The light blue figure is as light as a swallow, accompanied by the faint piano and jade hand pulling out of the scabbard, and the blue sword wrist gently rotating, and the blue sword also flashes like a flash, but the light of the sword is shining, but the feminine blue and weak figure blends.
The blue sword light is painted as an arc in the middle, and the female waist falls down along the sword light at random, but at the moment of landing, the sleeves are randomly pulled out to hook the house beam around the hall like a fairy in the blue sword light. At the moment, look at the scabbard in the imperial secretary’s hand, and the sleeves are pulled out of the scabbard in the middle.
Sleeve blue figure falls together.
"good!"
"color!"
The ministers don’t applaud.
If you get this daughter-in-law, ask again? Shi Min couldn’t help but enter the temple of fans. In general, there were green lights like hungry wolves in his eyes.
But Mo Qingdan didn’t stop there.
Still intoxicated, she smiled, and her attire has been dancing with her graceful posture. She seems to be like a light and fresh moon falling in Motome.
After the toe is gently rotated perfectly, the sleeves are lightly touched in the virtual space, which is like pulling the clouds. Everything seems to have lost its thinking ability after the skirts are stacked one after another.
Who knows that her skirt horn is quietly raised at this time, not because of the light pace of the wind, but even more because of the wind!
Every move she makes is not suffocating oppression, but penetrating the bottom of my heart!
At this moment Shi Min couldn’t help thinking of a Tang poem.
Who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters, there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun
An audience like mountains lost among themselves is long and low.
And rapid as angels before the wings of dragons, which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky
And ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea, she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger
But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves has a younger brother and fragrance.
Dancing still and singing in the old blithe way, this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God
I have a feeling that when I ask questions, I will worry about things and add to my regrets.
But none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun, the maid of the first emperor, was a thousand people.
Fifty years seems like a palm, wind and dust, filling the world, obscure the Imperial House.
Liyuan’s brother is scattered like smoke in there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.
I seem to hear dead grasses rattling on the cliffs of Qutang, there are man-size trees by the Emperor’s Golden Tomb
At the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising, the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased
And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair!
Suddenly, don’t dance lightly and make a sharp turn, playing a foil blue figure and pouncing on Shi Min like a surprise.
Mo Qingwu’s figure is reflected in the pupil of Shimin, a flint, from small to large!
"Hey!" Shi Min tilted his head slightly, and the blade passed over his sideburns and cut a strand of hair!
That was close!
A recruit can’t succeed. Don’t dance lightly. It’s also a rapid move. Swing a sword and stab Mo Yuan’s sword. If it’s frosty, it will be a little chaotic and stab Shimin alongside of.seem.
Shi Min didn’t panic and dodged one by one!
"There is an assassin!"
"Hurry up and catch the assassin!"
"take it!"