after losing heart

Chapter 68 [077] The word Allure
【Turn the page, don't forget to turn the page】

Su Mochen, can you be more ruthless?

If I can't die by force, I wonder if you have to do it again?
And the man on the opposite side remained calm, as if he didn't know what had happened, and focused on his flute.

Finally, the dance ends.

He left the seat and lightly held Su Qing's hand, leading her back to the seat.

The applause was thunderous, and it lasted for a long time.

The emperor also nodded with a smile, his approval was undisguised, but his phoenix eyes glanced at Qiancheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiancheng also resisted the turbulence in his stomach, and along with everyone else, stroking the palm of his hand.

At this moment, Su Moyu, the fourteenth prince, suddenly stood up from his seat, "Fourth brother also played the flute, and Su Qing danced too. I really can't get enough of it. How about, sixth brother, you can also perform for the big guy. I heard that sixth brother's flute is good, and he can compete with fourth brother!"

As soon as Shisi's words came out, everyone cheered and agreed, especially the Ninth Prince Su Moyi shouted with joy.

Qiancheng bent his lips, the Fourteenth and Old Ninth were avenging Su Mochen!
In fact, he is really happy to have such two brothers who are dedicated to him.

Sure enough, the Sixth Prince Su Mohong's face changed. He didn't expect that everyone would push him up again, so he could only smile awkwardly, "I don't play the flute, it's just to pass the time when I have nothing to do. How can I talk to the four?" Brother's flute sound on par?"

Although he said so, Fourteen still didn't intend to let him go, "Brother Six, you are so modest!"

Lao Jiu on the side quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, if Brother Six doesn't play it, he doesn't bother to play it for us."

"Lao Liu, it's rare that everyone is so interested, so you just blow one!" The emperor smiled lovingly, as if he was rare tonight without the airs of an emperor.

The queen's expression on the side was slightly condensed. After all, she was Su Mohong's mother. Seeing this scene, she felt uncomfortable after all.

After thinking about it, she turned around and called Yun Kou. She didn't know what she had said to Yun Kou. Yun Kou hesitated, but finally nodded.

The queen's face turned pale at this moment, she came back and said with a smile to everyone: "Lao Liu, you can blow it up if you want, let's have fun, it's not a competition, this girl Yun Kou is willing to add fragrance to your red sleeves!"

It was not until the performance began that everyone finally understood the meaning of the word.

Su Mohong played the flute, and Yun Kou danced lightly with long sleeves, brushing past the crowd, hiding incense in the sleeves, and releasing the fragrance with the dancing of the sleeves.

The only thing is that the fragrance she brings out every time she dances is different.

It is possible to have a variety of spices hidden in the sleeve, but it is not possible for ordinary people to suppress the fragrance of other spices while one of them is fragrant.

Qiancheng has been with her for three years, and only found out tonight that she has this ability.

One song finished.

Although Su Mohong's flute sound was mediocre, Yun Kou's unconventional performance earned him a lot of applause.

It was a really good night and everyone was in great spirits.

But such beauty does not belong to her Ranqiancheng.

She has been waiting, or betting, if she persists to the end, what will that man do?
The applause faded away, and the emperor looked at Su Mofeng, who was sitting in the banquet and sipping wine, and said with a smile, "Third son, this banquet is specially set up for you tonight. Returning triumphantly, why are you so silent alone? In this way, since all the brothers have performed for you kindly, you will also give a song in return, I heard from Concubine Li that your Yaoqin is good, you might as well play it and listen."

Su Mofeng put down the wine cup in his hand and raised his head, Guanyu's face was slightly reddish, as if he was slightly drunk.

"Yaoqin?" He asked in a daze.

He hasn't played that thing for a long time.

When I played in the past, it was also for one person.

In the past and the moon, he plays the piano, and she dances the sword.

Now, the beauty is not here, what's the point of him playing the piano alone?
"Yes! Yaoqin!"

The emperor waved his hand, and Eunuch Li hurriedly put the Yaoqin in his hand on the table in front of Su Mofeng.

It seems that all this has been prepared for a long time.

Qiancheng bent his lips.

It seems that in the emperor's heart, this son should be the most important thing, so all the deliberation here is just because he doesn't want him to fall behind other brothers.

In fact, when you think about it, Su Mochen is really pitiful as the emperor's son. She doesn't feel the emperor's fatherly love for him, but only suspicion, temptation, indifference and alienation.

The corners of her eyes flicked slightly, she looked at Su Mochen, but she saw him drooping his eyelids, looking at the cup in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Is he lonely?

In that room, Su Mofeng seemed to have just woken up. His slender fingers touched the strings, bringing out a string of notes, and then pressed his palms again, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He raised his head, glanced at Qiancheng, then at the emperor, lowered his eyes and smiled and said, "The fourth and sixth brothers are accompanied by beauties. I don't have such a good fortune. I can only play a single song. I hope you don't dislike it." !"

It was rumored that the third prince had never been married, and the emperor refused many times to marry him. There was not even a concubine or roommate in the mansion.

Looking at his table now, he is the only one, so the rumors are true.

It's just that he has such good conditions, why...
Qiancheng was thinking secretly, the sound of the zither was slowly rising, melodious and melodious, like weeping, like a spring water ding-dong, like a brook gurgling, it only took a moment to attract Qiancheng's mood.

Moreover, it was strange that she had a very familiar feeling, which was so strong that she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

My head hurts.

She hates this feeling.

Frowning, she closed her eyes, but the notes penetrated into her ears and brain like magic sounds, twisting and twisting deeply.

And a strange picture popped up in my mind.

A full moon was in the sky, under the moonlight a man was playing the piano, and a woman was dancing with a sword. The man was Su Mofeng, but the woman was... herself.

Startled, she opened her eyes and met Su Mofeng's gaze.

The four eyes meet and are deeply entangled.

Qiancheng suddenly had the feeling of being deluded, and a thought was about to move in her mind, and the more she suppressed it, the stronger it became.

Finally, she couldn't control it anymore, she got up suddenly, pulled out the long sword from the waist of the guard behind her, and flew up.

Obviously, obviously she doesn't know martial arts.

Everyone was shocked, and there was an uproar in the audience. Eunuch Li exclaimed, "Guard!", and the guards stepped forward with their swords drawn.

But seeing the woman just lightly landed in the middle of the field, dancing to the sound of the piano, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Mofeng was shocked, and kept his hands, but his black eyes were looking at the woman in the field, without blinking.

Is it really her?
Forcibly suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Su Mofeng hooked his thin lips lightly, his slender fingers were even more flexible and changeable, and the sound of the piano was melodious, just like the sounds of nature.

Qiancheng Suyi had black hair, her skirts fluttered, and her wide sleeves slid to her elbows with the movements of her arms, revealing a wrist as white as jade.

I saw her bright wrist spinning, the silver sword in her hand was like a silver dragon, riding the wind and waves, changing in many ways.

The white Qionghua rained down all over the sky, and the beautiful sword flowers also dazzled people's eyes.

She was conscious, so she was spinning one foot all the time because her other foot was feigning injury.

But consciously, she couldn't control her impulse, the impulse to dance sword dance.

She obviously hasn't learned it before, but her movements are smooth and smooth.

Therefore, she was very sure that the owner of this body must have had a story with Su Mofeng.

And the most engraved fragment in the story is their integration of piano and dance.

All eyes were attracted to her, including the emperor, including Su Mochen.

It turns out that in this world, the word Qingcheng does exist.

Some were shocked, some were amazed, some were jealous, some admired, and of course, some... were angry.

For example, Su Mochen.

Ever since Qiancheng entered the arena, his deep black eyes have been glued to her body for an instant, and he has never moved away for a moment, but no one can understand the various emotions surging in those eyes. .

Perhaps except for Xilingxue and Tong Suqing, no one knew that this man, who had always been calm and introverted, showing no signs of emotion, was angry.

The wine cup made of bronze was shattered into pieces in his hands.

The woman's sword dance on the field is still in full swing. Although she has one foot, the woman is as light as a plain butterfly.

The fusion of human and sword, the sound of the zither and the dance of the sword, could not be more natural and smooth.

Suddenly, the woman's single foot softened, and she staggered two steps. The long sword in her hand fell down, and the tip of the sword drew a spark on the ground. She supported the long sword to stabilize her body.

There was an itching pain in her throat, she opened her mouth, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, sprayed on the ground in front of her, like a large blooming rose, shocking.

"Ah—" everyone exclaimed, all frightened by this sudden change.

"Zheng—" the sound of the strings suddenly breaking.

"Kangdang—" There was a sound of the low stool being overturned.

Two figures flew up, both of them caught the woman's unsupported body that was about to fall.

"A Thousand Cities"

The exclamation sounded at the same time.

Different people have the same fear in their mouths.

The two men raised their eyes and looked at each other, their eyes were scarlet.

Su Mochen raised his hand suddenly, and coldly waved Su Mofeng's hand away, "Third Brother, you have surpassed!"

Su Mofeng swayed and didn't recover for a while.

Yes, she is his sister-in-law.

She is already his sister-in-law.

A look of pain was entangled in his eyes, he wanted to step forward, he wanted to hug her, he had a lot to ask her, but he couldn't!
Su Mochen pursed his thin lips tightly, with a condensed expression, holding the woman in one hand, grabbing the long sword in her hand with the other, and throwing it vigorously on the ground, his black eyes twisted deeply like knives at her.

Those eyes wished they could swallow her alive.

Are you angry?

Qiancheng smiled, the smile was dilapidated, the corners of his lips were stained with blood.

Isn't all of this made by him?
The internal injury in her chest, she wanted to hold it back by force, but just now she was really angry when she danced the sword, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

Before his second blow came, she sent herself up.

"Su Mochen..." She whispered his name.

Suddenly, there was an itching in her throat, and another gust of fishy sweet gushed out. She wanted to turn her head, but she didn't even have the strength to do so. So, that bright red sprayed directly on the chest of the man in Huapao.

The man frowned, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't talk!" Then, he stretched out his hand to touch her acupuncture points, picked her up in his arms, and walked away quickly.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't recover.

what happened?
what happened?

Can dance with a sword also vomit blood?
Eunuch Li raised his eyebrows and asked Emperor Wen, "Your Majesty, do you want to announce the Imperial Physician?"

The emperor's phoenix eyes were deep, and his emotions were unclear. He squinted his eyes and looked at the distant figure behind him. After a while, he said, "No need!"

Su Mofeng looked at the mottled blood on the ground and shook his head in despair.

General Ran's gaze was deep, and his heart felt like a knife.

Suqing and Xilingxue sat on their seats, pale and at a loss.

Su Moyu and Su Moyi walked over, "Brother Jiu and I will send the two sisters-in-law back!"

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palace gate

Yang Henhou was beside the carriage.

He was terrified when he saw Su Mochen rush out holding Qiancheng whose clothes were covered in blood.

He wanted to ask what happened, wanted to know the situation of the woman, but he didn't dare to ask, but endured the torment in his heart, and hurriedly opened the car door.

Su Mochen bent over and entered with the woman in his arms.

The door is closed.

Yang Hen set up the carriage and galloped, the whip whipped loudly.

In the carriage

Su Mochen supported the woman and sat in front of him, stretched out his hands, luckily, and put his palms on her back, slowly transferring his true energy into her body.

It wasn't until he was sure that the true energy had filled the woman's whole body that he slowly withdrew his power and pulled the woman into his arms again.

Yes, pull!

The kind of pull without mercy.

There was no light in the carriage, it was very dark, Qiancheng couldn't see the man's expression, but she could feel the man's restrained anger.

She didn't know why he was angry?
Angry that she didn't die?
Or did she ruin his plan in one step?
For a long time, neither of them spoke. In the small space, only their heartbeat and breathing were so clear.

"You know martial arts?" After a long time, a man's deep voice came from the darkness.

"No!" Qiancheng asked truthfully.

"That just..."

"That's just dancing!"

It's like dancing with props, except that the props for dancing are swords.

At least she thought so.

The man sneered, "When will you be able to dance?"

That's right!

It seems that Tong Suqing is the only one who can dance in this world.

"Always, it's just that fourth master never gave me a chance to dance."

As soon as the words were spoken, Qiancheng regretted them, no matter how bitter they sounded.

"So..." the man sneered, "It's rare for you to join in when you get a chance?"

Qiancheng was startled, and it took him a long time to realize what he was referring to.

Come on?
Is that how he sees her?Same as that old emperor.

Originally heartbroken, hearing the words made her even more angry, so she couldn't help retorting, "Yes! How could I miss such a great opportunity? What an honor it is to be a dancer for the third prince. He is not only the emperor's most beloved and valued son, Moreover, he is upright and pure-hearted, on the day of the incense tasting meeting, the emperor offered him a marriage, but I refused, that was because I was blind."

How many people stayed with Suzi?Let Suzi get excited~~~(@ _ @)~
The truth will be revealed tomorrow. In addition, according to the legend, it will be so soon, you know it!
Stay tuned!
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