The night wind was rustling, Wenren Qianjue walked out alone, folded his hands on his chest, leaned against a pillar and raised his eyebrows: "Can I help you?"
The sound is particularly clear in the night sky.
Only then did Bi Qing notice that there was someone behind her.
She wiped her lips and turned around.
Her eyes, which were red from crying, had no tears at the moment.
The red eyes, like white rabbits, make people feel uncomfortable.
"It turns out to be Miss Qianjue."
She forced a smile and waved her hand: "No need.
I just ate too quickly and felt uncomfortable.
I just need to rest."
There is a vague and indifferent attitude in his attitude.
In just one day, she went from a junior who grew up under the protection of her elders to a homeless existence dependent on others.
Wenren Qianjue knows this feeling best.
There is still a vague corner in her memory, where she vaguely remembers the death of her real parents, and how she endured a period of darkness when she was young, until she ended up wandering on the street.
That was all before being picked up by the "organization".
"Hmm."
She responded lightly, noncommittally, like a bystander.
"If there's nothing else, Bi Qing will go back to the room first."
Bi Qing bowed her knees gracefully, then turned around and left, her hasty steps filled with sadness.
When they first met, she had a really bad impression of Bi Qing.
Wenren Qianjue does not deny this.
But now it's a different story.
"Qianjue, what are you doing standing here?"
Ouyang Junnuo's voice was so warm and as clear as jade.
He came from behind and lightly put a cloak on Wenren Qianjue's shoulders: "I haven't seen you for a long time.
Chi Yan is sick, when are you going to ask her to come out and play together?"
A question brought Wenren Qianjue back to his senses: "Chi Yan has been very sleepy recently, so I left him in the Peacock Pavilion to rest."
Anyway, with that little thing's ability, it's no problem to get yourself something to eat.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to your room."
Ouyang Junnuo's voice seemed to be filled with inexplicable magic, which always made people want to obey his words.
Wenren Qianjue curled her lips.
She wanted to say no, but she didn't say it.
The two of them walked in the Ouyang Mansion at night, picking out lanterns every few steps, like street lamps, with simple and cute shapes.
Every few steps there were lotus-shaped lamps, with huge luminous pearls placed on them, embedded in the heart of the lotus.
The light and shadow flicker, and the soft light fills the air.
The surrounding flowers and plants are all glowing with pearl color, romantic and chic.
Ouyang Junnuo walked beside Wenren Qianjue, wearing a long gown and a graceful walk.
Every step carried the gentleness and ruthlessness unique to a nobleman.
He is always special than others.
Wenren Qianjue yawned, said nothing, and walked lazily towards his bedroom.
At the same time, on the other side, people were living in a state of dissipation and dissipation.
In the lobby of Fangyan Pavilion, Pei Yuange spent a lot of money.
He and Baili Suye were located in the middle of the lobby.
No one dared to approach them within three feet, making it a no-man's land.
In a place that is usually extravagant and noisy, those who should be hugging the girl are still hugging the girl, but through the light of Master Pei, the dancers dancing in the center of the stage can be seen.
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Wearing a veil to cover her face, a pair of cold and ruthless eyes are covered with heavy makeup, like a witch from hell, with dark beauty.
Following the beat of the music, a pole dance adapted by Wenren Qianjue was performed This dance was a blockbuster at the dance competition in Miqinglou.
Since then it has become a popular dance in Beijing.
It's a pity that there are too few dancers who can dance like Wenren Qianjue, either they can't let go, or they are too feminine and lack the cool temperament she has.
This difference is that the dancers on the stage were trained by Yan Niang herself for a long time and specially trained according to Qian Jue’s temperament.
"Master Ye, how about this?"
Pei Yuange's peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, outside , they all called him Ye Gongzi.
Under the silver mask, the beautiful face had no expression.
Baili Suye leaned lazily on the chair, her slender legs crossed, and a pair of extremely ruthless eyes, always falling on the dancer.
On the body.
Ye Yan's bold dancing posture and cold-blooded eyes.
It's very similar.
Like that woman who sat in Ouyang Mansion's sedan without looking back.
Baili Suye's clear and jade-like fingers lazily played with the wine glass in his hand.
The small wine glass was like a plaything in his hand, being played with casually.
Although the people next to me didn’t know who the man wearing the mask was, but To be able to sit next to Young Master Pei and to be so respectful to Young Master Pei is a terrifying status.
When the dancers on the stage finish dancing, they are indispensable with a head-twirling reward.
The petals fell from the sky one after another, and the dancer seemed to be disdainful of bending over, and turned away indifferently.
This was also taught by Yan Niang.
No matter how happy you are, don't show it.
Wenren Qianjue was a cold-blooded person and would not pay much attention to these things.
The moment the dancer turns around
"you."
The indifferent voice is not loud, but it directly reaches the dancer's ears like an ancient musical instrument.
The sound is so beautiful that it also makes the dancer's steps stop.
This voice seemed to have magic power, and her feet couldn't move.
He turned his head unconsciously and saw a pair of dark night eyes behind the silver mask, like a bottomless abyss.
The dancer's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became rapid for some reason.
He was sitting next to Young Master Pei.
If he could be close to Young Master Pei's friends, he would be able to live and eat well for the rest of his life.
But the little bit of reason she had left told her that she must listen to Yan Niang's words, and no matter how much she cared, she couldn't walk over.
"come over."
As those extremely charming thin lips opened and closed, an indifferent and noble voice sounded again.
He didn't seem to care about himself, his fingers were still playing with the small wine glass in his hand, and there was an ascetic temperament all over his body. in public The dancer raised her leg, her red lips behind the veil bit her raised leg tightly and then lowered her head.
She couldn't just walk over.
The playful smile on Pei Yuange's fair and handsome face grew wider and wider.
Tsk tsk, that's amazing, Yan Niang has trained a good youngster, but it's a pity that he glanced at Baili Suye beside him.
Tonight, I will smash it into the hands of His Highness.
Pei Yuange brought Baili Suye here because he wanted to test him out under the influence of wine and debauchery.
Maybe he could find some clues about the misunderstanding between him and Qian Jue. who would have thought "Oh" There seemed to be a vague sound that suddenly sounded Pei Yuange turned his head and found that the seat next to him was empty.
On the stage, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, Baili Suye's hands wrapped around the woman's slender waist and pulled her up.
"ah" The dancer was startled by the sudden appearance of the person, and then bit her lower lip tightly.
Remember to be cool when you are on stage.
A little woman who refuses to admit defeat, or rather, a little pet that she doesn’t know well.
There was a turbulent look in Baili Suye's eyes, and his bright and jade-like fingers gently touched the dancer's neck.
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The sound of beating arteries is so clearly audible.
As long as he exerts a little force, he can taste the blood surging underneath.
She looks so much like that woman, I wonder if the blood is also that sweet.
Of course the dancer didn't know what Baili Suye was thinking at this time, but his big palm on her waist seemed to have fatal magic power, and a numbing feeling kept coming, which made her heartbroken.
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