The noble husband comes to the door: the wife and the owner are ruthless

Chapter 133 Will it be you?

The music sounded on the stage, and a red shadow accompanied by the gorgeous music, danced slowly and gracefully on the stage, the bewitching and slightly different pupils, although half covered with the veil, it can be imagined that the veil must hide the beauty of the city
The women in the audience couldn't hold back their excitement when they saw the handsome man appearing, their eyes were full of obsession and burning, and they all held up the price tags
In the corridor on the second floor, Feng Qianxuan half-climbed on the railing, staring at the handsome man waving his red sleeves on the stage, a sense of familiarity emerged in her heart again
What a beautiful dance, but the soundtrack is too ordinary, too ordinary
Subconsciously, she took out a green flute from her bosom, placed it lightly between her lips, and lightly closed her eyes like star ink, the melody of the flute miraculously appeared in her mind
A crisp and long flute sound suddenly resounded in the spacious building, surpassing all the dubbing, just like the sound of nature
This flute?It was before the coup d'état of the Three Emperors that he pretended to be a maiko, and she also used this flute music to accompany herself, so it can't be wrong

Xuan'er, is that you?

Ye Raochen stood on the stage, looking at the flute player on the second floor, some people love to the depths, even with just one look, one temperament, he can recognize
Can no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, this moment seems to be the best dream he has ever had
He was a little happy, a little scared. He was happy that she was still alive, but he was afraid that this was another wishful dream of his.

The red sleeves fly towards the sky, intertwined with each other, like two intersecting red rainbows, lightly tap your feet, and leap forward, like red plums blooming in winter snow, enchanting and yet proud.
He closed his red eyes lightly, intoxicated in the flute music, listening to the gorgeous and gentle flute music, the dance steps in his mind, and her face, all in front of his eyes, let go of his thoughts, and integrated his dancing posture into the flute music
One song and one dance, the rhythm is closely followed, the tune is slow and long, and the dance posture is the same, following each other, the cooperation between the two is seamless
Stop the music, stop the dance
"It's an ordinary soundtrack again, how can it match your gorgeous dance, it really can match your dance, only my song"

Wait, why did she say the word 'again', Feng Qianxuan stared at the man in red on the table with star-like black eyes, her mood suddenly became complicated, this feeling is so familiar
Slightly raised his hand to hold the half of the silver mask that was sliding down, the white clothes flicked his sleeves, turned and left
"Don't go"

Seeing her leave, Ye Raochen's coquettish eyes panicked a little, and hastily stretched out his right sleeve, shooting out a long red string, which was hung on the opposite railing on the second floor, tightly wound,
Leaping forward, stepping on the slender red rope, trying to grab the corner of the plain white clothes
It's a pity that his body suddenly became heavy and his strength was exhausted. He fell straight down, half crawled on the ground, and stretched out his five fingers towards the figure that was gradually moving away, beckoning her not to go, and opened his red lips.

But without saying anything, consciousness became blurred, and only the shouts of people came from my ears
A touch of purple clothes was like the wind, and he walked quickly to half embrace his weakened body, tapped his pulse, and found out that he was just exhausted and fell asleep, he was relieved

With heartache in his purple eyes, he stared at the person in his arms, "Brother Chen, you are still messing around like before."

When he learned that his favorite younger brother was going to auction himself to save Xianlelou from losses, he rushed here from the Zuihonglou in Yanguo without stopping.
Ye Ziyuan bit her thin lips slightly, her eyes were burning through the empty railing, and she stepped out of the gate on the first floor opposite, that white figure, a woman half wearing a silver mask
This woman's figure really suits her very well, is it you?Feng Qianxuan?
(End of this chapter)