Several people have already sat down, Dongfang Yu's seat is next to them, sitting alone, and Yunhe is standing behind him, waiting at any time.
"Just drinking tea will not satisfy you, so I have arranged some performances so that you can watch them while sipping tea." After describing to a few people, Yun He made a gesture to the servants beside him.
Ling Yixing was a little surprised when he heard there was a performance. It was his first time to come to this place, and he also fell in love with it because of its casualness and the special tea. But he didn't expect such a quiet place to be so quiet.
If someone was performing, wouldn't it destroy the tranquility here? He couldn't help but feel a little regretful about this.
On the contrary, except for Ling Yixing, everyone else was in high spirits, and even Si Jun's sharp eyes showed some expectation.
Just when several people had different expressions, a sudden bright light caused several people to focus their eyes on one place at the same time.
The round table in front of the few people was suddenly filled with all kinds of candles and lanterns, and the light covered all the lighting in the tea house.
The unusually bright round platform made people feel as if they were indoors. At this moment, when everyone's eyes were drawn to it, two rows of women wearing bright yellow sleeves walked through the crimson curtain behind the round platform with small steps.
We came to the bright center row.
The melodious sound of the piano also sounded slowly at this moment, crisp and beautiful. The dancers danced to the music, waving their sleeves and jumping.
At this moment, the sound of the piano, which was flowing slowly like a stream, suddenly rose in pitch, and the dancers also retracted their sleeves and stepped aside in small steps.
Those who were very familiar with the performance also knew that the protagonist was about to appear, so everyone looked eagerly, especially the third and fourth princes, who did not leave their eyes for even a moment, and did not even drink water.
Lower your head.
Just as a few people were looking forward to it, the red curtain opened again, and at the same time, a woman wearing a transparent gauze dress with her head tilted to one side appeared.
The sound of the piano gradually became lower and began to change into a soft and charming sound. At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her face.
She folded her slender waist and took a slight step, showing her bright wrists in the gauze. Her eyes were full of clear spring water, and her hair was inserted into a bun with a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin. She was fragrant and tender, more delicate than flowers, and her fingers were like the roots of peeled onions.
Like Zhu Dan, every frown and smile touches the heart and soul.