The concubine is so charming

Chapter 54 Chu Feiyan's Shock
Mu Qingchen felt that she was completely ashamed, but she couldn't really let Su Yao carry him up, so she could only lie on the edge of the platform and climb up clumsily.

Su Yao smiled even more intensely. Seeing Mu Qingchen climb up, she even stretched out her hand to push him maliciously, and pushed him down again.

Mu Qingchen's face turned even redder, but when he heard her laughter and saw her hazy smile, the anger in his heart hadn't risen yet, so he extinguished it with a puff. He actually felt that he could make her laugh like this. It is worth climbing a few more times.

Mu Qingchen climbed up to the high platform for the second time, Su Yao didn't play tricks anymore, but opened the food box, took out two small jars of wine from inside, opened one jar in her arms, and took a long gulp with her head raised.

"Sister!" Mu Qingchen was startled, "Sister, drinking too much will hurt your health."

"A child like you will get hurt if he drinks it, but an adult like me won't. Besides, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups. Do you believe it or not?" Su Yao smiled as he walked through the night Rendering, a bit denser than the day, shrouded the pair of dark eyes in mist, making people unable to see clearly or guess clearly.

"I...I believe it, don't drink it." Mu Qingchen was a little anxious.

Su Yao picked up the wine jar again and took a sip, the wine slipped from the corner of her lips and dripped onto the cloak she was wearing.

Su Yao lowered his head and carefully wiped off the wine stains with a handkerchief: "Don't stain my clothes."

As she spoke, she carefully unbuttoned her black cloak, revealing a plain white long gauze dress.

In the darkness in the distance, Chu Feiyan's slender figure stood silently, his clear eyes fell coldly on Su Yao like a cold edge of ice.

The famous minister was a little frightened, why did Su Yao and Mu Qingchen appear here?
Normally, he would dare to say something nice to Su Yao, but today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the most special day for the master, and he dared not go beyond the rules in the slightest.

On the side of the high platform, Su Yao stood up and shook his head, feeling a little drunk, his body is not up to snuff...

She blinked, and gently and carefully adjusted the dress on her body. The cold wind blew, and the thin diamond gauze fluttered with the wind, bringing a bit of chill.

Mu Qingchen looked at Su Yao in a daze, and after realizing it, she quickly picked up the cloak and wanted to put it on her: "Sister, why are you wearing clothes made of rhombic gauze in this weather, aren't you afraid of freezing to death?"

Su Yao shook his head, raised his hand to stop Mu Qingchen's movements: "Second brother, I need to wear white clothes today."

Mu Qingchen suddenly froze in place, thinking of her murdered relatives, bit her lips slightly.

Su Yao took out the copied Buddhist scriptures, put them on the edge of the high platform, then knelt on the ground, took out a firefly and lit it: "Father, mother, Yao'er is not filial. I can't wear sackcloth and filial piety for your funeral, and even tears You can't fall in front of others, your heroic spirit is not far away, forgive your daughter for being unfilial."

Mu Qingchen knelt behind her and kowtowed along with her.

The fire light from the paper was reflected on Su Yao's face, and Chu Feiyan's indifferent eyes finally changed a little bit. Her tears fell fiercely, falling down like a dripping rain, and they could almost form a string.

He recalled the scene of her crying when he saw him before, and still felt that the appearance in front of him was more pleasing to the eye.

"Daddy, now you don't have to worry about your livelihood, don't worry that my brother and I will starve to death, save more time to learn how to make lanterns, and when my brother wants tiger lanterns next time, don't scare him that tiger lanterns will jump down and bite in the middle of the night finger..."

After Su Yao said a few words, she couldn't continue. She lay on the ground crying and trembling all over. After a while, she knelt up again, took the wine jar beside her, poured some on the ground, and then He drank the rest of the drink in one gulp.

Tears are for those who love her dearly. Now that her relatives are gone, no matter how much she cries, no one will comfort her...

Mu Qingchen looked at her worriedly: "Sister, it's time for us to go back."

"It's still early, what are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say that you will go back after paying homage to your relatives? In case someone comes here..."

"Last year's Yuan Eve, the flower market lights were like daytime. Willows were on the moon, and people made an appointment after dusk. This year's Yuan Eve, the moon and lights remained the same. I didn't see last year's people, and tears wet the sleeves of spring shirts."

Su Yao thought of this poem inexplicably, clutched his chest tightly, gasped twice, and managed to suppress the heart-piercing pain.

Suddenly, there were icy snowflakes falling on his cheeks, Su Yao raised his head in a daze, and looked up at the night sky. After a gloomy day, it finally started to snow.

A Kongming lantern suddenly appeared in the sky, and the warm yellow lights flickered, adding a touch of warmth to the night. After a while, Kongming lanterns rose one after another, lighting up most of the night sky.

Su Yao looked away and murmured, "Second brother, do you want to watch me dance?"

Mu Qingchen hesitated for a while and nodded: "At the annual banquet, my sister danced beautifully."

"Oh, what kind of dance is that? It's just a means of flattery."

Su Yao stood up and straightened his sleeves lightly, recalling the memories of his previous life in his mind.She once filmed a fairy tale drama, in which there was a sacrificial dance, which was said to be used to comfort the dead.

Su Yao clasped her hands together and raised them above her head, her sleeves slipped off, revealing her flawless white arms. She had a pious expression on her face, her plain white clothes were more than snow, and her every move was full of sadness and pain, as if she was telling her own love story. Reluctant and sad.

She knelt softly and kowtowed in all directions, using all her strength on every knee.

The snowflakes fell faster and faster. She danced in the white snow, and her whole body became more and more light and transparent, as if she wanted to merge with the sky and the earth.

Gradually, the heaven and the earth seemed to respond to her dance, and the strong wind swept by, rolling up the snowflakes that were about to fall to the sky and flying straight to the sky.

The famous minister couldn't help exclaiming, there is really a soul in this world, can it really feel the sorrow of the living?
Chu Feiyan's eyes trembled, his fingers clenched into fists unconsciously, Su Yao's movements gradually slowed down in his eyes, but they were exceptionally clear, so clear that he could even see the arc of snowflakes passing over her skirt.

Su Yao landed on his toes, obviously silent, but the drumbeats heard in the New Year Banquet Hall sounded in his ears, one drumbeat after another connected, playing a carol of comfort and peace.

Gradually, the sadness in Su Yao disappeared, and there was a smile on her face, which was light, but full of soft warmth, as if the souls of relatives had really seen her dance and responded to her comfort.

After the last part of the dance, she gently knelt on the ground and kowtowed again.

Mu Qingchen stared blankly at Su Yao, his face full of shock. He suddenly understood why Su Yao said that the dance at the annual banquet was not a dance, because at that time she had no soul at all.

Su Yao got up and wiped away her tears. She was already half drunk, and the dance just now was more based on the instinct of the body, and she didn't remember how it was done at all.

She picked up the other wine jar, opened it and handed it to Mu Qingchen: "Here, this is for you to drink."

"Sister, I don't know how to drink."

"Who is born to be able to drink, and isn't it because of drinking? Come on, don't be too polite." Su Yao said, directly wrapping his arms around Mu Qingchen's neck, forcefully pouring him down.

(End of this chapter)