Soon, so the pond was full, and the lotus carved with golden flowers floated on it, which was even more moving. And Yang Haoxuan also discovered that there were actually many candles above the water surface of the pool.
Immediately, the lights of the entire Wenxiang Building dimmed, and only the candles above the water surface lit up together. The outer three rows and the inner three rows turn the pool into the center of the audience. At this time, many petals fell from the air.
Among the petals, a Tsing Yi woman also descended out of thin air. At this moment, a brisk piano sound came from Wenxiang Tower. Then I saw the woman in Tsing Yi slowly landed, her jade feet moved, her hands waved, and she danced gracefully.
The woman in Tsing Yi is about eighteen years old. She is beautiful and fragrant. She is dazzling and charming, and the willow next door is weak and curly, like the waist of fifteen women. What is rare is that she has an affectionate, slightly shy and innocent smile, which is beautiful and moving.
The slender jade legs danced gracefully in the dance. The voice was like a yellow warbler flying out of the valley, crisp and sweet, and it lingered around the beam for three days.
Yang Haoxuan's heart trembled suddenly, his heart beat faster, and his palms were sweating. Even though he saw Yang Ruolan's beauty, he wasn't so excited, but every move of the woman in Tsing Yi seemed to be controlling his heartbeat and emotions.
Gradually, there was only one thought in my mind, to have her!
And there is obviously more than one person who has the same idea as him. Everyone in Wenxiang Building was fascinated by it and could not control themselves. It's a pity that the beautiful things in the world are short-lived, a dance ended soon, and the woman in blue also receded.
"Qingxue deserves to be the top card!" Huang Pengcai sighed when the woman in Tsing Yi stepped down.
Yang Haoxuan secretly remembered the name, but this time he was a little disappointed when he remembered the theme. I think I'll ask a few young ladies to be comfortable with me. Who knows that it was deliberately made elegant, which made him very depressed.
"Go! Young Master Yang!" Suddenly, Huang Peng stood up
how? Are you going to start? Yang Haoxuan stood up immediately, and followed Huang Peng's excited pace, and also became excited.
Unexpectedly, Huang Peng actually walked to the middle room on the second floor. As soon as Yang Haoxuan came in, he found that Huang Peng had given the janitor a huge bill. Like a KTV box, a group of people drink around.
Sitting beside Huang Peng in doubt, he immediately knew why he was here. I saw that Qing Xue, a woman in green clothes just now, walked in at an unknown time, silently walked to the side, held the pipa in her arms, and played a tune. The wonderful sound made everyone drunk.
After a burst of applause, Qingxue came to the seat and sat down.
Now approaching the beauty, Yang Haoxuan's heart beat faster. Taking a closer look, I found that every bit of Qingxue was perfect. It's beautiful, but it doesn't feel out of reach.
Make men more dependent on her. Others weren't much better. Among them, a handsome young man, with a twinkling star in his eyes, praised: "Miss Qingxue really knows rhythm, I have no talent, I can only write poetry, I want to give it to Miss!"
Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled: "No no!"
The young man smiled proudly and was about to write a poem, but Huang Peng, who was next to him, suddenly interjected: "It's so good to memorize poetry! It's so good to memorize poetry!"
Even Yang Haoxuan was stunned by his words. From his appearance, he knew that he wanted to show his power.
But does he have capital?
Sure enough, the young man glanced at him angrily, and said in his heart that he didn't understand, pretended to understand, and said, "Brother Huang can also recite poems, why not write one!?" His words caused a burst of laughter at the same table. They all knew that Huang Peng couldn't write it.
Huang Peng was also stunned for a while, knowing that he was too confused, but the beauty was already looking at him curiously, and it was difficult to ride a tiger. Suddenly, he saw Yang Haoxuan next to him and said, "As for me, of course not, but my good brother Yang Haoxuan, recite a good poem!"
"Uh..." Yang Haoxuan, who was in a daze beside him, suddenly heard this. He was very good at writing poetry? . Isn't this a curse...
"Haha!" When others saw Yang Haoxuan, they found it even more interesting. Everyone knows what kind of virtue he is, and the entire Yanjing City knows it. Huang Peng and Yang Haoxuan are the genius villains of Dayan. When it comes to reciting poetry, they do not believe that Huang Peng and Yang Haoxuan will meet.
But at this moment, Qingxue said, "Young Master Yang really knows how to write poetry? Qingxue is so curious!"
Her curious appearance is even more seductive and enviable. The young man saw that the limelight was completely taken away by others, and said strangely: "Yes! Brother Yang, you should let everyone see it!"
"This question..." Yang Haoxuan hesitated for a moment, glared at Huang Peng, and then suddenly looked at Qingxue again. His excitement resurfaced, and he gradually discovered this feeling, just like first love.
I can't help but think of my ex-girlfriend who broke up for various reasons and was filled with emotion. After weighing it for a while, amid the expectations or ridicule of the crowd, he said, "If that's the case, I'll show it!"
After clearing his throat, he said in a succinct voice, "If life is like the first time..."
Ha ha! Hearing the beginning of this sentence, the young man who used to be the leader suddenly laughed, and even Qingxue's eyes were filled with a strange brilliance.
Of course the others laughed too. Because reciting poetry, reciting poetry, is to make poetry extremely gorgeous. And what Yang Haoxuan said just now is simply vernacular!
Yang Haoxuan turned a deaf ear and continued: "...heshiqiufengbeihuashan? dengxianbainquegurenxin, quedaogurenxinyibian, lishanyubaqingxiaoban,
yeyulinlingzhongbuyuan, heruboxingjinyier, biyilianzhidangriyuan. "
Quiet! The poem silenced the audience. Unexpectedly, the first sentence is not gorgeous, but it lays the foundation for the following. The descriptions of men and women are very clear.
Although "Mulan Ci" describes a man's feelings from a woman's point of view, it is also very suitable for this kind of place. The people sitting here are more or less emotionally traumatized, otherwise they wouldn't be addicted to Wenxianglou.
Yang Haoxuan even more resonated with them.
"Good poem! Good poem!" But to Yang Haoxuan's surprise, the first one to speak was Fatty Huang Peng. However, there is a good poem on his face, but he just sees a lot of things from his good friends that he doesn't understand.
However, his words made everyone react. Looking at Yang Haoxuan, his eyes were full of surprises, as if he had seen a ghost. Usually this bastard young master, his mouth is full of foul language, extremely domineering, but he has never seen elegant demeanor.
Now that a good poem suddenly appeared, it was really difficult for them to accept, especially the man in Tsing Yi before.
"Young Master Yang is indeed talented, Qingxue admires it!" At this moment, Qingxue's beautiful eyebrows moved slightly, and her eyes showed curiosity.
He sat beside Yang Haoxuan without leaving a trace, smiled lightly, and said, "It seems that the rumors about Young Master Yang from the outside world are wrong!"
The toothy smile and slightly slanted eyes made Qingxue's pretty face even more charming.
The people sitting are all infatuated, but more jealous!
Jealous of Yang Haoxuan and He Dehe Neng, he would not change his opinion of him just because of a poem, and even guessed that the poem was prepared in advance.
"More than that! More than that, Young Master Yang is proficient in painting, calligraphy and chess!" Suddenly, Huang Peng's face trembled. Although he couldn't get a beauty, he saved his brother's face.
Will you die if you don't speak? Yang Haoxuan glared at him again, but found that Qingxue seemed to be more curious about him, so he said modestly: "There! There!"
Qingxue suddenly stretched out a jade hand like a spring roll, placed it lightly in Yang Haoxuan's palm, and said softly, "Young Master Yang is too modest! Qingxue wants to talk to him about music alone!"
"Ha...Is this a one-night stand?" Yang Haoxuan felt like he was electrocuted, his skin was smooth as oil, especially when he stared straight at him, it made his heart beat faster!
"Nalan Xingde, Nalan Xingde, no wonder you have 'sex' in your name, just recite poems!" Yang Haoxuan calmed down, and in the envious eyes of others, he said, "Is that so, of course!"
Qingxue smiled and said, "But today, Qingxue is a little tired from dancing. Next month's 15th will be at the Moon Pavilion. Let's discuss it again!"
Yang Haoxuan was a little disappointed, but still reluctantly said, "No problem!"
"Huh?" Qingxue's beautiful eyes blinked.
"Oh, no problem!" Yang Haoxuan suddenly smiled awkwardly when he realized that he was complacent.
Fortunately, Qingxue didn't care, and gave everyone a salute before leaving.
As soon as she left, everyone present let out a few howls, took a sip of wine, looked at Yang Haoxuan, and wished to swallow him.
"It's amazing! Young Master Yang!" Huang Peng next to him exclaimed excitedly: "After so long, he is the first person who can ask Qingxue out! And it's the fifteenth, Wangyue Pavilion! I can't believe it!"
After listening to Huang Peng's words, everyone threw their wine glasses and left.
Yang Haoxuan didn't expect such an effect, but everyone left, shrugged, extremely helpless, originally came to shoot today, who knew that the poem was recited...
Damn, why does it sound so evil?
"I didn't expect it either!" Yang Haoxuan continued to stare at him. He originally planned to enjoy it, but... sigh, let's go back and practice with peace of mind.