Conspiracy

Chapter 97

Evening facing the street.

Jiyuefang occupies a very large area, and the glazed lamps illuminate the building with radiance.Use pearl spar as the curtain and fine sandalwood as the pillar.The gauze curtain is woven with natural silk, and the crabapple flowers outlined by silk threads are lifelike.Even the bricks and tiles are all precious jade, and the lighting in the workshop is unified into a fist-sized night pearl.The white jade floor is carved with delicate and complicated patterns. I don't know if it is an illusion when I walk by, but it sways and trembles slightly with people's steps.

It is said that the inscription "Jiyuefang" on the plaque was written by the real owner of the workshop.

The handwriting is chic and powerful, vigorous and flamboyant, with a hint of arrogance and arrogance.

Tonight, cloud guests gathered outside Jiyuefang, and the people all poked their heads to look inward.Not to mention the boxes, even the lobby is already overcrowded, just to see Miss Mi Yao's beauty.

The guzheng and pipa ensemble played in the audience, and the exquisite woman on the stage danced barefoot, and the silver bells on the jade ankles rang softly.

The clothes are thin and not revealing, and the bottom of the peach blossom fan half conceals the face.

The dance steps are finely divided, and when turning around, it drifts like a light cloud, and the layers of pleated skirts float with it.The eyes are twinkling, and the inexplicable charm is captivating.The vermilion lips parted lightly, and she sang a song adapted from verses, her voice was ethereal like the sound of nature.

In normal times, such beauties would be all sought after by them, but it's a pity that their thoughts have already flown out of the sky at this moment.

In the independent wing on the third floor, a young man in a moon-white robe leaned on the soft bed with a lazy expression, his black hair tied up casually with a white ribbon.Two strands of hair hang down beside the cheeks.Unlike the ordinary man's face with sharp edges and corners, his face has soft lines.The facial features are extremely handsome, and the sparkling eyes in a pair of peach blossoms seem to be passionate and ruthless.The vermilion lips were pursed lightly, with a smile that was not a smile, and there was a bit of romantic and uninhibited air in his gestures.

The young man's cheeks were flushed, and his full lips were moistened by the wine, making them more beautiful.White fingers are as slender as green onions, holding a light pink ceramic wine jar with a smooth texture. The body of the jar is painted with a picture of falling petals under a peach blossom tree, and a silver silk tassel is tied around the neck of the jar.

"Tsk! The peach blossom stuffing from Jiyuefang has never been tired of tasting, and it seems to be more mellow today."

Near the table, there is a person wearing a fiery red robe with wide sleeves, lined with a white tunic, and a jade belt around his waist.The black hair is bundled in a silver hair crown, and a dark red gem is adorned at the front.Tall and slender, with a powdered face and vermilion lips.Compared with the boy in white, this person's facial features are even more perfect and impeccable.Although wearing red clothes, she never had the femininity and softness of a woman, but perfectly interpreted the blood and hardness of a man.

In addition to the rouge color of Begonia, the young man in red robes bathed in fire.

This person is Yu Ziye, the eldest son of the Marquis of Lin'an, and the other drunk is naturally Su Zhen, the eldest son of the Taifu's residence.These two are now well-known playboys in the capital city, they often hang around the Red Mansion and Chu Pavilion, and they were kidnapped by the servants of the house not long after.

And Yu Ziye loves red clothes the most, longing to ride a war horse and gallop on the battlefield one day.When I was young, I used to feel inferior because of my body shape, but when I grew up, my appearance was even more beautiful than that of a woman, which attracted the admiration of countless women in Kyoto.What's more, jealousy was born.

"A'Ning, you said that Miyao girl is really as beautiful as the rumors?" Yu Ziye looked at the lobby through the window gap from time to time, the expectation was obvious.

Su Zhen raised her eyes and said teasingly, "I don't know if she is a country, but according to your appearance, if you dress up as a woman and stand on the stage, you will definitely make those sons and daughters go bankrupt."

Yu Ziye cursed a few words in a low voice, picked up a glass wine glass and threw it at her, but she unhurriedly twirled and threw the folding fan in her hand, the teacup landed on the folding fan, and returned to her hand after spinning.She put down her folding fan, with a smile on her face, raised the wine jar to add wine to the glass, and drank it herself.

(End of this chapter)