Seven Hundred and Two: Fairy Jump (2)

His lord is a woman, where would he like a group of beauties singing and dancing?

The food table in front of him was filled with delicious food and wine, as well as some very good-looking dried fruits, which were hard to find in the north.

Jiang Pengji was eating dried fruit like a squirrel, when she heard the footsteps of more than twenty women outside the tent.

The tent opened, and red-dressed dancers in Qing Yishui, accompanied by the fragrance of orchids, filed in, making the entire handsome tent brighten up.

Fragrances are added to the lamp oil, and when burning, the bronze lamp emits a strange fragrance.

In such an atmosphere lingering in fragrance, the graceful and thinly dressed red-dressed dancer dances with the accompaniment of her companions, stepping on the elegant and melodious silk and bamboo orchestral tunes. The audience screamed even more, like a gathering of hungry wolves. The content of the barrage has become another style of painting, and the rewards are pouring in like flowing water, full of enthusiasm.

【Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty】: Didn't everyone say that the ancients were not good-looking? Face slap—I thought modern aesthetic standards were already very high, but now watching the live broadcast room, I realized that classical beauties are classical beauties, not comparable to Internet celebrity faces, and they are highly recognizable.

[Chen Ajiao]: You shameful face control dogs, shouldn't the focus be on music and classical dance?

Jiang Pengji's identity is a nobleman, but the audience in the live broadcast room knows that she doesn't like luxury and prefers to be pragmatic.

This also led to years of serialization in the live broadcast room. The audience saw few banquets, but the quality of each one was extremely high.

According to the audience, many people regard the recording and broadcasting videos of those banquets as their standard, and 100% restore the ensemble music in it.

Some local tyrants even set up an ancient music festival with their own pockets, and it has been held for four times now.

Driven by the popularity of the live broadcast room, Huaguo has set off a retro trend in recent years, and young people have also begun to pay attention to ancient culture.

Jiang Pengji knows the importance of civilization to the inheritance of a race, as long as the impact is positive, she will be happy for them.

Some people are highly enlightened, but more people are ordinary beauty-controlling dogs, and beauty is the most important thing.

They could tell that these dancers were carefully raised, and they should be the private song and dance troupe in the backyard of dignitaries.

The appearance of each dancer is very high, with beautiful facial features, slender figure, muscles like creamy fat, and waist like spring willow.

Even if it is not considered beautiful and glamorous,

That is also a rare beauty.

All the beauties in red clothes danced in the tent, their eyes flickered, their gazes glowed brightly, making people's hearts itch.

Jiang Pengji held the wine bottle in one hand, and propped the food table up to her chin in the other, squinting her eyes slightly, looking at those dancing girls, as if fascinated.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that her eyes have been fixed on the lead dancer, and her eyes move accordingly, scorching like fire, with a blazing temperature under the calm appearance, as if to burn through that person's dance clothes. inspect her body...

Xu Pei noticed Jiang Pengji's appearance, and smiled secretly, young people are young after all, how can they resist the temptation of beauty?

He thought that the other party was a young man with a clean mind and excellent restraint, but now he saw that he was a prudish one.

Yang Si, who was sitting in the row behind Jiang Pengji, sweated secretly when she saw her back and tilted head posture.

My lord, no matter how much you like Miss Sister, you don't have the tools to commit crimes. Do you still remember your real gender?

"These dances are very unique." Jiang Pengji woke up from the state of ecstasy, and said to Xu Pei with a smile, "Beautiful dances are more beautiful than people."

It really is enthusiasm!

"It's just a dancer raised by the family. If you like it, you can pick one and take it home. I will give it to you as a brother."

Among the gentry, not to mention sending backyard singers and dancers, even exchanging concubines is an elegant thing.

Jiang Pengji's expression moved slightly, a little moved, but she restrained herself.

"Why is this so embarrassing? Looking at their appearance, I think it took a lot of effort to train them. It's so expensive, I can't afford it."

Xu Pei said to the leading dancer, "No winks, go over and pour wine for Liu Xiancheng."

The dancing girl bowed profusely, stretched out her delicate and boneless hands, and poured a glass of wine for Jiang Pengji.

The distance between the two was not far away, and Jiang Pengji could smell her fragrance, so she asked casually.

"What spices are used? It smells so good."

The dancer girl blushed and said shyly, "I never use spices on my body, this is the body fragrance I was born with."

Yang Si's expression became more rigid, he was wrong, he shouldn't have followed.

On such an occasion, it would be more appropriate for Feng Zhen, a prodigal son, to come here. He is best at dealing with these Yingying Yanyans.

"Natural body fragrance?" Jiang Pengji approached slightly, sniffed, and saw the dancer's slender, fair neck and delicate collarbone. The roots of the ears are soft.

"Sure enough, she is a beauty, even the fragrance is different."

"Liu County Prime Minister praised it."

"Do you know other dances?" Jiang Pengji asked her.

The dancer whispered, "Yes."

Xu Pei, the "old bustard" pulling the red line, clapped his hands, the music that had just fallen played again, and the leading dancer returned to the team.

Jiang Pengji said, "The dance and music are very novel, and they feel very different from those in the north."

Xu Pei smiled and said, "The north is rough and bold, while the south is gentle and carefree. The styles of the two are naturally different."

"Brother Xu has done a lot of research on this...I often hear how talented Brother Xu is, and it is rumored that he is the reincarnation of the Wenqu star in the sky. Unlike my younger brother, he didn't like reading since he was a child, and he didn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Wooden head, seven orifices cleared six orifices - nothing. My little brother thought to himself, if brother Xu has such attainments, my father would not have to sigh every now and then, training again and again..."

Jiang Pengji looked disappointed, like a frustrated teenager.

Where did Xu Pei believe this?

But he is also a fine individual, so naturally he won't expose Jiang Pengji's "modest" words.

Under Jiang Pengji's deliberate guidance, the topic of Xu Pei and her gradually moved to the field of art.

Xu Pei also lived up to Jiang Pengji's praise. This person looks young, but he has a lot of knowledge in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The audience lamented that if Xu Peisheng was a well-rounded artist in their time, who would be popular in China as soon as he was reported, good-looking and proficient in the four arts of a gentleman, such a character set by Tom Su would definitely be loved by countless little fans If you want to be popular, you can't do it if you don't want to be popular. It's a pity that Xu Pei was born in the wrong dynasty, and was born in a clan like the Xu family. Those skills can only be used in his spare time.

While chatting happily, Xu Pei glanced at the picture scroll in Yang Si's hand, and asked casually.

"Is that painted by Brother Xian?"

Jiang Pengji showed just the right expression of embarrassment, "My father often scolded me, saying that my younger brother is not good at learning, and the graffiti works of a three-year-old child are better than my younger brother's drawings. The younger brother was not convinced, and found the paintings of Mr. Yuan Jing's Gaotu, intending to take them back and copy them for study." , Maybe I can learn something from it, so that my father can avoid reprimanding me twice. It makes brother Xu laugh. Jingrong, why did you bring this painting out?"

In the last sentence, Jiang Pengji said it a little embarrassingly, and the audience in the live broadcast room ordered countless "666" for her. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: