Ye Li was not the only one who felt this way. When the music started, Xiao Shao, who was sitting alone in front of the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the lonely girl playing music.
After the first few paragraphs, Jiang Ruan slowly moved, and the red dress was like a spirit that fell into the mortal world, the most evil, but also the most beautiful. Spinning, tiptoeing, raising arms, kicking feet. Everything she did was beautiful, all moving, and vivid, making people stare at it.
Everyone gradually put away their contemptuous eyes, unable to hide the surprise in their eyes.
It was decades of forbearance and sorrow, the premature separation of her mother and brother, and she was left alone in the world. It was her father who couldn't wait to replace the scroll entering the palace with her portrait and sent her to the bottomless palace.
It was that the warm and considerate lover came to rule the world one day, but it was her who became the evil woman who brought disaster to the country. It was her younger sister who made her into a human pig, and she watched her young son being molested to death in despair.
She danced sadly, as if she was going to fly back in the wind in the next second. Somehow, it reminded people of the desolate scene in their hearts, and gradually, some people's eyes became sore.
After the slow dance, the whistle in her mouth sounded urgent, like a golden sword and iron horse stepping on the sand, with a bloody sharpness.
Her movements suddenly accelerated, even so fast that some people could not see her movements clearly, but felt that the red dress was like blood, and it was amazingly beautiful under the moonlight. And the music was passionate, and the sound was like crying.
It was the extreme pain of sadness that turned into unforgettable hatred, it was the wronged ghosts crawling out of hell to come to the people who owed their lives. It was the viciousness of not letting every evil person go, and it was to stand on the top and look down on the indifference of all living beings.
The moonlight shone down, shining on her crystal-like face. Her eyes were amazingly bright, without a trace of smile, only deep indifference and irony. Like Shura, but also like a god. Like a demon, wanton to all living beings.
The music of revenge was still playing, and the dance of revenge was still going on. This dance had already made everyone feel frightened. They had never seen a person dance so beautifully, so beautiful that it was scary.
It was as if she was the person in the song, carrying hatred and wanting revenge, even if it cost everything, even if she entered hell again, she would drag people to be buried with her. Her life, however, was squandered as if it didn't matter. This was a demon born for revenge.
The affectionate children's words, gratitude and resentment. Suddenly changed to be majestic, and the warriors went to the battlefield. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the vastness of the world follows the flying.
A flock of noisy birds suddenly saw a lone phoenix. Climbing up is impossible, losing power is a thousand feet strong.
[You have two ears, but you have not listened to the bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying playing, she stood up and sat aside. She pushed him away and stopped him, her clothes wet with tears. You are so talented, don't put ice and charcoal in your heart!]After the song ended, the red dress dancing in the wind suddenly tightened, and she looked up, her long black hair was as beautiful as silk in the moonlight. Her face was charming and enchanting, and her upturned eyes slid over Jiang Susu, and she stretched out her hand to her neck and made a beheading gesture.
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Part 1: A Dream Within A Dream / Rebirth of Ill Fated Concubine
Ficción GeneralA Dream Within A Dream / Rebirth of Ill Fated Concubine Summary: Jiang Ruan, the eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, was sent to the palace as a chess piece and fell in love with the gentle and elegant Eighth Prince. Who knew that when the pal...