for it, yes, this emotional torment, how could she say that she didn't want to?

Sighing helplessly, Cai Yan stroked Yaoqin, but she didn't know that everything around her was quiet for her.

lest it disturb her thoughts, and the fish under her jade feet did not dare to swim.

After adjusting the rhythm, Cai Yan picked up a sheet of music and began to move quietly...... The sound of the piano is like a whisper, a girl who has just passed the cardamom, has already popped out of the boudoir resentment!

A trace of clear sound echoes in this lake, obviously in front of you, but it is like a distant sound in the sky, obviously it is the sound of Yaoqin, but it is like a broken Kunlun jade, and the phoenix is clear. Tactful and sad, lingering in the heart......

Afterwards, Cai Yan looked at the score, opened his mouth lightly, and began to sing slowly: "There will be a day when we meet for thousands of miles, and lovesickness is difficult to approach endlessly; The end of the world is far away, and there are flowers that can be broken. The falling flowers and flowing water ask Qing in, and the Yue Nu Huansha Qingxi West; Pear blossom with tears and bittersweet memories. Boiled wine green plum sprouting branches. For you, a song and two phases are printed, and the heart has become an obsession early; The knot is like silk, and the hand of the holding son is crying. ”

There is no artificiality, but extreme gentleness, caressing the deep depression in the heart, not limited by heaven and earth and emotions, only letting the heart be harmonious and warm. Every note. It was like a wonderful accumulation of feelings, she quietly flicked her jade fingers, and every trace of shock and resentment gurgled out.

But I don't know that there is a touch of brocade behind him, and I don't know when it has been standing quietly. As if feeling something, the man's brows frowned slightly:

"Yan'er, I'm here."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Cai Yan looked back, and what she saw was the tall figure and jade face she thought about day and night.