Dear friends, before reading this chapter, prepare the song "Fireworks Easily Cold" by Jay Chou. It will make you feel more comfortable while listening to it!
Seeing Zhao Yuan nod, Chen Shaoxuan's eyes became a little more serious, and the smile on his lips gradually deepened, making people feel uneasy. The noise on the street gradually dissipated, and the crowds of people on the street turned out to be like a deserted city.
Chen Shaoxuan gently clapped his hands three times, and ten stunning women in white walked out of Furong Nuanchun's gate.
The gauze clothes as white as snow, with a bit of coldness, stood on both sides of the street.
The cool breeze blew gently, blowing their sleeves with layers of white waves, giving people a sense of coolness.
On the quiet street, the sound of the erhu suddenly sounded, which was a bit hoarse and sad. Then, the sound of the guzheng was added, making it a bit ethereal.
This tune is a bit strange, not something I usually hear, but it is refreshing.
After a few short tunes, a crisp voice seemed to come from the horizon, singing softly with a bit of sadness:
"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world
The dream is cold, a life has passed, and there are a few love debts
If you default to life, death and withering, etc.
Waiting round and round for the annual rings
How many floors of the pagoda were broken? Whose soul was broken?
The pain went straight to a broken lamp and the collapsed mountain gate
Let me wait a little longer, history will turn around
Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng song
It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots
What echoes on the stone slab is "wait a little longer"
It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village
It’s us who have taken root in fate.”
No one has ever heard a song like this before. The sadness and helplessness in the song can't help but make people cry.
The jade-like hands of the woman in white linger gracefully, her skirt is flying, and her pair of smoke-like eyes are still wanting to speak. The flowing light is flying, and the whole person is like a flower separated by mist, hazy and misty, flashing beautiful colors, but yet...
So far out of reach. Suddenly, the sleeves were flung open, and the sleeves were dancing, as if countless petals were floating down in the sky, swaying, each petal, holding wisps of agarwood. It was dizzying to see.
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Listening to such music and watching such dance, Zhao Yuan felt more and more panicked for some reason, feeling as if something was about to happen.
The song continued to sing quietly.
"Listen to youth and welcome laughter, which makes many people envious
The annals of history are too gentle and unwilling to write.
Fireworks are easy to cool and personnel are easy to separate
And you're asking me if I'm still serious
Thousands of years later, deep love for many generations, who else is waiting?
How can Qingshi not be true? Wei Shu Luoyang City
If you are interacting with a past life
Follow the world of mortals, follow me, wander all your life
It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots
What echoes on the stone slab is "wait a little longer"
It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village
Fate takes root, it’s us
It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots
What echoes on the stone slab is "wait a little longer"
It’s raining, it’s raining, the old hometown has deep vegetation
I heard I heard you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village
Fate takes root, it’s us
Fate takes root, it’s us
Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity."
At this time, a woman in red walked out of the house. Her aura made people dare not look directly at her. Everyone in front of her unconsciously took a step back to make way for her.
The moment the woman appeared, the blood all over Zhao Yuan's body began to rush to his forehead. He looked straight at the woman, and could no longer hear any noise in his ears. It was as if there were only two of them in the whole world.
The woman in red walked slowly towards Zhao Yuan. Her gauze was as red as drops of blood. There was a unique gourd hanging on her waist. There was a bell hanging under the gourd. It rang three times with every step she took, making people feel excited.
The seductive feeling.
The woman was covered with a veil and could not see her face clearly, but her clear eyes shocked Zhao Yuan. The hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly. The heart that he thought was dead turned out to be miraculously alive.
Violent beating.
The woman walked up to him, gently pulled down the veil in her hand, threw it into the sky, then showed him a meaningful smile, spread her hands, and danced gracefully like a swan flying high.
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The moment Zhao Yuan saw the woman's face, his eyes shrank violently. He remembered correctly, that face was obviously the pregnant woman he had seen in Chen Shaoxuan's carriage that night. A certain answer lies in Zhao Yuan's eyes.
Yuan's mind was about to burst out, and he could no longer sit calmly on the horse. His whole body was shaking, breathing hard, his eyes were blood red, and the last trace of reason was pulling him forward.
Zhao Yuan stared blankly at the beautiful and graceful dance steps. He would never forget such a smart and special dance. With every rotation and every jump, everyone who saw it would think of a name - Leng Changxi.
The red clothes kept tumbling as they turned, layer upon layer, shocking the eyes and souls of the world.
The bells on her waist rang crisply, like a clear sound that broke through the sky. The women in white were all prostrate on the ground, shaking their arms slightly, and their sleeves were billowing, with a kind of desperate beauty.
Leng Changxi jumped to the music, with a special beauty and a desolate look that made people cry.
Zhao Yuan almost forgot to breathe when he looked at it. The deep despair and determination emanating from her almost overwhelmed him. He felt that there was only a bright red dancing in his eyes, and nothing else.
He couldn't see it. And the red was so lonely and thin. He wanted to reach out, but he was afraid that it would disappear with just a light touch. The helplessness and despair in his heart pressed deeply on his chest, which hurt.
The pain was so deep that he would rather die right now than face her disappearance.
The ethereal voice gradually fell away, the sad music gradually stopped, and the rolling red shadow finally stopped. Silence returned to the world.
Zhao Yuan breathed with difficulty. This was the first time he had seen Leng Changxi since she left the palace, and he was afraid it would also be the last time. The despair that was almost out of his grasp was like a rope, tightly wrapping around him.
The harder he struggled, the tighter he was tied.
Zhao Yuan thought he would fall off the horse. However, when she walked in front of him, he was still sitting on the horse, but his whole body was stiff and unable to move. He looked closely into those eyes, but could no longer
I could clearly see the clear affection in those eyes. Those eyes that were once so beautiful were filled with his shadow, but now they were so light.
Is this all because of him? Does he deserve this? Is this the fate he has to bear?