Three Kingdoms: I, the eldest son of Cao, a loving father of a great man!

Chapter 64 As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming

To be reasonable, the verbal confrontation with his father today made Cao Ang quite tired.

He didn't know what his father's reaction would be when the soldiers and money he got from Dong Zhuo were exposed in the future.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Shouldn't he be fooled again?

All the way through the corridor and through the courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate between the two courtyards, Cao Ang was going to see his red rabbit horse, and develop a relationship with this fine BMW horse.

After all, it has been described in books and on TV before, the more high-quality and rare BMW, the more irritable.

It is more and more necessary for the master to tame and cultivate feelings for it, otherwise it will be difficult to control.

If the relationship is not in place, riding forcibly will only lead to being thrown off the horse.

But before Cao Ang went to the direction of the stable, he vaguely heard the sound of light singing coming from the side of his bedroom.

Although the distance is far away, the voice cannot be heard clearly, but at least it can be heard that it is a woman singing.

Cao Ang reckoned it was Diao Chan.

After all, Diao Chan, the only mistress in the yard, was the only one who could stay in her bedroom during this time and dare to sing so loudly.

It is said that since Diao Chan entered the mansion, she has never heard her sing, and it is rare that she is so elegant.

Cao Ang was very curious for a while.

Resolutely turned around and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

As the distance got closer, the singing voice heard in the ears became clearer and clearer.

The sound is soft and melodious.

Although Cao Ang couldn't understand the libretto at all, after all, he could only be regarded as a layman, and he didn't understand the content of the songs in the Han Dynasty.

But at least the music itself is common.

Whether the tune is good or not, Cao Ang can still judge, at least based on the timbre and melody alone, in Cao Ang's opinion, he can beat the third generation descendant of some musical family.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace a little.

After passing through the courtyard patio, the singing sound was very clear, almost equivalent to singing in Cao Ang's ear.

The fresh, bright and familiar female voice is melodious and elegant like an oriole, giving people a sense of agility in the empty mountains after the rain.

Come to the bedroom door.

Cao Ang couldn't help but smile when he heard the voice that was close at hand, then slowed down his movements, and gently pushed open the door.

The sight that came into his eyes immediately brightened his eyes.

I saw Diao Chan dancing with her back to him, facing another direction.

A bright red gauze long dress, without the shackles of deep clothes, looks nimble and light, like an elf turned into a flame in the world, jumping here and there.

Bare feet, stepping on the brocade carpet without any accessories, the exposed calves are slender and powerful, and the snow-white skin is even more dazzling under the reflection of the red dress.

With the light dancing of the body, the toes stepping on the blanket began to exert force, and the toes, which were originally white and tender as bright jade, were also smudged a little pink, making them more playful and cute.

The slender waist is tied up by the belt, making it even more small and lovely, and it is easy to hold.

As Diao Chan's figure danced, the cuffs fluttered lightly, and the breeze blew by, the fiery red candle lit on the table and desk also shook the flame of the candle wick.

The shadows of people and candles complement each other.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only the red color of flames left between the sky and the earth, and a strong sense of color impact rushed towards his face, and even the temperature around his body rose faintly.

With such a scene, Cao Ang, who stood quietly watching at the door, felt warm and bright.

Coupled with the song Diao Chan sang while dancing lightly, Cao Ang instantly changed into a wave and felt like he was in a fantasy world.

……

Just when he was about to continue watching.

Diao Chan suddenly swung his sleeves and turned a half circle. Just from this angle, he saw Cao Ang standing at the door.

"what!"

Diao Chan let out a soft cry, and hurriedly stopped dancing.

He didn't care about putting on the socks, but hurriedly put on the embroidered shoes, and came to Cao Ang in two or three steps.

"Husband stands here without saying a word, and when he comes, he doesn't make a sound, almost embarrassing my concubine!"

Full of coquettish tone.

At the same time, he patted Cao Ang's arm lightly with his right hand, which seemed more like coquettishness than reproach.

Maybe it was dancing and singing just now, but Diao Chan who stopped suddenly at this moment was a little unsteady, panting slightly while speaking, her delicate and small nose, fluttering slightly with the cherry red lips.

On the smooth and white forehead, you can still see some beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair that escaped from the bun are stuck to the small face at the moment. Hearty taste.

Cao Ang put his left hand around Diao Chan's slender waist with a smile, and wiped the sweat from Diao Chan's forehead with his right hand, looking into the eyes of Qiushui who was close at hand.

Cao Ang's whole body softened half of his heart, and he couldn't help but smiled warmly.

"Why did you make a fool of yourself? Chan'er's dance just now is really like everyone else's. It's extremely bright. Although I don't understand it, there are eight characters to describe it."

"Easy as a frightened bird, graceful as a swimming dragon!"

"Luo Shen Fu" is used to describe beautiful women, and its effect and power are absolutely undeniable, and it can be called the highest level of praise in the world.

Although Cao Ang knew nothing about the popular prose genres of the Han Dynasty, and he didn't know the rhythm and rhyme at all, he really knew how to recite this Luoshen Fu.

The main reason is that Zhen Ji's lines are too touching, and after listening to them a lot, he couldn't help finding the full text and knowing it by heart.

Now is the time to come in handy.

Cao Ang didn't dare to say more, so he sent a few words to Diao Chan. He was afraid that if there were still people to send to him in the future, such an article would not be enough for him.

As for using the articles written by his younger brother Cao Zhi, Cao Ang didn't have the slightest psychological burden. Isn't the younger brother's stuff the same as my brother's?
Besides, my elder brother can safely inherit Cao Wei's power in the future, and it also avoids the fight between Cao Zhi and Cao Pi, the two brats.

The little brother should pay himself some rewards both emotionally and rationally. Using this Luoshen Fu is very suitable.

……

Although Diao Chan is not a well-read poet, she still has the most basic cultural foundation.

Just listen to this comment.

There was a little stream of light in her beautiful eyes, and she looked at Cao Ang with more tenderness and sweetness.

Just listening to these few words is enough to show that my husband completely understood her dance, and praised and appreciated her from the bottom of his heart.

that's nice!

Diao Chan's heart was shaken.

He couldn't help but grabbed Cao Ang's arm and dragged him to the soft couch beside him.

"Since my husband likes it, why not just sit here and enjoy the dance of my concubine!"

Cao Ang nodded happily.

Sitting quietly at the side, she was fascinated by watching Diao Chan's pretty figure.

Under the candle shadow shaking red.

For a while, the harp was harmonious, and the room was full of fragrance.

An hour later.

The dancing figures in the room stopped, and at the same time, the bright red candles were extinguished one after another.

Only a few conversations could be heard vaguely from inside the house.

"Husband, heaven...it's not dark yet!"

"Nonsense, how I see it is pitch black, it's time to rest late at night."

Soon, the bursts of human voices dissipated in the wind again.

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(End of this chapter)