The Heaven-defying Mad Concubine is coming

Chapter 41
"Okay!" Meng Ruoli curled her lips, forgetting that these are not her things to worry about, anyway, she will not go to cultivate immortality.

"Cultivating immortals can keep you young forever, and you even have unlimited life, don't you think you're not tempted at all?" Murong Xingchen couldn't understand what Meng Ruoli was thinking, and she didn't want to cultivate immortals.

"It's good to be young forever, but what's so good about an infinite life? If people live for too long, they will be bored, and they will live alone. Sometimes they even question what they are living for."

Murong Xingchen was silent for a while, and then said, "If there is someone by your side who is willing to accompany you forever, then naturally there is no such thing as loneliness, and no matter how long you live, you only need to think about living for the other person and enjoying the beauty with him." time, isn't it good?"

When he said this, his eyes fell on a certain place on the opposite side, his eyes were full of nostalgia and unknown injuries.

"There are so few immortal cultivators in the alchemy stage, what about the Nascent Soul stage!" Meng Ruoli asked again.

"Three." Murong Xingchen said perfunctorily, his eyes overlapping with someone's.

Meng Ruoli didn't notice the change of Murong Xingchen, her eyes fell on the center, eight big guys came in carrying a big drum, of course what really attracted Meng Ruoli was Ye Yuexue dancing on the drum.

A red dance dress wrapped Ye Yuexue's graceful figure, her blue hair was fixed a little, and she was casually draped over her back, with a colorful fan in her hand, she was like a fairy from that day, as if she had just walked out of a dream.

Sometimes she raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, and sometimes she lightly relaxes her hands, holding a fan in her hands, like a brush walking around a dragon painting a picture, her jade sleeves are elegant and vigorous.

The sound of music is clear by the ear, the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string, turning, throwing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and zigzag, the flowing water is like a dragon flying like a phoenix dance.

I really didn't expect Ye Yuexue to have such a side, aside from what Ye Yuexue did to Meng Ruoli, Meng Ruoli still appreciates it, at least this dance on the drum is really eye-catching.

Meng Ruoli suddenly thought of a poem, so she took out a pen and paper and wrote it. In her previous life, her master was a person who enjoyed life very much. He liked to write calligraphy, and he also brought Meng Ruoli to write a beautiful poem. regular script.

"It is suspected to be the Qin King's song of breaking the formation, and ten fairies fall from the nine heavens.

Surrounded by Xiaoyu from the west, wearing Hualing and lotus steps.

Hu Xuan flutters around the golden steps, and dances up the drum with long sleeves in a moment.

The remnant thieves' livers and gallbladders were shattered, and the soldiers wept and mourned the wind and rain.

A song will be full of enthusiasm, and the infinite rivers and mountains will be recovered.

The applause stopped abruptly, and the audience sighed that it was not enough. "

When Murong Xingchen looked back, he happened to see the poem written by Meng Ruoli, and he nodded repeatedly. While admiring her calligraphy, he also appreciated the poem even more, "Good poem, this poem is full of aura, full of infinite vitality, The poem seemed to be beating with life."

"Hehe! I also think it's a good poem, but this poem is not mine. I just accidentally saw it written by someone else. Because Ye Yuexue's dance thought of this poem, I wrote it down." Things are always bad, so it's better to tell the truth, so as not to give her dreams of anger and scold her.

"I didn't expect there to be someone who could write such a famous line in this world. Can you give me this poem?" This poem touched Murong Xingchen a lot, and it was a complete portrayal of him on the battlefield.

Meng Ruoli didn't pretend, and handed the poem directly to Murong Xingchen, it wasn't anything valuable anyway.

"Okay." While the two were talking, Ye Yuexue had finished dancing for a while, the fourth prince Murong Xingyu stood up and applauded, and with his applause, the others also started to applaud.

(End of this chapter)