Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

This is a cool dance, without the rendering of strings and orchestras, without the setting off of bells and drums. She alone uses the most authentic voice and the most original dance steps to serve those who have long been lost in the power struggle. The royal relatives, high-ranking officials and nobles brought unprecedented shock.

No woman has ever dared to perform on stage without any preparation.There has never been a woman who can sing such a fearless song!She dared to say: "My fate is up to me!"

"Seeing all the 33 palaces, the highest is Lihentian, Lihentian..." Watching Han Mengxiao's performance, Zi Yihan didn't have such an exaggerated expression like the others. He drank the fragrant tea in front of him, The voice that only I can hear repeats these two lines of lyrics over and over again.

For some reason, when he heard the words "Lihentian", his heart felt inexplicably sore!This feeling seemed to grow in his body, and now, it was easily awakened by Han Mengxiao.

Ever since he was a child, he always had the same dream. There was a huge flat land that was deeply locked by clouds and mist. There was a clean and elegant pavilion there. In front of the building was full of perennial flowers, and water came out from the ground behind the building. Come, it forms a small clear pond, and when it overflows, it becomes a stream, flowing forward through the sea of ​​flowers in front of the small building, a long rainbow spans both sides of the sea of ​​flowers, colorful butterflies are like elegant Fairies are dancing.

There was a girl with a bell hanging on her wrist, running happily among the flowers. He couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but he could clearly hear the melodious bell.He went after him, but within a few steps, he found that the beautiful scenery in front of him had disappeared, replaced by an iron chain bridge with blue flames burning on all sides, and a woman in purple stood on the cold iron bridge with her back to him. At the end, she obviously didn't cry, but he could feel her heart bleeding.

She said: "Lihentian, Lihentian! It turns out that I have been dreaming alone all this time, and you are too far away..."

He watched her jump, that "no" seemed to tear a hole in the sky, thunder and lightning...

Then what?Then there was no more, he woke up, covered in cold sweat, and the pain in his heart never got better.

While Zi Yihan was in a trance, Han Mengxiao had already stepped off the stage, sat next to him, turned to remind him in a low voice: "Lord Han, I have finished this dance, should I fulfill your promise? ?”

Only then did Zi Yihan come to his senses, his deep eyes turned around Han Mengxiao's body, and he pulled out a wicked smile: "Promise? When did this king give you any kind of promise?"

"You..." Han Mengxiao was taken aback, and the fists in his sleeves were clenched immediately: "Okay, Lord Han, you are getting old and your memory is getting better, so I can't blame you for this, so please remind you, little girl, that you promised Go to a dance, little girl, and you will write me a serious divorce letter!"

She is weak now, so don't care about this dead man for now, just flatter her a little bit, until she is full-fledged...

She must realize: she said one, he will say one, she said two, he will say his grand goal of revenge!

"Little girl," Zi Yihan said slowly, with the corners of his mouth twisted, "Little girl, aren't you very smart? When did this king agree to write you a divorce letter? This king said, if this king is in the mood Well, maybe your dream will come true, but at this moment, my king is in an extremely bad mood!"

"You, you bitch!" Han Mengxiao finally couldn't help but slapped the table and yelled at Zi Yihan!

[Note: "Puobaozi" is a dialect of Changsha, Hunan, and it means "deceitful" and "liar" in popular terms]