Destiny Concubine

Chapter 252

The sound of the piano fell abruptly, accompanied by Ye Mohan's panicked voice: "Qing Huan, what's wrong with you?" He ran over and shook Meng Qing Huan who was sleeping on the table.

On the red sandalwood table, there was a small pool of water, and there were still wet tears on Meng Qinghuan's face.

"Ye Junli." The moment the piano sound stopped, the person in front of him disappeared again, Meng Qinghuan opened his eyes in surprise, his eyes were momentarily confused.

It turned out that it was a dream again!

However, she always felt that Ye Junli was beside her, silently guarding her where she could not see.Meng Qinghuan took a look around, her hazy eyes were shining brightly, which made her feel very pity.

"You dreamed of him again?" Ye Mohan frowned slightly, looking at her with some distress.

Meng Qinghuan nodded, she sniffed and said, "I think he's right beside us."

Ye Mohan patted her shoulder lightly, comforting her: "Third brother will be fine, don't keep thinking wildly. It's getting late, it's time for us to appear on stage."

Thinking of Xiao Jingliang, the man who turned Ye Junli into a dead man lying in the Tai Chi Palace, all the sadness in Meng Qinghuan's heart turned into intense flames and fighting spirit.

Tonight, she will make Xiao Jing's cold blood pay for it!
"Let's go." Meng Qinghuan wiped away the wet tears from the corners of his eyes, straightened his clothes and stood up, his eyes regained their luster.

Ye Mohan nodded slightly, and immediately picked up the lyre on the piano case, and the two left the embroidery pavilion and walked towards the main hall together.

The main hall is full of guests and friends, and the seats of these aristocrats are divided into high and low seats. The most prestigious seat is in the Accord in the middle of the second floor. It is spacious and comfortable, with a wide view.

From a distance, Meng Qinghuan saw the reckless and frivolous young man from the noble family sitting in the Accord, and Scarlet Yan who was following her said softly: "He is Xiao Jingliang."

Meng Qinghuan lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the flames in her eyes, and then stepped up to the high platform with a calm face.

Ye Mohan hugged Qin and sat down on one side. Suddenly, the candlelight in the entire hall was extinguished.

The people below sighed for a while, and then heard the sound of the piano on the stage. In the dark night, accompanied by the low voice of the woman singing: "The night is sleepless, the cold moon is shining, dancing and playing shadows to lift the boudoir curtain. In the dream, your face dazzles your eyes ..."

With the singing, a red silk soared into the sky, and all the surrounding lights were turned on instantly. Everyone's eyes fell on the wonderful figure under the silhouette of the lights behind the red silk. The spinning dance interpreted what is called Jinghong.

And the moving singing accompanied by the sound of the piano, fell into the ears leisurely, and the red silk fell off, revealing the graceful figure of the woman.

Hu Xuanwu was used by Meng Qinghuan in modern times to pass the time and learn to play. In fact, her Hu Xuanwu was not good at dancing, but it was a different matter in ancient times, because people here have never seen it before. .

To arouse the curiosity of these men is nothing more than mystery.

Overnight, Mu Changge's name was widely spread, but no man had seen her real face, which naturally aroused their curiosity.

Of course Xiao Jingliang is no exception!

Beauty tricks are always the most suitable for men.

Meng Qinghuan sang songs and danced Hu Xuanwu, all the men in the audience had green eyes and were fascinated in various ways.

For some reason, Meng Qinghuan suddenly felt a chilly wind passing by, and her heart skipped a beat, as if she had done something wrong.

She hurriedly sang the last few lines: "A few pieces of the bronze mirror are broken, half of the hairpin is broken, the past is broken and there is no sound, and the love is in front of the rivers and lakes. Looking back for thousands of years, I will never tire in this life!"

Looking back, Meng Qinghuan saw countless petals falling. With the sound of the piano ending, this wonderful performance came to an end.

And everyone in the audience was already fascinated, they just stared at Meng Qinghuan on the stage dumbfounded, and none of them could feel the gust of wind blowing around them.

Inside the Accord, Xiao Jingliang stared straight at Meng Qinghuan with radiant eyes and applauded, "Okay." As he said hello, the whole hall burst into cheers and applause.

Meng Qinghuan nodded his head slightly to express his thanks, and immediately stepped back from the high platform, hearing the din of spectators wanting to see Mu Changge's true face.

"Are you all ready?" Meng Qinghuan asked, looking sideways at Crimson Yan beside her.

"Don't worry, girl." Scarlet Yan looked confident.

The corners of Meng Qinghuan's lips twitched slightly, and a tricky smile swayed on the corners of her lips, and she walked towards her room.

Not long after, the door of Xiuge was pushed open with a palm, Xiao Jingliang walked in swaggeringly, and said with a wicked smile: "It's really not easy to see Miss Changge!"

　"My dear friends, let the baby get angry by yourself, and the picture of blowing the wind to everyone is constantly floating in the audience... Angry ghost baby..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)