With a shy Yingying smile, there are indeed few men in the world who can resist Shang Xiufang's charm.

At this time, the music suddenly changed, and Shang Xiufang, who was dressed in plain yellow robe and light green shawl, started singing and dancing unexpectedly by everyone.

There is no makeup on her beautiful face, but her brows are as bright as day, which is a thousand times more beautiful than any heavy makeup. The hibiscus is extremely gorgeous, without any hairpins, and the hair is just casually pulled up on the head, which is faintly visible.

The water is so pure and beautiful that it is intoxicating.

Shang Xiufang's lips parted slightly, and her beautiful singing voice echoed in the living room, extremely melodious.

"Tears wet Qiluo, and the young master has been owed a lot of kindness. At that time, the sisters knew clearly that they should not express their sincerity to him. After thinking about it carefully, how can I explain it with indifference and knowledge?"

Shang Xiufang's singing voice has a kind of indulgence, laziness, and dark sadness, which is unique and mysterious. It has an unparalleled Qingqi sentiment. There is no fault in her vocal skills, and she has a moving expression.

, who can not be moved by it.

"The bridal chamber is deep, empty and quiet, and the body and mind are filled with loneliness. When you come, you must pray to stop falling in love when you are young. Make up evenly, and have less dealings, just because the five tombs are insignificant. Snow on the chest, I am afraid of being bitten by you. It's worth a lot of money to buy a smile."

Her melodious and melodious singing brought everyone present into a strange realm where there was only music. Her melodious and alluring voice, through different singing tones, presented something rich and elusive. The smell, the low-level sad feelings, are like a surging ocean tide, completely submerging everyone's hearts.

Hou Xibai nodded frequently, patted his thigh gently with his palm, and kept time, very relaxed. He was proficient in music and had a very high level. He had reached the sound of nature. Naturally, he could hear the details that others said they couldn't notice. Shang Xiufang's The singing and dancing are indeed amazing, not inferior to Shi Qingxuan's flute sound, which can be regarded as a state of excellence.

The song ended. The music stopped suddenly. There was silence. After a long while, the whole audience burst into thunderous applause and unconsciously began to praise and cheer.

Wang Shichong had a look of wonder on his face, smiled while stroking his hands, and asked Shang Xiufang.

"Everyone, this song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world. I wonder who wrote this song?"

Shang Xiufang lowered her head lightly, revealing her slender pink neck as graceful as a swan, without any hint of pride, and answered softly.

"Master Shangshu, please don't laugh. This song was composed by me."

Wang Shichong nodded when he heard this, without showing any surprise, and responded in agreement.

"I have guessed it a long time ago. It just needs to be confirmed by everyone Shang! If it is well-deserved, everyone Shang please come to the table."

After Shang Xiufang thanked her, she walked to the seat reserved for her by Wang Shichong and sat down. Sitting next to her was the heroic and unruly Kou Zhong. At this time, he was no longer as bold as before. He was at a loss and lowered his head. He glanced at Shang Xiufang, obviously he was attracted by the beauty.

Hou Xibai bit off the last candied haws, and the crunching sound was so harsh that people couldn't help but stare at it again. Hou Xibai didn't care, and threw away the empty bamboo stick in his hand, and took out the paintbrush and various paints from his arms. He planted painting tools, then took out the Baimei fan from his waist, and pushed the delicacies on the desk. With a jingling sound, he opened the Baimei fan and placed it on the desk.

Wang Shichong and others all looked at Hou Xibai who had made such a fuss, and a bit of surprise flashed in their eyes. What kind of trouble was this?

General Hou Xibai dipped his brush full of colored ink, splashed the ink, and painted vigorously. Dressed in a plain yellow robe and a light green shawl, he danced gracefully, with elegant posture, graceful figure, elegant temperament, beautiful appearance, lazy charm, and soul. Free, lifelike, and lifelike.

The eyes of everyone around moved back and forth between Shang Xiufang and the portrait, making comparisons. They always felt that Shang Xiufang in the portrait was more exciting than the real person sitting in the hall at this time. She seemed to have a soul, attracting everyone's attention. I couldn't bear to look away.

Shang Xiufang stood up, moved lightly, and walked to Hou Xibai. She lowered her eyes and looked at the portrait on the fan. A hint of surprise flashed in her starry eyes. She couldn't help but be fascinated. She actually had such a charming charm that she couldn't bear it. Look away.
Chapter completed!