Thickened fragrance is better than the wine: The young peach waits, as promised…"
The light muslin curtain separated the audience from the singing and dancing.
The red light hung high and the fragrance wreathed around it.
Qi Xia lay on the grand couch on one side, the white jade bone fan swinging in his hand. He squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in red on the stage as she sang faintly. The dancer beside her twisted her lithe and graceful figure, her veil swaying with her every move.
The Qin Music Hall was the most famous music troupe in the imperial city of the Longxuan Empire, and it belonged to the Qilin Family. As the most promising successor of the Qilin Family, Qi Xia had not been here much, but for some reason, he suddenly came here today and quietly listened to a song.
"Little Third." The manager of Qin Music Hall respectfully waited on one side.
