two months later
Meng Zhaoguo, Imperial Palace
Mei Fang
The sound of silk and bamboo strings rose melodiously, and from time to time, the sound of women's laughter could be heard.
A man wearing a crescent-colored brocade robe stood outside the gilded window of Meifang.
Except for a pair of deep and narrow phoenix eyes and two thin lips, the man's entire face was covered by a silver mask, but these two things were so handsome that people couldn't help but wonder what was underneath the mask. A breathtaking face
He was quietly looking at the two women dancing to the music in Meifang, motionless, with deep eyes, completely unaware of what was in his mind.
"Ping'er, look at this action, is it right?" The speaker was a woman wearing a purple brocade skirt.
I saw that she looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with eyes like the moon, lips like cherry blossoms, long eyebrows like willows, black hair like waterfalls, especially a pair of smiling watery eyes, smart, cunning, and seemed to be able to talk.
While she raised her wrists, turned her sleeves, and danced lightly, she looked at the woman in green who was demonstrating in front of her.
The woman who called Ping'er stopped what she was doing, walked to her side, lifted her up with her high wrist, adjusted the height, and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, that's good!"
The woman in purple was so happy that she practiced it several times in a row, and then she stopped panting, her face flushed as red as a first-ripe apple.
"Zizhuo, let's get to this point today! Otherwise, when your Majesty sees you working so hard, you will blame me again!"
"Ah~" the woman pouted with a look of reluctance, "You haven't been practicing for a while now?" For a moment, a hint of slyness passed through her eyes, she stepped forward with a playful smile, pulled the sleeve of the woman in green, Qinghuang said, "Okay Ping'er, let's dance a little longer! You see, my body has already recovered. Besides, if you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how do you know how long we have been dancing for? Are you right?"
Ever since she woke up in this strange palace, her mind has gone blank. She has no idea who she is, where she comes from, or what she has experienced. She only knows that she seems to have appeared suddenly from nowhere, without any trace of her past. My memories of the past ten years.
It is terrible for a person to have no memory, just like having no soul, so she studied all kinds of things desperately, hoping to fill up the blank corner of herself.
However, the nosy man who was said to be her savior always restricted her freedom at every turn, saying that her body was severely injured and had not yet recovered, that she was too tired to do this, that it was nerve-wracking to do that, that she could not do this or that.
She didn't understand why the majestic king of a country had so much free time to care about her affairs.
However, considering that he was also doing her best, she didn't bother to argue with him.
However, in this huge palace, without learning something to play and doing nothing all day long, she was really bored and empty.
"Ping'er, good Ping'er..."
"no!"
"Dance a little longer, half a stick of incense, just half a stick of incense, okay?" Lu Ping looked out the window calmly, "No, your Majesty will be here soon!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I know Your Majesty," Zizhuo was angry and pursed her pink lips slightly, "Forget it, if you don't want to jump, don't jump. I'll go find them to play shuttlecock!"
Then, without waiting for Ping'er to react, she picked up her skirt and ran out. But before she could take two steps, she bumped into someone and she stumbled backwards.
The expected pain did not come, and after a slight sense of disappointment, she felt herself falling into a warm embrace.
She looked up with an exclamation.
Dressed in crescent white, with a silver mask, warm eyes, and lightly curved thin lips, who is her enemy if not her
"Brother Chu!" She arched her eyebrows and saluted with a smile.
Lu Ping behind her also followed Yingying and bowed, "Your Majesty!"
The person who came was none other than the man who had been standing outside the window just now, Chu Xunmo, the king of Meng Zhaoguo.
"Why are you running so fast?" The man curled his lips and spoke in a pleasant voice.
The warm breath lightly brushed his cheeks, with the faint fragrance of herbs. Zi Zhuo was startled, then suddenly remembered something, and smiled sweetly, "Brother Chu, I learned a new dance today, how about dancing it for Brother Chu?" ?”
The man's smiling eyes were fixed on her face, and after a while, he said, "Okay!"
Chu Xunmo sat in front of the case, looking at the woman in the hall who raised her slender hands, danced lightly, and turned back to smile at him from time to time. He was so absent-minded as he had never been before.
Not just obsession, but also a kind of thin and desolate sadness.
Is this really her
If he hadn't rescued her from the bottom of the cliff with his own hands, he would have suspected that they were just two people who looked very similar.
While in a trance, the woman had finished dancing, walked up to him, put her elbows on the table in front of him, stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Did you dance ugly?"
Chu Xunmo just came back to his senses, and when he saw her pursed lips with a hint of resentment, he smiled lowly, "No, it's very beautiful. I was fascinated by it!"
Zizhuo's eyes lit up, but soon he said "cut" again and straightened up, "You always say yes!"
At this time, Lu Ping walked in holding a cup of tea.
"I'll come, I'll come!" Zizhuo came forward and took the tea cup from Lu Ping's hand. Seeing the ripples of chrysanthemums on the tea surface, he suddenly pursed his lips and smiled. When he turned around, he spoke with lightning speed. At the speed of covering his ears, he put something in his sleeve.
"Brother Chu, please have tea!" Putting the tea cup in front of Chu Xunmo, she stood aside and looked at him with a smile as bright as a flower.
(End of chapter)