Xiaoqian suddenly felt the burning sensation disappear, straightened her mood, straightened her clothes, put on a smile, and walked into the house.

Xu Xian looked at the woman floating in and noticed that there was a shadow under the moonlight. He asked doubtfully: "Who are you?" He was wondering, shouldn't Nie Xiaoqian be hanging out with Ning Caichen? Why did he come to his place? Did he leave?

Wrong door?

"Lonely in the middle of the night, I feel that you live alone, and I can't sleep on a moonlit night. I wish Xiuyan is well." Xiaoqian smiled sweetly, shyly and timidly.

Xiaoqian's voice was soft and sweet, and the sixteen words she spoke were extremely elegant.

But Xu Xian immediately summed it up in two words - "go to bed". Not to mention that Xu Xian couldn't do such a thing that would ruin the plot, and he still vaguely remembered that this was pure seduction. If he was really moved by lust,

I was afraid that Xiaoqian would be killed immediately without even touching her hands.

So Xu Xian refused righteously: "You'd better dance for me!"

Xu Xian found out very painfully that he was a very vulgar person. He originally wanted to directly refuse and let Xiaoqian go to Ning Caichen to contact Ning Caichen, but this sentence slipped out of his mouth unknowingly.

‘Forget it, forget it, now that I’ve said it, let’s just take a look!’ Xu Xian comforted herself while looking at Nie Xiaoqian expectantly.

Nie Xiaoqian was still smiling, and she calmed down the murderous aura in her heart a little. She put the bone spur in her hand back into her sleeve. The other party didn't think about it, and she didn't dare to take action. The other party was killed after being lustful, and killing him by force were completely different things. Merits were involved in this process.

The cause and effect are extremely complex, but one thing is certain: killing someone without any reason can easily bring about unbearable disaster.

Just dancing?

Nie Xiaoqian did learn it before she was alive, but she hasn’t skipped it in who knows how many years. The ancient temple in the forest, the wild ghost in the lonely tomb, who can you dance to show if you want to?

But today, in order to take a step further on the path of spiritual practice, Xiaoqian did not care much. Xiaoqian turned her slim waist, raised her lotus steps, danced with cloud sleeves, and started her first dance in many years.

There is wind and moon, the name of the dance has long been forgotten, and there are no musicians to play music. At first, there was a sluggishness, but at this moment, her figure is light and light, which is not what she used to be. She flows smoothly, without music, the music has solidified in

In her dancing posture.

In the silent moonlight, only her figure danced, as if the moonlight was also rotating around her.

When she was a child, her mother always forced her to learn to dance, but she was always unwilling to learn. If she could see it now, she would definitely be very happy!

"I don't want to be a dancer!" The wayward words I once said turned into someone's injury now. I still remember that my mother looked at me for a long time, stretched out her hand but did not hit her in the face, but turned her head.

I wiped away my tears and never forced her to learn to dance again.

Yes, my mother was just a dancer in the past, and later she was just a concubine. She was a weak woman who often hid in her father's arms and shed tears. But after her father left, she said to herself with a smile: Silly girl, my mother is trying to coax you.

Daddy, let’s see who dares to bully us and my mother in the future.

My mother, who was very good at crying, deliberately turned her face away that day to hide her tears. My mother, who was very good at coaxing people, smiled and said to herself: "It doesn't matter if you don't learn."

It’s just that I will never have the chance to go back to that small yard, never see the jumping puppy, the majestic father, or the beautiful dancing mother. I don’t have time to say to her: “I’m sorry.

"

I don't know when the dance stopped. I don't know when two lines of clear tears hung on her cold face.

"I'm sorry." An apology broke the silence between the two.

Xiaoqian thought for a moment that it came from her own mouth, but when she woke up from the clouds and smoke of the past, she raised her head and saw Xu Xian looking at her with apologetic eyes.

This only spectator dancer had been immersed in her dance just now, and only the words from "Luo Shen Fu" echoed in his heart: as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon... as if the moon is covered by light clouds,

The fluttering sound is like the returning snow in the flowing wind... The waves are moving slightly, and the socks are dusty.

Until I saw the clear tears on her face.

Xu Xian couldn't help but ask himself, what have you done? Is making such a woman shed tears the result you want? Everyone has a love for beauty. It's like seeing a beautiful orchid on the roadside and admiring it.

It's enough to admire her beauty and smell her fragrance. Do you have to pluck her to be considered a flower lover? She has her own worries and her own happiness!

"You go!" When Xu Xian said these three faint words, it was no longer for the fateful relationship between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, but for the real happiness of the woman in front of him.

Nie Xiaoqian was thanking her mother and waiting for everything that was going to happen. But she didn't expect that these three words would come out in exchange. Why was he apologizing? For the abruptness just now?

The moonlight and the night formed a wonderful dividing line in the house. Nie Xiaoqian stood in the moonlight, like a fairy who had been banished to the mortal world, but there was endless darkness in her heart. Looking at the young man sitting in the darkness, her eyes were burning, as if she was about to let out.

Average brilliance.

The sincerity and blessing in the eyes made her stunned. She hadn't seen such eyes in a long time, but she shook her head in her heart, strengthened her will, put on a smile and said: "Master, don't you think the dance of the slave family is beautiful?

"

Xu Xian shook his head and said: "Beautiful, extremely beautiful, but Nie Xiaoqian, the night is already late, you should go." He added in his heart: Come to the person you are destined for, and I will wait for the person I am destined to be by the West Lake.

arrival.

Xiaoqian looked puzzled: "How do you know my name is Xiaoqian, sir?"

Xu Xian forgot that Xiaoqian had not told her her name just now, but he was not satisfied with his reaction and explained: "I just saw a few people talking outside the house, including you."

Xiaoqian tilted her head and said, "But they just called me Xiaoqian, not Nie!"

Xu Xian secretly thought: How can a woman be so smart? She had to explain: "I made a fortune teller before I went out, saying that I would meet a woman named Nie. I guessed it when I saw you. The fortune teller also said

It's really amazing!" Xu Xian explained dryly, even he himself found it unconvincing.

Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed, "Ah, is it true?" Her cultivation was also capable of divination. A few days ago, she clearly calculated that there would be a marriage in the near future, but today, when she calculated again, the divination suddenly became chaotic. I don't know.

What is the reason.

Could it be this Xu Xian? Xiaoqian thought silently.

Xu Xian suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't leave yet." Xiaoqian was wondering if he had gone back on his word and was lustful, but she was hesitant to take his life.

But he saw Xu Xian rummaging in his backpack and took out a piece of rice paper. Then he grinded ink and started writing. He lay on the desk and wrote hard, but he didn't know what he was writing. Curiously, he went over to take a look and wrote a few sentences.

, but she already knew what Xu Xian wrote, it was Cao Zijian's "Ode to the God of Luo".

In this world, the Three Kingdoms still exist, and this "Luo Shen Fu" is naturally a famous piece throughout the ages. Although Xu Xian is not unable to find poems and songs that Nie Xiaoqian has never read or heard to write, he really does not want to borrow other people's literary talents.

Deceive the heart of the woman in front of you.

Tan Tanran's piece "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" perfectly matched Xiao Qian's dancing posture and Xu Xian's mood at the moment. She was writing furiously, and Xiao Qian stood by her side to grind ink for him at some point. She looked at Xu Xian who looked serious, with a strange expression.

Xu Xian put down the pen, twisted the paper, blew lightly, handed it to Xiaoqian, and said: "Xiaoqian, we say goodbye today, and I'm afraid we won't see each other again, so I give this to you as a token of my apology.

It’s okay to throw it away if you don’t like to go out, but you are not allowed to throw it away in front of you! Although you are beautiful when you are sad, I really hope that you can be happier. Alas, you said boring things again, okay, goodbye, Nie Xiaoqian.”

Xiaoqian took the piece of "Luo Shen Fu" with a complicated expression. The blessings and expectations in Xu Xian's eyes made her feel a little ashamed.

I don't deserve such praise! Is he really the person in my hexagram? Xiaoqian bowed in thought and exited Xu Xian's room.

There are countless poems and songs in the world, but the one she knows best by heart is "Luo Shen Fu". At that time, her mother always talked about it and would recite it when she was free. It was also the first gift given to her by her father.

My mother's smile when she chanted is still vaguely in front of me.

But I don’t know that most people will think of this "Luo Shen Fu" when they see the beautiful dance. However, they always feel that there is God's will in the preconception.

Nie Xiaoqian continued her task absentmindedly, pushing open the door of Ning Caichen's room. She didn't even bother to smile on her face. She just squeezed out a formulaic smile when she saw Ning Caichen and said: "I can't sleep on a moonlit night. I wish Xiuyan

good."

Ning Caichen had been awakened a long time ago. Seeing the stunning beauty in the world, he did not think about it. Instead, he said seriously: "I am a scholar who reads books from saints and sages. How can I ignore etiquette, justice and shame..." He wanted to continue, but Xiaoqian said coldly: "

Oh," he said, turned around and left.

He just took a few steps and thought of something, turned around and took out a piece of gold and put it on the bed. If he was greedy for money, he would die under this piece of gold. But Ning Caichen was indeed an upright and selfless man, so he immediately threw the gold out and said with emotion

: "A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely. This kind of ill-gotten wealth..."

He couldn't speak anymore because his only audience had already reached the door. So Lang Qingqing and his concubine unintentionally, Xiaoqian walked out of Ning Caichen's room without even taking a minute. She just glanced briefly

A quick glance showed that Ning Caichen was upright, generous and full of yang energy, but now her mind was filled with the "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" and she had no time to think about it. She just wanted to find a place to be quiet and think about the future.
Chapter completed!