The Beloved Imperial Consort

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

When Zhong Zheng Lin arrived to the main house of Danruo courtyard, Mo Lan apologized and led him to the warm room. in the side palace hall.

He waved his hand and pushed the door open. There were two red candlesticks of human waist's height in the room. The whole interior was illuminated by their dim light. On the place of the seat of honor were only a coach-bed and a long narrow table. On top of them were prepared a space heater and cooked wine.

Mo Lan attended him with the hand-washing. Afterward, she withdrew silently. Zhong Zheng Lin was left alone, lying sideways on the coach-bed while his left hand held a wine cup, taking a tiny sip of the wine.

The man stretched his legs and enjoyed a cup of wine by himself, very patient.

In a quiet hall, a drum beating sounded out very abruptly. It was intense and vivid.

Zhong Zheng Lin's phoenix eyes were shining, until the moment an astounding figure reflected on the screen amid the music. Abruptly, his pupils constricted and his heartbeat stopped.

The woman in the front was attired in a golden dance dress, moving inside in an extremely quick rhythm. She was like first rays of the morning sun that split through the darkness, coming out in all of her splendor.

Her upper garment consisted of a narrow sequined bandeau. Under her navel, a beaded belt with a bell adornment embellished her hips. Her bottom was made up of a long high-slit muslin skirt which partly hid her jade-like legs. The feet that would, from time to time, reveal from the skirt were translucent and bare. Furthermore, a jingle bell bracelet strung on the fair ankle of hers would make a noise with her every move.

Zhong Zheng Lin's eyes seemed to burn with fire as he watched woman's abnormally provocative attire. He stared tenaciously at her enticing face that could be vaguely seen behind the face veil.

Under the black eyeliner, Mu Xi Yao's beautiful eyes were able to take one's breath and make them captivated. Her bright red lips were plump and alluring, able to stir the men's blood-thirstiness and wild nature.

The movements of the little woman's bare feet were accompanied by tinkling sounds of bells. At once, the music began to play.

Her slender waist moved in gyrating fashion, lifting and dropping her hips. The dance was both passionate and overflowing with enthusiasm.

The dancer's uninhibited and free soul was like a little bird that was about to meet a violent storm, a flame that burnt without fear, a free-flowing stream.

This was Mu Xi Yao whom Zhong Zheng Lin has never seen before. She was dazzling and shined in all her beauty. Like a pearl that illuminated a bright light unbridled by any scruple. This kind of woman was the real Mu Xi Yao – so proud and unshackled, so confident there was no room for others to question her.

The woman was seldomly seductive and seldomly provocative. Her smooth and fair legs would, from time to time, peek out from under the muslin skirt. As she danced, her coquettish glances gradually became blurred. Watching her, his heartstring was deeply touched.

Zhong Zheng Lin looked at the vivid figure at the front. He watched her let herself go and dance, drop all the restraints.

In this lifetime, if he couldn't conquer such an unrivaled Mu Xi Yao, Zhong Zheng Lin won't be content.

The man threw away the wine-cup and suddenly rose to a sitting position. His phoenix eyes lit with a bright light that shined like stars.

"Jiao Jiao, come over." The man's voice was deep and carried a spell.