Zhou Wangjing walked out of the Silver Hall. In the square outside the palace, people were no longer willing to just revel in the hall. Under the lanterns, people danced around the fountain, and everyone's faces were filled with happiness and joy. The young gentleman kissed the girl sitting on the squirting lawn, and the children not far away clapped their hands and laughed.

After all, for the vast majority of people in the Holy Capital, in addition to hearing that they had escaped, the disaster in the southern area was more like a distant story for them. They sincerely felt lucky that they could escape from a tragedy.

Zhou Wangjing walked through people's dance steps, recalling the words of the old principal just now, while looking for Bai Qi. She said she was going to change the dance clothes she rented, but it was too long. He still passed a message from a cocktail to find out that she was at Fountain Square.

"Hiss, I don't tell you where it is. Where should I go to find her in such a big square?" Zhou Wangjing looked for a long time and said helplessly.

Why don’t you call him directly? Send text messages, at least it’s easier for him to find, and you didn’t reply to the text messages you gave her.

Just when Zhou Wangjing wanted to call her and ask, she suddenly thought of something and quickly stopped herself.

‘Why, was it because of the boy here invited me to dance? So it was not convenient to reply to messages. Wouldn’t it be a bad thing for me to call?’ Zhou Wangjing scratched his head and looked at the men around him dancing with her waist around her, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more likely.

He thought of his high school, before the name of "Killing God Bai Qi" became famous, his class often lined up with boys in other classes.

For some reason, Zhou Wangjing felt a little upset, but soon he shook his head.

He felt that his mentality should be like the old fathers described in the book, the feeling of depression that the daughter who had been raising for many years ran away from other boys.

"I don't know which brat is so lucky to see my sister's first dance costume." Zhou Wangjing stretched out, sighed and prepared to go back to the sofa in the hall to sit. Some people were a little dizzy after drinking, so they could lie there and sleep.

At this moment, a little hand pulled the edge of his suit. Zhou Wangjing turned around and lowered his head, but saw a child standing behind him with a bright red rose.

Zhou Wangjing was stunned at first, but then he understood.

This is a not-so formal but cute way of invitation. If a girl invites a boy to dance, she can ask such a child to hand him a flower. If the boy accepts the flower, he agrees to the girl's invitation. If he is unwilling to accept it, no one will see the girl being rejected, so that everyone looks good.

For boys, it is a glass of red wine. It is said that this is because girls will be elegant and flushed when drunk, while some boys will not taste very good.

Zhou Wangjing squatted down and was about to politely refuse to leave the child in front of him, but the moment he squatted down, he saw the pair of agave dancing shoes that were gently walking towards him not far away.

The yarn skirt swayed gently with her steps, and below it was a pair of fair and well-proportioned calves, which had just exposed their knees, and they were a bit cute and charming.

Zhou Wangjing stood up and watched Bai Qi walk out of the crowd with beautiful charm. Yingying's waist was tied with a bow tied by a lace belt. The large white snow back was coveted like jade, and the purity was mixed with the charming appearance of a devil.

The wonderful stories have become a burden at this moment, and everyone's eyes are unconsciously looking at this moment. Zhou Wangjing feels these blessings or envy, and is intoxicated by them.

"Is it good?" Bai Qi looked at Zhou Wangjing, tilted his head and smiled.

"There is no one in the world who is more beautiful than you at this moment, Princess Bai Qi." Zhou Wangjing sighed, feeling that this was simply a question that needed no answer.

The girl stretched out her hand to him.

The meaning is obvious, she wants to invite him to dance with her.

"But I can't dance, I'm so ugly that I'll be laughed at with you."

"So, brother, are you going to reject me?" Bai Qi said without any intention of retracting his hand, and tilted his head and grinned his teeth.

The meaning of that smile is very obvious. If you dare to refuse, he will be more beautiful.

Zhou Wangjing scratched his head and stretched out his hand.

"It may step on your feet," he smiled.

Hearing this, Bai Qi unconsciously bent his eyes, and the shallow dimples on his cheeks were exposed next to his tiger teeth.

Then she took a step forward, Zhou Wangjing took her waist and stepped into the center of the crowd with the music and dance steps.

------

"You have taken good care of them over the years." Most of the time in the compartment on the second floor of the Silver Hall, Liang Yuan looked at the boys and girls dancing with their hands outside the window. The boys sometimes clumsyly met the others beside them, while the girls laughed and stuck out their tongues, and then apologized to the offended dancers together.

Of course, no one will be really angry. If you see more, Zhou Wangjing, and even chat and exchange, the atmosphere is friendly and warm.

An old man was also sitting in front of Liang Yuan. His figure was slightly hunched and bloated compared to Liang Yuan, but his face also looked energetic.

If Zhou Wangjing could see who was sitting in front of Liang Yuan, he would be shocked.

Old Bodhisattva Chen.

"What are you taking care of? Are you talking about the small house I rented to them, the one his grandfather had lived in from the northern border of Shengdu to work hard?" Old Bodhisattva Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly: "These two children are much more worry-free than when we were young."

When Liang Yuan heard this, he fell into deep thought when he heard this, as if he had recalled what happened a long time ago, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhou Wangjing is very different from his grandfather, but there is one thing that is exactly the same, that is, his attachment to something... He is too obsessed with joining the foundation, which makes me very curious. What exactly does he want to go in and do? Is it just to be able to get close to the sea Bodhisattva and avenge his mother?" Liang Yuan said softly.

"He is different from his brother. Zhou Wangjing's love for his mother and the hatred after her mother was 'successful' by Hai Bodhisattva are beyond our imagination. Even if it is just to avenge his mother, I think it is completely understandable." said Old Bodhisattva Chen.

"And now he has joined the foundation and also joined the Huangyan political system. Isn't this the situation that the Empress and... you want to see the most? Liang Yuan." Old Bodhisattva Chen sighed and said, looking at Liang Yuan's eyes as if he had already seen everything.

Liang Yuan was stunned at first, but then he smiled, poured a glass of wine for Mr. Chen in front of him, but did not retort.
Chapter completed!