Not only Xuan Li felt this way, but as soon as the music started, Xiao Shao, who was sitting in front of the window, raised his eyebrows gently and his eyes fell on the girl playing solo music.

After the first few paragraphs, Jiang Ruan slowly moved, and her red clothes were like a charm that fell into the mortal world. It was the most evil and beautiful. She rotated, tiptoed, raised her arms, and kicked. She did everything beautifully and touching, and she was so vivid that she could not turn her eyes. Everyone gradually put away their contempt gazes before, unable to hide the surprise in her eyes.

It was decades of forbearance and sorrow, the premature divorce between mother and brother, and the loneliness of her only one in the world. It was the father who couldn't wait to replace the imperial edict with her portrait and sent her into the bottomless palace. It was the thought that the warm and considerate lover ruled the world once, but it was himself who was the witch who was in trouble with the country. It was the legitimate sister who made her a human pig, and the despair of watching her young son being played to death.

The sorrow of her dancing seemed to be about to ride the wind in the next second. Somehow, people actually remembered the desolate scene in their hearts. Gradually, some people's eyes felt a little sore when they saw it.

After the slow dance, the whistle sounds in her mouth were urged, and as if a golden sword and iron horse were coming on the sand, there was a bloody sharpness. Her movements suddenly accelerated, even so fast that everyone could not see her movements clearly. She only felt that the red clothes were as beautiful as blood under the moonlight. The music was so exciting and crying. It was the pain of the extreme sorrow that turned into unforgettable hatred. It was the unfair ghost crawling out of hell to come to ask for his life to those who were owed their lives. It was the sinisterness that would not let go, and it was the indifference that would stand on the top to look down at the indifference of all living beings.

The moonlight shone brightly on her crystal clear face, her eyes were astonishingly bright as snow, and there was no smile, only a deep indifference and irony. She looked like Shura, but like a god. She looked like a witch, and wanted all living beings.

The music of revenge is still playing, and the dance of revenge is still continuing. This dance has already made everyone feel frightened. I have never seen a person dance so beautifully, so beautiful that it makes people scary. It seems that she is the person in the song, and she wants to take revenge with her with hatred, and even if she pays all the price, she will be willing to take someone to bury her even if she enters hell again. Her life is indifferent, and this is a witch born specifically for revenge.

The children are intimate, and the grudges are in harmony with each other. The warriors go to the enemy field. The floating clouds and catkins are rootless, and the sky and the earth are flying. The birds are noisy and chirping. Suddenly, they see a lonely phoenix. They climb up and climb, but they lose their power and fall into a thousand feet. I have two ears, but I haven't listened to the silk and bamboo. I heard that Ying's master played, and I sat up and stopped him. I pushed my hands and stopped him, and my clothes were wet. Ying was so capable that I could not put ice and charcoal in my intestines!

After the song fell, the red clothes dancing in the wind suddenly tightened, and their heads were raised like waterfalls and silky under the moonlight. Her face was charming and demonic. Her upward charming eyes slid across Jiang Susu's body faintly, and she reached out to make a beheading gesture on her neck. Jiang Susu's body stiffened, and Jiang Ruan smiled.

The beauty smiled, as if the spring flowers of the Great Brocade Festival bloomed layer by layer overnight, so beautiful that it made people feel blasphemous when they looked at it for a while.

Xiao Shao's beautiful handsome face was still cold, and his long eyelashes covered the deep thoughts in his eyes.

She just stood quietly at the bow of the boat, as if she did not belong to this world. For a moment, everyone was silent and fascinated.

The young men on Qingsongfang were already crazy and murmured: "There is such a stunning beauty in the world. Today I see it. Even though I die, I will have no regrets."

Jiang Susu was sitting in the boat, her face turned pale, and the face that had always been beautiful and beautiful, twisted into a ferocious look. Jiang Li also clenched her hands tightly, and her silver teeth were almost biting.

The fifth prince opened his mouth and a trace of greed flashed through his eyes: "It's just as good as Miss Jiang Er..."

Xuan Li's expression was complicated. Somehow, he always felt that something in this girl attracted him deeply, and he wanted to go forward and see her appearance carefully.

Everyone was silent for half a quarter of an hour. The young master from the General's Mansion on Qingsongfang was the first to shout: "It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the best beauty in the capital!"

Jiang Ruan turned her head and smiled gratitude to him. Seeing that her beautiful face turned red, the young master turned his face and his eyes were immediately obsessed.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Susu's face turned very ugly. She couldn't understand why Jiang Ruan was in a village in the countryside and never hired a gentleman. How could she whistle and dance so well? With such a dance, she was self-defeating about her talent and thought she could not dance as much as Jiang Ruan. Besides, the hull was bumpy, so why did she dance steadily and not even fall?

Jiang Susu would never know that Jiang Ruan was in the palace in her last life because she was not favored by the favored concubine in the palace and taught her to dance on the birthday of the concubine. She would never forget her practice without touching the ground even after a lifetime. She could have danced in the palm of a person, but what could such a bumpy hull be considered?

Everyone echoed, and the praises were much more than Jiang Susu. People always liked new things. Although Jiang Susu was good, she had been the first talented woman in Beijing for many years. In addition, she always looked like a fairy who was ignorant of the world. Now she has a charming and completely different from her. As long as Jiang Ruan is a little better, people's eyes will be attracted by her.

The male relatives praised her very much, but the female relatives looked very good. Originally, the Jiang family already had a Jiang Susu, but now there was a Jiang Ruan. Wouldn't all the good men in Beijing be fascinated by them?

When Jiang Ruan returned to the seat, Lin Zixiang said: "It turns out that you can still dance, which makes people look at you with admiration."

Zhao Jin and Wen Feifei were rough-minded and nodded: "It's really a dazzling thing to teach us, but the whistle is so good. Can you teach us?"

"I used to be in the village, I had no musical instruments, and I was playing when I was bored." Jiang Ruan explained that this explanation was reasonable and made people feel a little more pity for her.

Dong Ying'er looked at her: "But why did you choose "Guangling San"? Generally, noble girls would not choose such songs today."

Jiang Ruan smiled: "I can only blow this."

Xu Ruoxi's face was a little pale, and she lowered her head but didn't say anything. Everyone knew that she was unhappy and pretended not to see her to avoid embarrassment.

The next few noble girls came out to perform, but they were just going through the motions. After Jiang Ruan's thrilling Guangling dance just now, they felt bored when watching these indifferent programs.

During this year's Lantern Festival, the Jiang family broke out such an unpopularity. Everyone just thought that the rabbit lantern this time must have fallen on Jiang Ruan's hands. On the Qingsong Boat, the people who talked about went from Jiang Susu to Jiang Ruan today.
Chapter completed!