Chapter 282 (2/2)

The sound can shake the sky.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that everyone covered their ears and said with a smile, ”this is good, loud enough!”

Wen Jiu smiled, picked up his pipa, tuned it twice, and sat down on the chair beside Ye Zhiqiu.

The third childe is on her right. Under the heavy lights, the jade like man has slightly lowered his eyes, and the white jade flute has been put to his lips.

On the edge is Jiang wucai. The zither covers a large area. She wears a maid's dress and sits there, but it is full of the dignified color of a young lady.

The hand has been pressed on the string.

Only the young man in red stood in the center of the stage with his hands down. He had no sword in his hands, but he was still calm.

Zhao Li said, ”it's a good festival. It's not good to dance swords and swords, qingluan.”

Zhao qingluan, who was on his side, got up, folded a wood Hibiscus on the side, threw it into the center of the stage, raised his chin and said, ”since it's dance, you can use flowers. You can use a dance gun to make a sword.”

She said that.

During the dinner, everyone was obviously relieved.

The little Yama said it was a sword dance. Who knows who he was planning to cut. It's a terrible thing. Let's save it.

Zhao Li's sons agreed with each other with a smile, ”Dancing Flower, what sword does such a little white face take? It's an insult to my big Yan swordsman!”

”If you have such a face, you can only serve people with color?”

”Why didn't qingluan start? She was raised by others?”

Everyone burst into laughter. Only the youngest Zhao Qingfeng didn't speak and drank tea slowly.

Xie Heng flew around and caught the hibiscus.

The boy holding the flower stood in the center of the stage, looked back and smiled slowly at Wen wine.

Warm wine, but even the heart is in pain. When the fingertips brush the strings, there is a little more anger.

Those incompetent people who only dare to lock in the turtle shell have no right to make fun of Xie Heng?

I dare not even let him take the sword!

A wood Hibiscus really regards Xie Xiaoyan as the actor of the dance?

The sound of Pipa startled the flying flower platform, and the sound of golden and iron horses suddenly burst. The murderous spirit overflowed and drove people's hearts.

It is completely different from the mild and good surface of warm wine.

She flicked her fingers so fast that she could only see the shadow under the light.

Ye Zhiqiu on her side was infected by her anger. He beat the drum and joined together. Xie Heng and Jiang Wuqi's Flute and zither merged with each other.

The people were frightened and stared at Xie Xiaoyan's every move.

But he saw that the young man's eyes had been on the warm wine, and he didn't give it to others at all.

Xie Heng gave birth to a pair of amber eyes with light pupil color. He looked at a person with such concentration as if he had given her thousands of deep feelings.

Warm wine flicked like a flying finger. As soon as he raised his eyes and bumped into the bottom of the boy's eyes, he involuntarily opened his lips and sang, ”you're forcing people to come. It's not free. It's difficult to close the dragon and Phoenix.

The whole hall is full of flowers, and three thousand guests are drunk. One sword frosts fourteen states! ”

Xie Heng waved the flowers like a sword. With a gentle pick, he lifted the lights on the stage straight into the air. He flew up, his clothes flying, turned around, the flower branches waved in a circle, more than a dozen lanterns whirled in a circle, and the lights went out clearly.

Behind the young man was the bright moon like a plate, and the night was like ink. The moonlight shrouded the whole flying flower platform, which lined the young man in red like a fire into an unparalleled shape.

Countless Kongming lanterns rocked up in the air, the shadows of trees around the flying flower platform shook, and countless people's footsteps were covered by the sound of music. The officers and soldiers surrounded the place layer by layer.

The archer is hidden in the dark. The arrow is on the string and ready to go.

The song is flying, and the night wind is distracted.

”The drum horn reveals the sky, the air is cold, the wind is surging, and the sea and mountains are autumn. The southeast is always the golden pillar. Who envies the thousands of families at that time?” when Wen wine sang the last sentence, Zhao Li suddenly threw a cup to the ground. The young man in red who carried the lamp and looked back suddenly flew up, picked a wood hibiscus and flew out. Before the wine cup fell to the ground, he smashed it.