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Phoenix Bedchamber. It was the most beautiful place in Yue'e's pavilion, and according to the servants, the furnishings here were all in a fresh and elegant style, to the point that they were comparable to King Jin s.

The long corridors and courtyards of bedchamber all used the finest sandalwood. The voice of the warbler lingered in the air, accompanied by waves of elegant and clear fragrance. Sunlight passed through the concave space and scattered on the ground, speckled, like floating waves of water, rippling.

There were all sorts of flowers and plants growing in the yard. Multicolored butterflies flew back and forth in the forest, sometimes landing in the flower heart.

Under the Peach Blossom Forest, there were a few tall cherry trees mixed in. The fragrance of the trees was intoxicating. Although Phoenix Bedchamber was the place of residence, it had the same beautiful scenery and courtyard as the Phoenix Stage in the rear pavilion.

The arched stone bridge penetrated the clear water of the pool. Small splashes of water followed the wind as it flapped against the rocks on one shore, startling all the fish that passed by in the pool as they hurriedly fled.

"Miss, servant will help you go back. I'm afraid that you'll be tired after coming out for too long. Ah Yu was afraid that if she stayed out for too long, she would get a chill.

The pink and tender plain muslin clothes fluttered with the wind. From afar, the faint pink muslin draped over her shoulders, making her look like a fairy in a dream. The bun was inlaid with a pearl hairpin, which, though not gorgeous, suited her gentle elegance.

Her indifferent face was refined, and her gentle eyes gazed at the cherry blossoms on the other side of the arch bridge. Her slender fingers rested on the lacquered wood of the long corridor as she smiled elegantly.

"Miss …" Ah Yu worriedly looked at her back.

It was because she was too beautiful that her passing by the stone bridge caused the school of fish to cheer. It was because she smelled so good that wherever she passed, butterflies flew about gracefully.

Under the cherry blossom tree, she half raised her head to look up at the trees full of flowers, a piece of pink flower petal scattered, flat spread over the counter.

He untied the ribbon tied around his chest and threw the cloak to the side, Ah Yu. He took off his shoes, held up his skirt and walked over, then stood under the tree as he watched silently.

"Miss, your leg is still injured, so you can't dance." Ah Yu's forehead started to wrinkle with a zigzag pattern.

However, he heard her say, "Have you forgotten? How could I be so delicate?"

If she was that weak, she wouldn't be standing here right now.

When the wind blew and the flowers scattered, she laughed softly. Her fair feet stepped on the pink flowers, and the bells on her ankles tinkled with her body's movements.

His long black hair that hung down to his waist floated in the air with his body's rotation. It was as light as a gust of wind. Her fingertips drew an enchanting arc as she twirled around, her soft body twisting and turning like a charming river.

Many colorful butterflies flew around her in waves, sometimes stopping at her fingertips, and sometimes flapping their multicolored wings with her. Her every action was full of gentleness and allure.

The long corridor attracted many servant. As they looked carefully, their eyes were filled with wonder and admiration for women. The servants stopped what they were doing and came over one after another, clapping and cheering.

"Sister Yun Xiu, look."

On the other side of the fake mountain, two maidservant s followed behind Yun Xiu. Yun Xiu looked in the direction they pointed, and immediately her face changed.

When she heard that the prince had granted her residence, she didn't expect it to be true.

"If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyes so that you can have a closer look!" Yun Xiu stared fiercely at the people dancing on the cherry blossom platform.

"She clenched her fist and sneered." No matter how good the dance was, don't forget, the prince ordered that no woman is allowed to dance here. Not to mention her. "

In the past, this was where Bai Yue'e lived. At that time, the Prince had held the guqin for her.

However, after Bai Yue'e's death, this place would no longer allow anyone to live, and even the maidservant s who were cleaning had to be arranged by Lady Cai Er herself. This Luo Shang really had some guts. She dared to dance here, she was truly courting death. Seeing that King Jin knows, what should she do.

As she thought about it, Yun Xiu couldn't help but raise her sleeves and laugh secretly.

"Cloud... Sister Yun Xiu, but you … Look there. " The maidservant s all opened their eyes wide in shock.

Yun Xiu was still immersed in her pride, how could she care about them? She waved the handkerchief in her hand, and was about to leave. "What are you looking at?"

"No, it's the King Jin." The maidservant people hesitated before finally saying a few words.

Yun Xiu suddenly turned to the side when she heard what she said. Behind a stone bridge blocked by trees, in the hallway, Leng Shaoyu had both his hands behind his back. His face was as calm as water and his eyes were tightly locked on the woman's body.

From the looks of it, he had been standing there for a long time.

"Prince?" Yun Xiu muttered in shock.

The sound of the bell fell to the ground. An intoxicating light veil fluttered up, and her long hair fluttered behind her, causing everyone to clap happily.

"Princess, you danced too beautifully."

"Yes, Princess, look, all the butterflies in the yard are coming for you." The maidservant were full of praise, but with a light cough, they all lowered their heads and obediently withdrew.

Yun Xiu looked at Luo Shang coldly and thought: "I do not believe that King Jin will let you go just like that." "Let's go!"

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Luo Shang turned around and saw from afar that he stood there.

Elegant and valiant. His strong, tall figure approached her, getting closer and closer. An indescribable beauty and boldness. This was the way that attracted people to her.

After passing by Ah Yu's side, she took the cape in her hands, leisurely draped it over her shoulders in an extremely refined manner.

Ah Yu bowed, and had no choice but to leave.

The gentleness in his eyes and the warmth of her hands, Luo Shang only felt that it was just an illusion.

He stretched out his hand and gently picked up the fallen flower petals from her hair. It was extremely warm and warm. He stroked her hair and wiped away the exhausted sweat.

"Look at you, you look like a child. You must be tired." Both of his hands rested on Luo Shang's shoulders as he looked down at her dotingly, then pulled her into his embrace.

His body was pressed against her warm chest. At this moment, his gentleness had lost all of her coldness and hatched her heart.

"Leng Shaoyu..."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed her beauty. Hearing her soft voice, the hands around her shoulders slowly loosened. Her long and slender eyelashes slowly opened up. She lowered her head and looked at her.

After all these years, even if it was just a moment of greed, it was fine as long as there was a little resemblance between her and Yue'e even though he knew that it wasn't Yue'e.

Luo Shang looked at him. She had never thought that such warm words would come from his mouth.

Cherry blossoms filled the sky, and a pure beauty appeared.

He cupped her cheeks with both hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you know 'Still dreaming'?"

"Meng Yi Jun, please forgive me. The Li is still too far away." Luo Shang looked at him.

"Can you still jump?" He frowned as if in supplication.

Still dream. He was still living a dream and wished for a concubine to fall in love with him.

Luo Shang did not nod his head, nor did she shake his head. Leaving his embrace, the tip of her feet lightly tapped the surface of the stage, creating a half arc of wind that fluttered in the air, as if she was startled by something. The hem of her skirt lightly swayed as it coiled up a few beautiful flowers, causing dust to swirl in the air.

Her fingers were soft and contained jade droplets. Her seductive body and every movement she made were naturally agile …

Leng Shaoyu looked at her with eyes that were filled with a layer of mist that no one else could detect. Meng Yi was the last dance Yue'e danced for him when he was still alive.

In the illusions, Luo Shang's every action was practically the same as hers.

Yue'e, is that you … It was you who brought her to my side, right...

Luo Shang's smile and frown was exactly the same as that girl from many years ago. Because of those eyes, he fell in love with Yue'e. Because of Yue'e, he chose Luo Shang.

"Still dreaming." Luo Shang gasped for breath, the haughtiness on her face was diluted by her faint smile.

Nineteen years old. The childish air that had yet to fade from her body had carved her very beautifully. It was this face. Such a beautiful age had caused others to experience pain that others had never experienced in their entire lives.