It’s a rare trip to the famous Zuimenglou. If it’s too shabby, I’d be sorry for myself.
Therefore, Wang Yu waved his hand and asked the steward to serve all Zuimenglou's signature dishes and signature wines to everyone.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
This is the attitude towards life that Wang Yu should have.
Besides, today's new academic master is the host, no matter how many things he orders, he won't be required to pay the bill.
The stage in the center of the downstairs is circular in shape, about two meters high, and is surrounded by steps. On the steps, countless lanterns were placed, illuminating the entire stage and making it brightly lit.
The stage is ten meters in diameter and seems to be made of mutton-fat white jade. There are no gaps and it will not affect the dancer's dancing. Under the illumination of the light, there is a soft white glow.
The sound of silk and bamboo sounded leisurely.
A group of more than a dozen beautiful singing and dancing girls with swallow tails and flat buns, wearing transparent and light clothes, entered the hall as gracefully as birds, singing and dancing.
Each of them has a very charming face and a very graceful figure, dancing like a butterfly. Pairs of white jade-like arms are constantly changing and making various graceful gestures in the soft sound of silk strings, which makes people and gods win over them. The ranks of the beauties, one after another, seemed to be as majestic as the waves, but also as delicate as the waves.
There is a graceful woman with a pure face and white shirt, black silk dyed with ink, and a colorful fan. She looks like a fairy or a spirit, like a water spirit, as if she is coming from a dream. She didn't know when she appeared next to these singing and dancing girls, or it seemed like she was already in that position.
A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror, and the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxes her hands. She holds the fan in her hand, like a pen moving around like a dragon painting a picture, and her jade sleeves are filled with wind, elegant and vigorous.
The sound of music is clear and calm in the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, and the flowing water moves like a dragon and flies like a phoenix.
She deserves to be Ye Wanqing, and she deserves to be called the best dancer in the world. Wang Yu had to admit that the other party definitely had the capital.
Everyone around him, including the fourth prince Huangfu Mingfeng, who was always indifferent to everything, concentrated their energy. From this, Ye Wanqing's demeanor can be seen.
As for the more lecherous ones, such as Liu Yang, who preferred to hang out in brothels, his eyes had become demented at this time, and his saliva had already flowed three thousand miles without knowing when.
This guy didn't know how to pay attention to his own image when he was out. Wang Yu looked away from him in disgust.
As for Zhong Baopeng next to Liu Yang, things are much better. Although he is also looking carefully, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his eyes are still glancing at the little girl Zhang Min not far away from time to time.
In the Zuimeng Tower, wine bottles fell to the ground on the seats everywhere, and the sound of crashing and breaking could be heard in scattered pieces.
It was not because these dignitaries were angry and broke the wine glasses, but because they were so attracted by Ye Wanqing's dancing that they forgot themselves for a moment and did not care about the wine bottles falling to the ground.
But Ye Wanqing on the stage was focused on nothing, not paying attention to anyone's movements, and devoted all her body and mind to dancing.
At this moment, she seemed to be living in her own world, ethereal and happy.
At this moment, she seemed to be living just for herself and dancing.
Her toes point to the ground, her graceful figure turns, her long sleeves dance, pulling countless petals, moving in the air, swaying, and beautiful. Everywhere you move your hands and feet, butterflies dance to understand the beauty of the snow. Rotate several times, jump several times, and dance with water sleeves several times. Eyes like stars, smile like flowers, like an elf.
She is like a white swan flying in the air or a colorful peacock dancing on the ground. Her beauty is so beautiful that no words can describe it.
"Good dance, good dance, beauty, why don't you come and sing with me!" A drunken voice suddenly sounded from not far away.
"I don't know how much I drank, but I ended up like this!" Wang Yu couldn't help but secretly thought.
If this person hadn't drank so much, he might not have dared to be so arrogant in Zuimenglou, and he was even so arrogant towards Ye Wanqing, the signature of Zuimenglou. Ye Wanqing, as a signboard in Zuimenglou, could not be easily indulged by ordinary people.
You must know that even Wang Yu or Zhao Kuangwei would not stage such a scene in Zuimenglou. Although they are not afraid of each other, there is no need to provoke such an enemy for nothing.
"It's him!" An inaudible voice suddenly sounded next to him, but Wang Yu, who had always been paying attention to Bai Ruolan, still heard it. And Bai Ruolan has always been in Kyoto, so it is normal for her to recognize some people in Kyoto.
Wang Yu looked at Bai Ruolan doubtfully and gave a questioning look.
After Bai Ruolan noticed Wang Yu's gaze, she answered generously without any concealment.
After all, these two people are almost bound to become a couple in the future, and there is no need to hide some things. What's more, to her, this person now is just a stranger who can be named.
"His name is Lu Chong, and he is the son of Lu Shenmo, the commander of the Forbidden Army. He just returned from training in the border army a few days ago!" Bai Ruolan lowered her voice and said to Wang Yu.
The name "Lu Shenmo" reminded Wang Yu again of the day he first arrived in Kyoto.
Although Wang Yu cannot be said to be suspicious, when he encounters something related to himself, he always wants to think more.
When he first entered Kyoto, he met Lu Shenmo by coincidence. Now, when he came to Zuimeng Tower, he happened to meet Lu Shenmo's son, which made Wang Yu think more.
Of course, after all, Ye Wanqing, the number one dancer in Da Cang, appears today, and there is only one chance to do so in public every year. It is reasonable for Lu Chong to come to Zuimenglou at this time. Therefore, it might just be a real coincidence that Wang Yu met him.
However, Wang Yu thought more about this. Everyone in Zuimenglou was fine, but Lu Chong seemed to have drunk a lot, and he started to ask Ye Wanqing to come up and accompany her in an arrogant tone. It happened that something like this happened to Lu Chong, and Wang Yu couldn't help but think more about it.
Wang Yu really wanted to see where things would go next. If it didn't involve him in the end, then maybe today was really just a coincidence.
But if it ended up involving him, then it would be a bit interesting for Wang Yu and Lu Chong to appear at the Zuimenglou at the same time today. Moreover, some of the people around him are a bit intriguing.
After all, coming to Zuimeng Tower today was an impromptu request at noon, but Lu Chong coincidentally came to Zuimeng Tower on this day. So, how could the people in this school not have any problems at all!
