The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing at night. Please take care of yourself. Can we go back early?"

The moon is above the willows, and the flowers and trees are sparse.

On a quiet path west of the palace, the imperial eunuch Cao Bin spoke softly and cautiously.

The tall figure in front said nothing and just walked silently.

His back was full of impatience.

Cao Bin had no choice but to shut up and follow carefully.

During these days every year, the emperor is in a particularly bad mood and has limited patience, and the palace servants serving him often make mistakes.

But seeing the emperor moving forward and arriving at that place again, Cao Bin couldn't help but muster up the courage to say something more.

"Your Majesty, that place is usually deserted and dusty. I'm afraid it will contaminate the dragon's body. Perhaps you should wait until another day and have someone clean it up before..."

"Shut up."

Xiao Yu's two short words were intimidating without any anger.

Successfully silenced Cao Bin.

After passing a section of mottled and faded palace wall, under the dim moonlight, old buildings that have been in disrepair for a long time appear before our eyes.

As we approached, we saw the moss-covered gray stone steps and a half-open door, through which we could vaguely see a dilapidated Buddha statue.

The young emperor stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while.

There was no usual crowd of people following him, only Cao Bin.

The dark green brocade robe was immersed in the hazy moonlight, looking so lonely.

There is also a kind of unexpressable depression and resentment that has been accumulating and hiding over the years, and it reveals itself unrestrainedly in the silent night, which is frightening.

Cao Bin shrank back and didn't dare to follow.

Xiao Yu walked up the stone steps alone.

Lift your foot and step into the threshold.

The action froze.

"My first wish is to be in love with you forever, my second wish is to be in love with you forever, and my third wish is to be like the swallows on the beam, and see you year after year."

A low female murmur suddenly came from inside the door.

As gentle as the night breeze.

The wind carried a stuffy and damp air, the smell of dust from the lonely house, and a faint, bitter medicinal fragrance.

Xiao Yu put his foot down.

It landed silently.

No one was disturbed inside.

So the woman continued to murmur.

"I am a humble servant, and that person is like a flower on a high mountain, like the moon in the sky, beyond my reach. Therefore, these three wishes do not count."

Xiao Yu suddenly recognized the voice.

It also reminds me of the time when I was with this voice.

Soft and white body.

Blurred tearful eyes.

And the gentle humming like tears.

It was her, the palace maid of Concubine Chun. The sky was filled with red clouds and the late cherry blossoms were falling. Her name was Fei Wan.

A surge of anger suddenly surged in Xiao Yu's heart.

The worries and anger that have been rising in recent days are rising.

She has been favored twice, but she is still thinking about someone else?

Gaoling flowers, the moon in the sky, will we meet each other year after year?!

I want to know who made her worry so much!

He took a step forward and wanted to go forward.

But then I heard whispers from inside again.

"...I do not wish for three more wishes. This time, I will only make one. I beg the Bodhisattva to bless you, so that the floods south of the Yangtze River will stop quickly, the people will be saved, and Your Majesty will have nothing to worry about."

"A believer presents a Nuo dance performed in honor of the gods of her hometown, for the Bodhisattva to enjoy."

"If the Bodhisattva finds merit in this believer's dance, please grant my wish!"

The sound of a gentle knock.

Then, all his clothes were taken off.

In this quiet little hall, the sound is so clear.

Xiao Yu stopped again.

The anger in my heart froze, replaced by surprise.

A disrespectful palace maid who has a lover in her heart, makes a wish not for wealth or honor, but to eliminate the flood?

He dared to guarantee that the ministers in the court who talked about the people of the world all day long would not make such a wish before the gods.

The moon rose halfway up in the sky.

The hazy moonlight passed through the empty window without lattices, illuminating the dilapidated Buddha statue obliquely and casting a dark shadow on the ground.

Then, the woman who was hiding behind the Buddha statue and praying also had a shadow on the ground.

A light, delicate shadow.

"Ms. Rongxin, please change into your Nuo opera costume."

She gave her blessing respectfully.

Suddenly, she took off her long skirt.

The loose palace dress fell to the ground.

The figure on the ground became more slender.

A tall chest, round buttocks, and straight and slender legs.

The beautiful figure was lengthened by the moonlight.

From the ground, gradually moved to the wall.

The silhouette of the woman in only a small dress had even clearer lines, which made Xiao Yu's throat tighten.

Then, the shadow moved slowly and put on a dance costume of a special shape.

Bend over and lift your legs.

Every simple action is full of temptation.

"Bodhisattva, please watch the dance."

After bowing again, the slender figure suddenly jumped up and soared into the air.

When he landed, his steps were light, and with a spin, the sound of an ancient bell rose up.

It turned out that the beautiful figure was wearing small bells on her wrists and ankles.

"It is an auspicious day and a good time. The Emperor will be pleased.

Caressing the long sword and the jade earrings, the sound of the jade rings is so clear..."

The wild and simple melody is sung in a woman's soft and melodious voice.

Accompanied by sonorous and vigorous dance moves.

Sometimes she is ferocious and aggressive, sometimes she is seductive and wanton.

At this moment, an extremely strange and shocking scene was formed in this remote and dilapidated little Buddhist temple.

moonlight.

song and dance.

Phantom on the wall.

Xiao Yu held his breath and stared at the dancing silhouettes, feeling as if he had entered a wonderful world.

The turmoil in the government and the dullness in the palace all disappeared at this moment.

Only that shadow and the ringing sound with changing rhythms surrounded him, circled him, and entangled him.

The dance became more and more intense.

The woman breathed rapidly as she jumped.

It made him strangely think of her frowning and tears in the warm fragrance of the brocade tent, and her unbearable moans and gasps.

Xiao Yu has a fever.

Just want to peek more.

The song and dance were drawing to a close.

"The beauty of the beautiful woman, the spring orchid and the autumn chrysanthemum, will last forever..."

The lingering sound lingers around the beams.

The graceful figure suddenly fell to the ground while spinning at high speed, ending the dance.

The bells are silent.

The moonlight was suddenly blocked by floating clouds.

There was nothing left on the wall.

The room turned pitch black, and only the woman's rapid, low breathing could be heard through the sound of a tall Buddha statue, which kept disturbing Xiao Yu's ears.

And his heart.

The moon never appeared again.

The clouds grew thicker, the wind quickened, and the humid air became heavier.

Xiao Yu didn't want to wait any longer.

He took a step and walked towards the back of the Buddha statue.

The sound of footsteps, which were not deliberately suppressed, startled the other party.

"who is it!?"

There were exclamations.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

But it was too late.

Following the emperor's summons, eunuch Cao Bin hurried over carrying a lotus glass cup.

The hall lights up.

The woman hiding in the narrow back hall suddenly appeared before the emperor.

What a picture that is.

She has no clothes on.

No, not without clothes.

But the Nuo dance dress had too little fabric.

The arms and thighs are exposed, but the calves and arms are covered by wide sleeves, and she dances like a butterfly.

The shape of the clothes on the torso is even more bizarre.

There are only two lines.

One runs from the left shoulder and the other from the right shoulder, slanting down, meeting below the navel and converging between the thighs.

Cover up what should be covered up.

But it seems like nothing is covered.

It's red.

Red cloth, white body, long black hair, and a frightened little face.

She sat on the ground with her legs bent, still in a spinning position.

The hastily grabbed palace skirt could not hide her graceful curves.

A few drops of sweat sparkled on the white forehead.

She was like a flower budding with morning dew, trembling slightly, trying to escape from the pickers.

But there is no escape.

"go out."

Xiao Yu waved his hand backwards and strode forward.

Cao Bin quickly left the lamp on the ground, lowered his head and quickly left.

He closed the palace door gently, not daring to disturb them.

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a sharp creaking sound.

The girl on the ground was so frightened that her body shook.

"Your Majesty! Why is Your Majesty here..."

The second half of the sentence was not spoken.

The lips were sealed.

The glass lamp has a dim glow.

Behind the Buddha statue, the wall was mottled, and the shadow of a man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and strong body fell on the frightened figure of the girl.

There was a heavy thunder in the distant sky.

After two days of heavy rain, it finally came pouring down.