Chapter 1153

"Drunken spring Pavilion!"

He whispered the three big words on the plaque, but Zhuo Wen smiled. When he entered the imperial capital, he lived in Zuichun Pavilion.

Zhuo Wen can still remember the characters he met in Zuichun Pavilion, including Xu Niang, lu'er, Mo Yan Wushang, and mu chenxue, whose pseudonym was Mu blood.

"I don't know how she is in the inner yard?" Zhuo Wen gradually blurred his eyes and murmured with a smile.

"Young master, why don't you go into Zuichun pavilion?"

Suddenly, at the door of Zuichun Pavilion, a woman dressed in colorful clothes came to Zhuo Wen, grabbed Zhuo Wen's right hand and planned to pull him into Zuichun Pavilion.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a burst of strength poured out of her right hand. The woman was shocked to go back a few steps and looked at Zhuo Wen in horror.

"Good! I'll go in and play."

Zhuo Wen nodded and crossed the shoulder with this woman and entered the Zuichun Pavilion. The dress in the Zuichun pavilion has not changed much from two years ago. Everything is the same, but the Xu Niang who was guarding the door is no longer, the shy green child is no longer, and all the people who fall into Zhuo Wen's eyes are strangers.

"There is a performance of Miss Miao today. Let's go and have a look!"

"Seriously? Since it's Miss Miao, we have to go and have a look, but I heard that Huangfu, the Third Prince of the Imperial City, has also come."

"Yes! Prince Wuque came specifically for Miss Miao. It is said that he plans to bring Miss Miao into the harem in front of everyone today."

"Miss Miao is going to suffer. The prince is famous for liking the new and hating the old. Once he is brought into the harem, I'm afraid he will be left out in the cold soon."

The conversation between the two people around attracted Zhuo Wen's attention. His eyes flickered. Zhuo Wen followed the flow of people towards the Fenghua area.

Zhuo Wen has heard of Huangfu wuduan before. Among the many princes in the royal family, Huangfu Wudao and Huangfu have no talent. However, at the beginning, Huangfu wuduan was not old and his cultivation was not high, so he did not participate in the ranking competition of the green emperor list.

In the center of the Fenghua area, there is still a stage covering a wide area. Around the stage, there are pavilions and pavilions. Among these pavilions, many people have been filled. Those who can sit on the pavilions are basically dignitaries of the Qing and Xuan dynasties.

However, there is the tallest building among these pavilions. At the edge of the building, soldiers in armor surround the building and stare around coldly.

In the building, a 19-year-old young man was sitting on a jeweled seat. In front of him was a golden table with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Beside the young man, there were two robed elders. The breath of the two elders was not weak, and there was a frightening essence in their eyes.

Zhuo Wen saw that many people around him focused their eyes on the young man and whispered. He knew that the young man sitting on the pearly seat should be Huangfu.

Huangfu Wuque's accomplishments are not very high, probably around xuanzun territory, but the accomplishments of the two elders behind Huangfu Wuque are good. Unexpectedly, they are all the accomplishments of Jinzun territory.

"At the beginning, the Qing emperor announced that there were only five heavenly zuns in the royal family. In fact, it was not. I'm afraid there should be other heavenly zuns and strong people in addition to the five people in Ziyang, but they were not exposed."

Zhuo Wen thought to himself. He heard a lot about the Qing emperor's royal family from Ziyang and knew that the Qing emperor was not very simple. Therefore, Zhuo Wen was extremely cautious when he returned to the Qing Xuan Dynasty this time.

After a while of waiting, suddenly, the wide curtain behind the central stage opened slowly, and then the graceful dancers danced in the stage, like butterflies in the flowers.

There are about thirty dancers on the edge of the stage. Their graceful dancing and clear piano sound fill the eyes and ears of the people around at this moment.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped. After ten breath, the loud sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and then a figure like a gorgeous butterfly dancing in the flowers floated from behind the curtain and landed in the center of the stage.

"Miss Miao is on the stage! Since Miss Mo Yan Wushang mysteriously disappeared from Zuichun Pavilion, only miss Miao's dance can be comparable to the original Wushang girl."

In this amazing figure, the moment it appeared in the center of the stage, the surrounding crowd burst into an uproar, and many people's eyes showed a trace of obsession.

Even Huangfu, who was on the high Pavilion, was very excited when he saw this figure, as if he saw a peerless treasure.

When Zhuo Wen's eyes also fell on the woman, he couldn't help showing a look of stunned.

The woman was wrapped in light green Chinese clothes and covered with white gauze clothes, revealing a beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The skirt was pleated like snow and moonlight, flowing gently to the ground, more than three feet, making her gait more graceful and soft.

Three thousand green silk are tied up with a hair band and a butterfly hairpin is inserted in the head. A wisp of green silk hangs on the chest. It is thin with pink and Dai, only adding color. The faint red leaf feeling on the cheeks creates a delicate and lovely pure muscle like petals. The whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind and a clear and clear ice and snow.

The woman's temperament is like ethereal running water, giving people a sense of emptiness and comfort. Even Zhuo Wen's eyes almost sink when he sees the woman at the first sight.

However, when Zhuo Wen's eyes moved up and landed on the woman's exquisite face, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Yes... Green?"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice that the girl was 17 or 18 years old. Although more than two years have passed, Zhuo Wen still recognized that the girl was still some young Miao green at the beginning.

At the beginning, Zhuo Wengang just entered Zuichun Pavilion. It was green who led him to the accommodation in the snow moon area. At that time, green was only about 15 years old and an unknown girl. Now two years later, she has emerged so graceful.

Now Miao green, even Zhuo Wen feels a trace of amazement. It seems that the change of female freshman is not random.

Miao Lv's posture is as soft as bone, dancing slightly, giving people a kind of soft and beautiful beauty, which makes the viewer involuntarily immersed in Miao Lv's graceful dance, and enters a strange artistic conception with the clear sound of the piano around.

Zhuo Wen stood quietly in the crowd, enjoying Miao Green's dance and experiencing the artistic conception. He couldn't help but raise a trace of admiration in his heart. Miao Green's dance is actually not under Mo Yan Wushang. The only difference should be the cultivation of the two.

When a high song fell, Miao Lu's graceful dance came to an end, but people in public felt that there was still more to be desired. When the sound of the piano finally stopped, everyone around applauded and cheered in unison, praising Miao Lu's unique dance.

Miao Lu, standing on the stage, put her slender jade hand on her shoulder and bowed slightly to the people around her. Then she opened her lips and said in a loud voice, "I'm willing to present another song to you. I don't know if you are willing to listen to this song."

"Miss Miao Lu offered a song, but there was no gift?" Huangfu stood up slowly, with a gentle smile on his mouth.

Others around the stage also agreed one after another and were willing to listen to the music and Fu offered by Miao Lv.

"Then thank you for your kindness!"

Miao green leaned slightly and just nodded to Huangfu without any faults, which made the latter look a little embarrassed, and his eyes showed a cold light.

At the moment, another group of people came out of the curtain. There were ten strong men with bulging muscles. Each of the ten strong men carried a half man high drum.

Boom, boom!

At the invitation of Miao Lu, ten strong men began to beat drums with tacit understanding. The distant drums began to spread around the stage.

The sound of drums contains boundless grandeur and fierceness, and is also full of endless tragic triumphs. It seems that at the moment of the sound of drums, the stage is no longer a stage, but a battlefield of gold and iron horses. The sound of drums on the battlefield, the exchange of weapons, the hiss of hooves and horses, and the killing of strong men.

Everyone was immersed in the heroic drum sound, as if they were in the battlefield, their hearts beat violently, and their eyes began to be full of excitement.

"When I was drunk, I carried a lamp and watched the sword. In my dream, I was surrounded by horns and camped. Eight hundred miles under my command, and fifty strings turned over the sound outside the Great Wall. When I ordered troops on the battlefield in autumn, Lu made of horses flew fast, and his bow was like a thunderbolt. He finished the king's world affairs and won the first place behind him."

The melodious singing comes out slowly from the cherry lips of Miao green. The clear and loud voice of the beauty forms a sharp contrast with the strong and fierce drum sound, setting off the tragedy and helplessness of the battlefield.

For a moment, countless people had a sense of tragedy in their hearts, and the fog filled their eyes.

"This girl..."

Listening to the drums around and the crisp singing of Miao Lu, Zhuo Wen in the crowd smiled and showed a moving look in his eyes.

This song Fu was sung by Zhuo Wen for a while when he was opening the morning bell and evening drum for Mo Yan Wushang. Unexpectedly, the little girl Miao LV remembered this song and adapted it.

When people were still immersed in the artistic conception of this solemn and stirring song and Fu, Miao Green's voice also fell slowly, but there was a trace of gloom in her beautiful eyes.

Two years ago, she once, under this stage, looked at the uninhibited figure of the tyrant, beat the morning bell and evening drum, and sang this broken song impassioned for a while.

Miao Lu will never forget this song and Fu, so after that day, she wrote down this song and Fu, and worked hard to learn dance song and Fu. Finally, today, she moved this song and Fu to the stage where the figure stood two years ago.

"Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year."

Miao green murmured in a low voice. In her beautiful eyes, she couldn't help thinking of the figure like a pine and cypress. Where is he now?