The glances directed at Ruoyu were extremely mixed, surprised, astonished, and some were even slightly surprised. Especially the woman who was still sitting in Jun Wuya's arms was first stunned and then shocked.
Ruoyu's hair was randomly tied with a green thread, like a trickling stream winding down to her waist, covering the lotus-colored coarse cloth, but the reflection was even more eye-catching and smooth, even the slightly raised curls at the end of her hair.
Like aroused langoustines, the face that looks up at people, although not whitewashed, is still graceful and charming, worthy of being a famous beauty of the Feng Kingdom.
In the past month, there have been rumors in Lingguo's capital that Ruo Qingwen was bought by a veiled man that day, but they have never found out who it was. The word-of-mouth rumors are getting more and more mysterious, but they never thought that Ruo Qingwen
Wenhui walked out of the small door leading to Prince Jun Wuxia's bedroom.
Meng Youdie, whose slender arms were still around Jun Wuya's neck, saw that even though she was wearing a flowing cloud pattern silk shirt and a purple and gold phoenix crown on her head, she was still a little inferior to Ruo Qingwen. A cold light flashed through her eyes, but she turned around.
She said in a sweet voice: "Your Majesty, I heard that Qingwen has only learned some martial arts since she was a child. She doesn't understand music and doesn't know how to dance. I'm afraid it will disturb your interest, Your Majesty."
Although Meng Youdie's words were slightly sharp, her voice was sweet, and she almost only called her "Qingwen". Instead, she felt a little tender and considerate, and she poured a cup with her jade-like orchid fingers.
The wine is brought to Jun Wuya's lips
In fact, Meng Youdie's words are not wrong. Everyone knows that the niece of the abandoned queen is not like the ordinary women in the boudoir. Not only does she not learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she also crawls around all day long, without a break, and she cannot listen to others.
After half a minute of persuasion, I couldn’t stand Ruo Qingwen’s behavior early on. Naturally, everyone was overjoyed when they got the opportunity today and burst out laughing together.
Jun Wuxia laughed when he heard the crowd, and also raised the corners of his lips. He held Meng Youdie's hand and took a sip of wine. He picked up a strand of Meng Youdie's hair with his fingers and rubbed it, playing with it: "My beloved, that's very true."
Yes, the eldest daughter of the Ruo family only knows some three-legged cat kung fu that she can’t even dodge arrows.”
As soon as Jun Wuxia finished speaking, all the guests and friends around him burst out laughing. Ruoyu felt that the harsh sound was about to scratch her eardrums, and the chaotic sounds came overwhelmingly, as if they were coming from a huge boulder.
Bury yourself under it alive...
Different tunes? Can’t dance? I want to let them see if I am what they say.
Ruoyu let go of her hand holding the door frame, crossed her brows with her green jade fingers, stroked her hair and gently untied the green rope, tilted her head slightly and let it hang on her cheek, raised her face, blinked her eyes, and said with a smile: "That sunny
Wen will sing a song for the prince to cheer him up."
Ruoyu's tone was low and graceful, like tinkling spring water flowing through her heart. After hearing this sentence, the voices of the guests who were still laughing just now gradually became lowered, and they all watched Ruoyu slowly and gracefully barefoot through the secret door.
Moving to the dance floor, the dance floor is huge, with smooth emerald-colored jade in the center. The jade is warm and cool. Ruoyu stands on it like a begonia blooming among the soft grass, which is eye-catching.
With her fingers, she casually twirled a small pale pink flower among the clusters of flowers. She parted it sideways in her hair in a confusing way. With her eyes half-closed, she held up her steamy smile and her red lips lightly parted and sang: "Flying flowers are flying, neon clothes are dancing."
, how many feelings are flying in the heart, the clouds are flowing in the wide sleeves, the music of the piano is condensed on the fingertips, the clear water and lotus are away from the hustle and bustle..."
The beautiful voice is like flowing water, like moving clouds, and the graceful sound line seems to turn into a red thread, wrapping around the hearts of the stunned people, and the enchanting bending down and raising hands are all confusing people's hearts, seeming to be drunk but not drunk.
Her appearance is breathtakingly beautiful, with all the wind and light on display
Refined yet enchanting, elegant yet shy, there is such a beautiful woman in the world...
Jun Wuxia, who had been chuckling carelessly just now, also slowly stopped smiling, following Ruoyu's every dance with his narrow eyes.