These innocent men are indeed superb. Various musical instruments play beautiful music in their hands. Ordinary Tang people are amazed by such performances. However, for Li Chunfeng, he doesn't even take the Spring Festival Gala seriously, so how could he be more interested in these playing?

The food was served, and the three of them enjoyed the performance on the stage below while eating and drinking tea.

Seeing Li Chunfeng's bored look, Sun Simiao put down the tea in his hand and said, "Li Lang seems to have something to worry about?"

Li Chunfeng shook his head and said, "This Huancai Pavilion is just like this. Is Sun Weng a little exaggerated?"

After hearing Li Chunfeng say this, Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang were surprised. You know, the girls in this Huancai Pavilion are all beautiful and skillful. These people enjoy the treatment of stars like stars on weekdays. Why did they become vulgar fans when they arrived at Li Chunfeng?

"Hahaha, Li Lang's taste is indeed very good." Sun Simiao smiled awkwardly.

Another ancient music sounded, the performance from the audience continued, and the three of them were having lunch quietly on the upper floor.

It seems that except for the beauty on the horseback in the morning, Li Chunfeng was not interested in everyone else. The singing girl performed in the audience was like a sudden change in Li Chunfeng's eyes. Finally, with a commotion in the hall, the most mysterious singing girl "Yu Niang" in Huancai Pavilion took the stage to perform.

This commotion naturally aroused the idea of ​​Li Chunfeng upstairs. He turned his head and looked down at the audience and saw a pair of musicians coming out from the backstage.

These musicians came to the stage with various instruments in their hands and skillfully stood on both sides of the stage. Obviously, in the following performance, they were just supporting roles.

During the commotion, a pale yellow figure walked from the backstage to the stage.

But I saw this woman's light yellow gauze dress lightly between her arms, a yellow gauze skirt, a strapless breast and body, a slender waist exposed, a light body, a flying bun on her head, a red plum blossom ornament on her eyebrows, a white snow-cold look, a pearl and a crimson lips, and holding a cold light sword in her hand, slowly walked onto the stage.

Other singing girls played musical instruments, but the performance brought by this girl was a sword dance.

There are two things that literati and poets from ancient times to the present, which are inseparable from pen and sword. The pen is the heart of literati and the liver of the ink scholars. The sword is the soul of literati and the soul of heroes. The Tang Dynasty was particularly martial, so it was more respected for sword dancing.

Accompanied by the cheers of the audience, Li Chunfeng upstairs couldn't help but get lost in his beautiful eyes, especially the beauty mole on the lower right side of the small mouth, which made Li Chunfeng remember it vividly.

Isn’t this person the beautiful lady in the morning? For a moment, Li Chunfeng was a little stunned.

Suddenly, she was happy and saw her leaping, like a celestial girl flying in the sky. The tip of her sword raised, drawing an arc in the air, and the silk between her arms floated like a rolling cloud; she was happy and excited, and the sound of the drums were scattered, like rain hitting duckweed, Huo Xiaoyu's figure was whirling, like a dragon, but she saw silver light shining, and the sword shadow flashed, and no figure was seen. She slid, and the clouds rolled in the rain.

Huo Xiaoyu's soft figure, coupled with the softness of the long sword, showed an unimaginable artistic beauty. For a time, no one in Huo Xiaoyu's performance was right.

"Smack it..."

A warm applause came, and the audience's audience was not stingy with his wallet and threw the pieces of silver onto the stage.

"good."

"Yu Niang! Let's dance again!"

Praise came one after another, and the entire Huancai Pavilion was completely boiling.

Huo Xiaoyu looked calm when she smiled and bowed to her salute, then she wanted to walk backstage.

"Hey! You are Huo Xiaoyu?" Suddenly, an impolite voice came from the audience.

Huo Xiaoyu frowned slightly and turned around, but saw several people standing up from the seat below the stage.

"I wonder what advice do you have for these men?"

I saw the man in the leader wearing brocade clothes and robe, about thirty years old. At this moment, his eyes looked at Huo Xiaoyu with some voluntary advice: "Give me advice? Humph, I just want to tell you that from today on, you are my person. Come and take her back!"

"yes!"

With a command, several of the middle-aged man's subordinates immediately rushed over with Huo Xiaoyu on the stage.

Huang Tianhuan was in the sun, and the emperor didn't expect anyone to do something like "forced robbery of a civilian girl", and the other audience members were in a panic.

"What's your background? You dare to steal people from Huancai Pavilion!"

"That's right, aren't you afraid of the Tang Dynasty's laws?!"

...

Condemnation sounded one after another, but the middle-aged man ignored it. He just stared at Huo Xiaoyu on the stage. In a blink of an eye, the subordinates had already rushed to the stage.

Huo Xiaoyu's sword dance was good, but it was not just a fancy way. Seeing a few people rushing towards him, Huo Xiaoyu shook his wrist and immediately became defensive.

For a moment, the sword lights on the stage were so loud that those people could not get close to each other.

The middle-aged man didn't expect Huo Xiaoyu to resist. He frowned and walked on stage to fight Huo Xiaoyu himself.

On the other side, Huo Xiaoyu was calm in dealing with the waste men, but when the middle-aged man joined, Huo Xiaoyu's seemingly threatening sword technique seemed to be a flower. The middle-aged man did not blink, avoided Huo Xiaoyu's sword shadow and came to Huo Xiaoyu in an instant.

"Bang!"

"clang!--"

The middle-aged man's palm suddenly grabbed Huo Xiaoyu's wrist. Huo Xiaoyu felt his hand soft and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. Huo Xiaoyu no longer had the ability to resist.

"Oh, what's going on?"

At this moment, a group of people rushed out of the backstage, and the middle-aged woman led was the madam in Huancai Pavilion.

When the madam saw Huo Xiaoyu in the middle-aged man's hand, she hurriedly said, "This man, fighting and killing, hurts the harmony. Let's have something to say, don't hurt our Yu Niang."

There were a few turtle slaves beside the madam. They were holding weapons such as shoulder poles, rolling pins, etc., and they were in a stance of fighting.

"Yes, I'm almost letting go of Yu Niang!"

"If you don't let Yu Niang go, don't even want to walk out of Huancai Pavilion!" The other guests also shouted.

The middle-aged man seemed to be on the target of public criticism, but there was no panic on his face. He took out a contract-like thing from his arms and said, "Madam, please show me clearly. Huo Xiaoyu's contract is in my hands. I will deal with her as much as I want! Even the Jade Emperor cannot interfere!"

The appearance of this contract was beyond everyone on the field's expectations.

"Langjun, how could Yu Niang's contract be in your hands?"

Huo Xiaoyu said angrily: "Don't believe him! The contract in his hand must be fake!"

"Fake?" the middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I won this contract openly from Li Yida! Do you think it's fake?"

As soon as he tried his hand, Yu Niang couldn't help frowning. It was obvious that the middle-aged man had hurt Huo Xiaoyu.
Chapter completed!