In the clear silver moonlight, there was silence.

Exhaling silently, Huangfuye narrowed his eyes, gestured to Qingling, and quietly looked forward, but the next moment his pupils tightened, and he took a long breath. He was so shocked that he could no longer look away——

The beautiful girl danced gracefully, her sleeves flying, the broad moon-white sleeves flying like scattered brocade clouds, carrying a flowing silver brilliance, the black hair like a waterfall swirling, the green and transparent hosta

The child is like a flowing firefly, with a faint green color flowing in the moonlight.

There is no musical accompaniment, but silence is better than sound.

The girl's waist was as soft as a willow, and she gradually turned her back. On her right forehead, a bright red plum blossom bloomed, which captured the soul. She turned around again, and her long sleeves flew past her, as if the wind had been disturbed. The night wind rushed into the garden and bloomed in full bloom.

The snow-white tung blossoms suddenly filled the sky and began to rain down. The clear and subtle fragrance floated, making people want to be intoxicated.

Huo Ran, his long body stood up, and there was another whirling dance, his moon-white clothes were fluttering like the wind, and then he threw his cloud sleeves through the air, elegant and agile, and swaying freely.

The girl smiled charmingly, her peach blossom face shone like spring flowers, and her black pupils were as blurry as drunkenness, like a stream of autumn water.

In an instant, Huangfuye's chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a huge iron hammer. Something solid cracked quietly, and the already uneasy inner lake stirred up a stormy sea.

He held his breath and looked at her, the blood all over his body was slightly numb, as if a weak electric current was passing through him.

Unconsciously, Yun Luoran danced her feet more rapidly, spinning her skirt like a snow-white tung flower with its stamens bursting out, and her black hair flying like water... After a while, her body was as low as a willow in the wind.

Under the skirt, the cloud sleeves of the skirt slowly spread out, like a white plum blooming on the ground...

The dance is over.

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent and eclipsed.

In his eyes, he could only see her.

The heart is surging, and those peerless eyes are bursting with hot brilliance, flashing with thrilling excitement and splendor!

Yun Luoran, you are such a surprise to me, I am going to make your decision! I will peel off all the beautiful veils you have hidden layer by layer with my own hands! Huangfuye declared loudly and arrogantly in his heart.

"...It's great, this is the most beautiful dance I have ever seen...That one's Jinghong Dance is a bit inferior in comparison..." Qingling looked at it in deep shock as he lost his mind.

He looked at Yun Luoran in the courtyard and muttered softly to himself, but was stabbed by Huangfu Ye's sharp and dangerous eyes and immediately closed his mouth - Be quiet!

Looking at Yun Luoran who was slowly raising his body, a strong desire for possession suddenly arose in Huangfuye's heart. He suddenly came up with the idea of ​​hiding her beauty from others.

"Qing Ling, you go back home first." Without thinking, he narrowed his eyes and gave the order.

"Huh?" Qing Ling was surprised, "Your Highness, why don't you come with us? That person should be waiting impatiently at this time..."

"I'll go back in a minute." After hearing him mention that person, Huangfuye's expression changed slightly, and then he said calmly.

"...Yes." A strange look flashed across his face, Qing Ling reluctantly forgot to glance at the people in the courtyard, and flew away with a strange look of fear and worry.

He had a gut feeling... His Highness might miss his appointment tonight.

In fact, Qing Ling's prediction was right - after he left, Yun Luoran did not dance again, but sat in the yard with the wine jar in his arms, admiring the flowers in the moonlight, and pouring himself a glass of wine.
Chapter completed!