Huan Niang just stepped down, and the lights in the audience suddenly went out.
"What happened?" Many people were startled and asked each other.
At this time, a light halo was released in the inner hall, and then the soft light gradually diffused and brightened, but the audience was still pitch black.
Yun Yang's eyes were originally down, but Na Ming Lang pushed him and said tightly, "Look."
From the corner of Yun Yang's eyes, Feng Zhanbai, who was beside him, was already concentrating on the stage.
In that soft light, a purple-clothed woman walked out slowly holding a palace lantern. But it turned out that the thin and restrained light came from the palace lantern in her hand.
The candlestick jumped with rustling fire, and the plain white lampshade was lightly closed.
As she stood on the stage, lights suddenly turned on on the stage, but it was by no means the same as before, the whole building was brightly lit, but small lanterns were lit one after another on the eaves and the railings on the second floor.
The small lantern, the wick of which is rolled with orange fire, is enough to see things, but it is a little hazy.
If the beauties just came on stage, the applause resounded, but this one, no one clapped.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of the piano, but there was no one playing the piano. The tune of the hand, even though there are many people in the audience who are proficient in rhythm, have never heard of it.
Light and light, light and soft, soft and sad.
Everyone was staring at the Taichung woman. She held the palace lantern and kept her head lowered. Everyone had the urge to raise her head to take a look at her face, but no one made such a sound.
When she was in doubt, the woman put the palace lantern in her hand on the ground and slowly raised her head.
I saw she was wearing a moon-white tube top with embroidered roses, a purple dress with a skirt dragging the ground, sleeves rolled with a light gauze of the same color, and a light purple tassel tassels on her waist. The blue silk is coiled into a dangling horse and hangs on the temples, the pretty hairpin is dotted with pearls with the title of Cuifeng, and the thin moth eyebrows sweep the Qingdai.
It was the Japanese who wore a low bun, and Lian Juan swept her eyebrows.
But a lavender silk scarf covered her face, leaving only two crescent eyebrows and a pair of apricot eyes. Looking at it and looking forward to it, the stream of light in the eyes is clear and gleaming, and it does not contain the slightest charm, but it captures the soul.
The sound of the piano started a while ago, and then disappeared, but then it suddenly lit up like water.
The singing is also in harmony at this moment.
The best scene of my life
just to meet you
Staring at you quietly in the crowd
unfamiliar yet familiar
Although breathing the breath of the same sky
but can't hug you
If the spatiotemporal identity and name are converted
I wish I knew your eyes
Where will you be in a thousand years
What is the scenery around
Our story is not beautiful
so unforgettable
…
The words were too weird, and some people didn't even understand what the purple-clothed woman was singing, but they were still intoxicated by the quiet sound of the piano and singing.
Suddenly, between the tables, someone screamed, one, two... Almost everyone stood up and looked at the sudden whiteness in the air.
I saw snowflakes slowly fly out from the hands of the purple-clothed woman. One piece, two pieces, and soon, the whole room was filled with crystal white snow, flying in the amiable stream of light, floating on everyone.
It was as if a silver snow had fallen between heaven and earth.
Feng Zhanbai frowned tightly, her eyes could not be taken away from the woman on the stage. She sang softly, casting magic-like snowflakes in her hands, but her eyes were wrapped in thin but desperate sadness. He clenched his hands tightly, and after a while, he picked up the snow-white body and put it into his arms.
Second floor.
Duan Yuhuan and Xiahouchu came to report again. Both of them had expressions on their faces, but they saw Prince Lingrui, Xia Sang and Qingfeng all silently silent.
That slender and beautiful hand was holding on to the rod, and it seemed to be very hard, and the knuckles turned white.
The snow-white in front of him seemed to suddenly turn into a bubble.
Biboyang, deep sea merman temple.
The tall man's back disappeared. But someone ran up and grabbed the waist.
The man twisted his brows and turned around, glancing coldly at the approaching person, with a flash of impatience in his long and narrow eyes.
The woman lowered her head, unable to see her face clearly, but her voice trembled with joy.
"Rat, you just said that you will come to Zisu's side tonight, right?"
"Yeah." His gaze fell on her hand coldly, he turned around, and her hand was forced to slip from his waistband and hang down by his side, the purple tassels on his dress swaying gently.
He had been married to her for years, but he had never touched her. The elders in the clan put their words aside, saying that Zisu is the youngest daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and she should not give words to those who care.
In this case, he will reward her for one night!
"Then I wait for you… "
He interrupted her in a deep voice, "You don't have to wait, you can settle it first, I might come over at some time."
"It doesn't matter if you finish your work late, Zisu will hang a palace lantern at the door, you will know I'm not sleeping when you see it..."
The man glanced at the palace lantern she had placed, and sneered, "You carry this thing all day?"
"It's dark here." She whispered.
The Dragon King Long Hao rewarded the Dragon Queen Zisu with the darkest palace in the Hall of Mers.
"The deep sea of 10,000 feet is of course not as bright as the Heavenly Palace. I feel wronged by Princess Zisu." Long Hao sneered and left.
Zisu condensed his back until it disappeared, then silently pulled up the palace lantern on the ground and walked back to her palace.
The reaction from the audience seemed to be too quiet. Xuanji was in a cold sweat. She performed magic tricks during the school celebration. She tried her best to sing, and used the classic magic of David Goldberg.
She couldn't help but glanced at Feng Zhanbai. After tonight, she would never see each other again... With a thought, she slowly walked to Feng Zhanbai.
Xuanji didn't pay attention. At this time, all eyes were on them, including Na Minglang and Yun Yang who were at the same table with Feng, Wen Rukai and his son at the next table, and the mysterious guest on the second floor.
When the eyes met, the eyes that seemed familiar, Feng Zhanbai's heart tightened, and the hands under the table were already clenched tightly. With a wry smile in my heart, I never thought that the first tension in my life was on such an occasion.
Xuanji looked at his handsome face blushing and bent her eyes. She stretched out her hand towards him, her palm empty and white and crystal clear. Everyone didn't know what she wanted to do. Feng Zhanbai only felt his throat dry, and suddenly she reached out and snapped her fingers on his temple.
A purple flower quickly bloomed in her palm.
She smiled lightly and handed the flower to Feng Zhanbai.
Feng Zhanbai was shocked and took the flower.
Xuanji also finished the last note in her mouth and turned around slowly.
I don't know who was the first to shout hello, and in an instant, the audience was thunderous.
Xuanji was very impulsive and stretched out her hand to wipe her sweat... Sweat, thanks to "Myth", thanks to David.
There was a slight pain in her back, she was startled, turned around, and the lights in the building were all restored at this time. Countless silk flowers were thrown at her feet, she was stunned, smiled slightly, and owed her a blessing, which was a thank you.
But for a moment, all kinds of silk flowers on the ground are like a sea. If anyone inspects, they will find that there is no flower left on the table! The silk flowers in front of Xuanji were several times more than the sum of the silk flowers of the five beauties in front.
"You don't need to choose anymore, Miss Shimin is the oiran tonight!" Someone said loudly at the table, and many people responded immediately, and then the voice resounded throughout the audience.
Xuanji was stunned, her gaze was Feng Zhanbai's deep eyes, and Na Minglang and Yun Yang were also staring at her.
She was startled, but her waist tightened. She turned her head to look and almost cried out. Wen San's pig head hugged her tightly. She angrily said, "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"You little goblin, I really didn't see you wrong, you are very charming, please serve father and son tonight."
He put his arms around Xuanji and raised his voice again, "Do you want to see the beauty of this little beauty?"
"Think!" The applause, which had slowed down, was immediately loud.
"Young Master Wen, hurry up!"
At this moment, who does not feel itchy.
Xuanji was shocked, her eyes turned to Feng Zhanbai who was about to ask him for help, her face was cold, and the veil had been lifted.
"How could it be you? What about Liu Shimin? It turns out that you are a bitch! Okay, okay, it didn't take much effort to get it." Wen San laughed again in surprise, the covetousness in his eyes seemed to want to Like tearing her up.
Xuanji was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped Wen San in the face.
"Bah, you dare to hit me!" Wen San was furious, reaching out and pinching her neck.
"Big brother, save me." Xuanji looked at Feng Zhanbai and said hoarsely.
In fact, without waiting for her to call, Feng Zhanbai was already angry when he saw that Wen San was going to lift her veil to disrespect her, but it was forced, and when he saw her face, his heart was shocked.
Before Xuanji could finish her voice, Feng Zhanbai flashed and came to the stage. With a wave of his sleeves, Wen San's huge body fell to the ground. At the same time, he pulled Xuanji into his arms and looked at Wen San coldly.
"Young Master." Wu Qiyi jumped and stood beside Feng Zhanbai.
This sudden change was unexpected, and the audience was stunned.
Even Na Minglang and Yun Yang were taken aback and stood up together. Yun Yang stared at Xuanji secretly, but Na Minglang's expression changed.