I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

Her delicate fingertips gently swayed the silk string, and the surrounding maids cut off the fragmentary red candle wicks on the nine golden lamps. Only the deep golden light was swirling in the west window's colored glass. Xiao Qiqi seemed to see gold powder in the light, and the lamp flickered from time to time. It shone brightly green, and the silhouette pattern could not be seen clearly. Her eyes were dazzled, and the golden light was a bit enchanting. She turned dizzily to the overflowing teacup on the table.

Yue Ming played the pipa, and Qin Su knelt down next to Xiao Qiqi calmly, mixing tea for her, and whispered: "Princess, please listen to the play, and don't go to see other things."

The hot tea splashed on the back of her hand. She looked at the half-cup of tea as if she was awakened. He tightened Qin Su's sleeves. He held her trembling chubby hand firmly. The warmth in his palm made her see Qin Su clearly. With the bright light in his eyes, he silently picked up half a cup of tea and drank it, feeling cool.

The abnormality in front of her made it inconvenient for her to talk to Qin Su. She could only remember his words and pay close attention to Yue Min's playing and singing.

Liyu Fanglin faces the high pavilion, the new clothes are beautiful and high-quality.

Ying Hu Ningjiao did not enter at first, and greeted with a smile when she left the curtain.

Wu Nong's words were soft and charming, and Xiao Qiqi frowned. There was a sense of joy in suffering and harming the country and the people in her lingering voice, which she didn't like to hear.

Li Fang next door also had a sullen face and threw his tea cup heavily on the table.

The old man Tongzhi buried his head in picking up vegetables to eat, as if he didn't appreciate it.

After Yue Mang sang four lines, he stood up with his pipa in his arms, spinning it under the west window. The curtain slowly opened, and the sound of playing and singing became more mellow and true.

The face of the enchantress is like a flower with dew, and the jade tree flows into the backyard.

She seemed to be forgetting herself in singing, her coat fell off, and the red candle lit up behind her. Xiao Qiqi saw a picture gradually appearing on the wall. The pipa in her arms also surged with her steps, and the sound echoed throughout the lake in an instant. Heart tower, even the tea cup is shaking with light.

Turning from song to dance, the train of her skirt crossed the red carpet curtain, and the golden embroidered evening primrose was extremely dazzling. She flung up her shawl and penetrated into the depths of the mural. The candlelight was bright, and Xiao Qiqi saw the red brick and green tile pavilion above. pavilion.

She put down her pipa, turned her back to Xiao Qiqi and the others, with her red shawl hanging down, and walked towards the depths of the mural, as if she wanted to merge with the carved beams and painted buildings in the painting, while the maid in the darkness sprinkled petals.

Her steps are frivolous, she bends her waist and throws off her shawl, and her lyrics are sad and repetitive.

Flowers do not bloom and fall for a long time, and the ground is full of red and silent.

Like light smoke, she danced to the center of the stage. The pavilions and pavilions on the mural behind her were burning in the raging fire, with red faces and bones and mourning victims everywhere. Her plain skirt was stained with fallen flowers, as if she had fallen into that bloody storm. In her dream, she reached out and looked sideways at the last mural, one step, two steps, just as she was about to approach the darkness.

All the red candles in the room were lit, illuminating the entire wall.

The carved railings and jade carvings turned the beautiful lady into a beauty with withered bones and a handful of charred ashes. It was like a history from prosperity to decline. She glanced at it until the end, and her mind returned to the painting in Meng Hui's home a few days ago.

The primroses are deep, the bright moon is high, and the goddess is always shining, just like before your eyes.

It seems that this is a Hongmen banquet.

The old man who knew me was the first to shout loudly, "Miss Yuemang, do you know what song this is?"

There was a charming smile on Yue Mang's face, ""Flowers in the Backyard of Yushu""

Tongzhi glanced at Xiao Qiqi and his face became serious, "This poem has always been regarded as the sound of national subjugation, don't you know?"

He didn't know that Yue Mang actually dared to play and sing this song in front of the princess, although it shocked him deeply.

Yue Ming faced Xiao Qiqi with a somewhat arrogant tone, "This poem was specially prepared for you by the slave family. Are you satisfied with it, princess?"

The mahogany floor was so bright that her reflection looked like a lonely soul floating on the water.