Chapter 49 The Glory of the Fourth Dancer

Let's say that Li Si had a big banquet to entertain Yao Jia, with Meng Tian as his companion.Because of the stimulation just now, Yao Jia was unavoidably depressed and his expression was wandering.Seeing that Yao Jia was absent-minded, Li Si was not in a hurry to get to the point, but just tried to persuade him to drink. After drinking for three rounds, Yao Jia slowly became excited and began to enter the state.Even so, Yao Jia didn't talk much, and most of the time it was Li Si who chatted irrelevantly by himself.As a professional lobbyist, Yao Jia has always believed that good steel is used wisely. Usually, he can always keep silent and use his eloquence for small talk, which not only wastes time, but also damages vitality.

After drinking another cup, Li Si laughed and said, "Although good wine is good, it must be accompanied by beautiful voice and beauty. Li Si invites music and dancing for Mr. Li Si." Such as hemp.Dozens of stunning dancers filled the hall, their hair glowing brightly and their fragrance wafting, completely unlike any mortals in the world. The dancer smiled shyly and bowed down to Yao Jia Yingying. When she got up again, she suddenly froze, like graceful sculptures, showing various poses. Seeing such a situation, for a moment, Yao Jia had a strange illusion, thinking that he was actually Medusa, the Gorgon in Greek mythology, who could turn people into stone with her eyes.However, he soon realized that it was just a myth, and kept polite restraint, looking forward to the continuation of the drama.

A boy entered with a kite in his arms and placed it in front of the steps.Meng Tian stood up, sat in front of the zither, concentrating for a moment, and then gently plucked the first string with his slender fingers. Just like raindrops sadly parting, musical notes drowned the silence, the delicate and charming dancer who was originally frozen suddenly revived in the music and danced lightly. In the empty and lofty lobby, the playing effect is extremely good.At this time, Meng Tian is no longer the most famous young son of Qin, the grandson of a noble general, he is just a musician who forgets both things and himself, using his magic fingers to release the spirits imprisoned in the zither strings one after another.

And there seems to be a mysterious contract between Meng Tian and the dancer.The sound of the zither is sometimes gentle, like a lover's caress, and the dancer trembles to meet it.Sometimes unfeeling, like a whip whip, let the dancer dodge painfully.Sometimes it is like a gust of wind, blowing the dancer's waist, like wicker floating freely.Sometimes it is like the night, quietly passing through those youthful and plump bodies, making them lazy and sad. The passage of the zither sound gradually slowed down, and the notes rose in a disappearing gesture, over the roof, through the clouds, until they could never be heard again.And the dancers also stopped their bodies, their faces were flushed, they were sweating lightly, their breathing was damp, and their eyes were blurred.

This is the end of the song.Yao Jia was in a daze and couldn't move for a long time.He knew that he was moved and conquered.As for why this happened, he couldn't say.Maybe it's beauty, he thought, music, dancing, beauties, fine wine, everything tonight is only about beauty.It made him want to get drunk immediately and forget about it all. Undoubtedly, for Yao Jia, these feelings are just fragile and cheap momentary emotions, and he cannot allow himself to indulge in them.Li Si did not know him before, so he invited him to a banquet for no reason, so he must have some intentions.He had to wake up and bring himself back to reality.