Rao Tu smiled slightly: "What Madam said is that since she is a woman, she has always regarded her husband and son as her main duty. I am afraid that Rao Tu's subtle tricks will not be considered elegant."

The few women present heard this, and looked at Pei Qingwei from the corner of their eyes, with a playful smile on their faces. Everyone knew that although Pei was deeply favored by Shen Zhu, it was difficult for him to have children.

Wasn't Rao Tu's sentence "Husband and Son" hitting Pei's sore spot?

Pei Qingwei paused and said slowly, "Could it be that girls can only dance for men, and I'm not qualified to wait for a woman?"

Rao Tu hurriedly said: "How dare you, since Madam wants to see it, she will present a song "Red Luo Ru" for Madam."

One person in the room smiled and said, "I heard that "Red Luo Ru" was created by Lord Shen especially for Madam Pei. This matter was well-received in the dynasty, so how could Miss Ratu dance this dance song?"

"The little girl once listened to "Red Luo Ru" when she was in her hometown. The lyrics and songs are so poignant and beautiful, and it tells the story of a woman waiting for her husband to return home. I heard that it was written by Shen Shen for his wife when he was studying abroad. , The little girl admired her so much, she pretended to dance "Red Luo Ru" and dedicated it to the lady." Rao Tu stared at Pei Qingwei's eyes with a calm tone.

Pei Qingwei's face was a little uncomfortable. She knew that the "family lady" that Rao Tu spoke of was not her, but a woman named Xu Heng.

But this is just an unknown past, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the one who sits in the main seat is Pei Qingwei.

The corners of her mouth raised a smile, "Since that's the case, let's dance "Red Luo Ru"."

When the musician came, Pei's maid brought a big red orangutan blanket and placed it in the main hall. Rao Tu looked at the red carpet, and there was a faint sneer in her eyes.

"It is said that the cloth stained with orangutan blood will never fade, so it is called the giant orangutan felt. Madam dances with this blanket, which is a waste of good material."

She stepped on the red carpet and felt a slight pain under her feet. Under the soft fur on the red carpet was a very thin but extremely sharp silver thread, which cut through the skin but did not hurt the bones.

When the music started, she untied several jade belts wrapped around her waist, her body moved with the music of the flute, the jade belts fluttered, and she was like a fairy in the dust.

Pei Qingwei's face changed slightly, she thought that the silver thread in the blanket would ruin her dance steps and make her make a fool of herself in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, Rao Tu didn't seem to be affected at all. The dance is bizarre and charming, which is the only thing Pei Qingwei has ever seen in her life.

Everyone in the hall didn't realize that they were holding their breath. They were amazed by Rao Tu's appearance like a frightening bird and a dragon, but they didn't notice the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes when the sound of the flute whimpered gently.

The lyric sings: "Why does spring come every year as scheduled, but my husband who is far away has not heard from him every year?"

At the end of the song, Rao Tu fell on the blanket, her feet were dripping with blood, and the blood was hidden in the giant red orangutan felt, so no one could see it.

Pei Qingwei's heart surged with murderous intent, but her face smiled brightly and kindly, "Laotu girl really danced, she must be exhausted, right?" She turned to the girl next to her and said, "Hurry up and help the girl into the side hall to rest, good life. look after."

Rao Tu was helped into the inner hall by the maid, only to feel that her body was soft and weak, and her feet gradually lost strength.

She secretly held the Tianjing Point on her right arm, and a burst of tingling spread throughout her body, knowing that the cup of medicinal tea brought by Liu Xing had a seizure.

The maid was casually thrown on a cold couch, and in the smoke stove in the inner hall, a cigarette thread rose straight up, exuding a faint and sweet smell of pear wood. Rao Tu looked at the wisp of smoke quietly, her breathing couldn't shake the slightest ripple.

After a long time, the incense burnt out, the door was pushed open, and a medium-sized scholar entered from the outside.