MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 134

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She could feel his eyes sharp and deep.

Suddenly, Suther felt that he had a sense of being penetrated, so that he would not be recognized by him. Sutheringly thought, but obviously felt the smokeless eyes lighted at night, and those phoenix eyes narrowed without warning.

With a stagnation in his heart, the jade hand in his sleeve couldn't help pinching it. If it could be recognized by him, this Yirongshu would be too bad. Originally she had to learn Yi Rongshu, so she didn't need to learn it.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of the music on the dance floor in front of me, and the clear and distant piano sounds rang in the hall. Ye Wuyan and Seser were both attracted by the clear harp and turned to look at the dance floor.

I sighed with relief, really wondering if she would watch her at night without smoke, would she recognize her,

On the stage, a woman in white with a veil on her face appeared from the crowd.

Ye Yin had a veil on her face and could not see her appearance, but her figure was extremely charming and enchanting, dancing lightly. With the soothing sound of the piano, the dance was extremely gentle, as if afraid of disturbing people's dreams.

The crowd in the throne held their breath, watching the fairy dance like a dream.

Che Cheer watched the woman's dance solemnly.

"This is the woman you want to see?" Serus leaned down and said softly in Cheer's ear.

Che Cheer nodded and whispered: "I just saw her like this outside the hall, she ..."

When Che Che could not finish speaking, she heard the sound of the piano suddenly become full, and the woman was a little tiptoe and floated lightly to the palms of the dancers. The delicate and delicate feet jumped on the palms of the girls, and the silver bell on the ankle made a crisp sound, and the hall was already silent.

The piano sound faded little by little, soft and almost inaudible. In the still room, only the bell on the ankle of the woman in white whistled softly. In front of her, all her beautiful dancing postures, raging flying sleeves, and dancing Yuzu ...

I can dance on the palms of all the girls. This woman should not be weak.

She slyly remembered dancing on the smokeless palms of the night. At that time, she thought that she could find the palms that could drag her to dance, but unexpectedly, her obsession eventually turned into a cloud of smoke. Looking at the dancing woman in front of her eyes, her heart suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

She stared at the smoke-free night, and saw him sitting on the seat, with a high beam of hair, a jade hair hoop, and a dark-colored, collared, long-sleeved dress. There was no expression on her handsome face, and her eyes were deep. Looking at the dancing woman in front of her eyes, it is clear that he has been fascinated by her dance. However, his eyebrows were slightly condensed. Although his eyes were focused, his thin lips were a little tight. It seems that he is thinking about this woman through this woman?

His slender fingers stick out from his wide sleeves, playing with a glass filled with astral syrup in his hand. The glass is of white texture, exquisite and transparent, faintly visible, the fine wine is rippling in the glass, just like water ripples.

The sound of the piano rose suddenly, and the women formed a circle. The delicate jade hands were connected into a circle. The white-shirted woman spun gently on the palms of the women, the skirt swayed, and her long hair floated, even the white on her face. The yarns danced with her rotation, revealing her beautiful face faintly, but she could not see clearly, which caused people infinite reverie. The crowd could not wait for their fingers to be the breezy wind, covering the half covered, fluttering white veil.

Following the woman's graceful dance, in the smokeless eyes of the night, the lights were full of dancing, all in a sly dance.

In the forest of flowers, the wind was scorching, the rain was raining, and the red and white flowers fell on the ground. With the sound of rain and wind, she stepped on the blossoming flowers and danced wildly. The dance is graceful and charming, and it seems to dance out the sadness in the heart and the sadness in the heart. She danced for two hours, and at last she fell to the ground like a exhausted butterfly. At that time, he thought, what kind of pain made her so crazy to vent with dance.

For a while.

On the shore of Crescent Lake, she struck white clothes, holding a magnetic disk in her hands, shaking her wrists gently, and jingling a crisp and cold music sound. She was like a white lotus blooming in the lingling music sound.

On the street of Feicheng, she was against the setting sun. She seemed to be a butterfly, sometimes fluttering her wings and flying in the flowers, her posture was bewildering and beautiful, which turned the viewer's soul. He never expected that she would perform in the street, and he was shocked by her free and easy.

In the sea of ​​flowers behind Hunchun Shuilou, she danced in the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers with his flute, stepping on the petals and dancing. He couldn't help jumping towards her, thinking he would be full of Wen Yu's soft incense, but she didn't want to, but she jumped to his palm and turned gently.

For a moment, he looked at the corner of her flying skirt, and his heart felt a sense of old age. He was willing to reach out his palm and let her pair of slim feet on his big palm dance for a lifetime.

Alas, the moment of happiness was so short, it was his fault, and his mistakes pushed him into the bottomless cliff.

Yan Ye's smokeless and thick black eyelashes converged, covering the sadness between the eyes.

For a while, the applause sounded suddenly, and she lifted her eyes without smoke at night, only to see that the woman had leaped from the palms of the women, and the piano sound had stopped.

Ting Tingting came forward, the shirt was rolled, and the skirt was embroidered with a blue lotus. The lotus petals and leaves were intertwined with the Sulu skirt, and it spread to the corner of the white skirt. Yun Yan pulled low, and the rest of his hair fell down to his waist.

When the woman gently gave the gift, the white veil slipped down, revealing a beautiful and radiant face, E Mei's eyebrows were slender and black, her eyes were looking forward to Shenfei, and her red lips were a bit of dandelion.

Su Ye's smokeless heart suddenly seemed to be clenched by the cat's paw, and one of his heart was aching.

This woman, her eyebrows, and her eyes, are the people he dreams about.

Ye Ye's smokeless hand trembled a little, and the wine in the glass spilled over the table. But he didn't realize it, he just stared at the woman quietly.

Is she her?

Is it really her?

The woman, Ting Ting Lian, stepped forward, kneeling on the cold floor tiles, and said softly and gently, "The people's daughter sees His Royal Highness, sees the King, sees the King, and sees everyone!"

Even her voice was very similar to her voice.

Yan Ye put down his wine glass without a smoke, and still didn't get the taste from the shock.

I was really her, was it God's love, and finally gave him the opportunity to compensate?

He almost got up from his seat and stepped forward to help her up. But I heard Prince Edward's dust-free laughter: "Flat body, where is this beauty, so amazing, I wonder why Fang is?"

The Jaina woman stood up and replied gently: "The folk girl is the dancing girl of the Rouge Tower, with a flower name and ink dye. The folk girl was called by Ye Ye to celebrate the birthday of the king of the king."

"Oh? Ink dye, this name is very good. I wonder what your real name is?" Ye Wuchen continued to smile with a smile.

Mo Ran chuckled, "I do n’t know why the girl lost her memory four years ago, but she still ca n’t remember her own name? So her Royal Highness called Mo Ran."

Suddenly I heard the words without smoke, and my heart was shocked. Lost memory? His hand trembled, and the cup in his hand shattered silently.

The moment she saw the woman's veil slip, the surprise in her heart was no less than the smokeless night.

怎么 She never imagined that there would be a woman like her in the world. No, it should be said that it is not similar, but just like her other clone. Not only is her face the same, but her dance is also light and elegant.

How could this be? This is really incredible. No wonder, Cheer saw this woman and insisted on staying.

When the woman uttered the words of amnesia four years ago, her heart sank suddenly, a sneer evoked in the corners of her lips.

This seems like a conspiracy!

It's just that, they don't understand. What do those people do to make a woman like her? Fight against smoke at night?

He looked back at the smokeless night, and saw his face change, his deep eyes filled with deep shock. He stared intently at the ink stain, his eyes complexed.

Ye Ye is smokeless, do you still have love for yourself? I was so concerned about this woman who looked like myself.

"Ink dye, Your Highness likes your dance very much, I don't know what skills you have!" Ye Wuchen asked lazily.

"Fuzin!" Ink Ran replied lowly.

Su Ye Ye smiled and looked at Ye Su Ye.

Yan Ye Wuyan faintly commanded: "Come! Gift!

The servant girl held Yaoqin and placed it gently in the hall.

Yan Moyan sat in front of the piano case and stretched out his delicate hand, the white jade wrist, with his arms raised slightly, revealing several scars. Under the burning light of the hall, the black smokeless night eyes were stinging.

Wu ink dyed the strings with ease, and an ancient song "Youlan" resounded in the Qingxin Hall leisurely.

The woman in white dyeing ink stained the strings with ease, an ancient song "Youlan" reverberating in the Qingxin Hall, the sound of the piano is clear and the atmosphere is not lost.

Everyone is focused on the piano sound, only Ye Wuyan is staring at the scars on Mo Yanhao's wrist.

The scars are on the white wrists of Yurun's hawk. At first glance, when Ye Yan's heart was thundered by the thunder, his deep thoughts suddenly appeared blank, only the white scarlet wrists and the scars of stings flashed in front of his eyes.

不是 He didn't think about it, even if he fell from such a high cliff, he would suffer even if he escaped from the dead. He didn't dare to think about it, because he couldn't stand her suffering in an unbearable place where he didn't know, but when he saw the scar on the ink stained wrist, his heart was still painful.

痛 How painful should she be!

Seeing the scar on Mohan Xuebai's wrist, she couldn't help taking a sigh of cold air, and was extremely surprised. Who sent this woman, even disguised as a scar?

In the past, she fell from the cliff, her body passed over the cliff, or she was scratched by the protruding stones, her body was covered with scars. Although the medicine was used, it left deep and shallow scars everywhere. In addition, because of the serious injuries, the scars left on the back are also heavier. There was no scar on his wrist, and this woman made her wrist so embarrassed that she could see the scar without smoke at night.

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