Like a lonely soul singing, that person is sitting in front of the window with a custom-made white handmade piano in front of him, and behind him is a vast expanse of stars.

The moon hangs in the distance, like a vast back, falling in front of you, bright and bright.

A silver-white tuxedo suit made his figure stand taller and taller, like a phantom outside the world, out of reach.

The moment the door was pushed open, a loud voice echoed in this luxurious room. He seemed slightly taken aback, raised his head, and looked at the door.

The moment Leng Yiyao met his eyes, M suddenly smiled, like a flash of light.

At his fingertips, the timbre became more and more flowing, and the rhythm was clearly a royal waltz, but under his fingers, it was as dazzling as a dazzling galaxy, showing off dazzlingly.

The silver mask covered the upper half of his face, he looked at her and slowly curled his lips.

The silver hair has grown a little since the last time he left, and fell on the shoulders and neck, which complemented the mask.

Under the moonlight, his skin became so white that it was not like a mortal, as if even the flow of blood could be clearly seen through that layer of skin.

The piano's voice was gentle and affectionate, just like the smile on his face.

However, Leng Yiyao felt that when the seemingly bright moonlight really touched it, he realized that it was actually a ghost!

Burning, galloping, uproaring!

She had never looked at M's face with such an expression. One side is cold, and the other side is like magic!

On this long journey, he probably finally found what he was looking for.

She lowered her eyes and smiled suddenly.

The color of his eyes is unpredictable, like a glass of strong wine, which transforms into boundless charm.

M looked at her quietly and couldn't help sighing.

Such a woman, who is only seventeen years old, with seven apertures and a glazed heart, is extremely intelligent, who can match her?

The style of the fingertips suddenly changed, and he changed to a brisk tune halfway.

Downstairs downstairs, the orchestra of the gods just eased into chaos in an instant. They looked around in a panic, and could only change the soundtrack to the sound of the piano. For a time, the entire banquet hall fell into a slight commotion.

Leng Yiyao took a step forward, M turned her head sideways, but quietly looked at the person behind her.

Homer stood there, looking at everything in the room coldly, as if the moment he looked over, his heart was already in his hand.

The sense of shock, not to mention any guest invited today, is the emperor downstairs who has stood on the throne for decades, and he can't match it.

Those dark eyes seemed to be indifferent and without a trace of emotion, any external right and wrong fell into his eyes, and they were buried in an instant, without causing any ripples.

He doesn't need to show his face, really, he doesn't even need to be disturbed by a look, just standing there, he is the king of the world!

At that moment, M was almost blessed, and instantly understood.

It turned out that this was the source of the encounter between him and Leng Yiyao in the coffee shop in the dark night of City D, the top person who came to City D and set off a bloody storm!

Homer was in the dark, quietly looking at the man in front of him whose hands were more and more leisurely on the keys.

In this luxurious room, no matter any extravagant decoration, falling in front of the other party, it is like a pearl covered with dust, and the brilliance is instantly concealed.

That silver hair, under the light and shadow, became more and more scorching, even in the dark, the silver brilliance of his eyes could not live up to it.

When the timbre of his fingertips became more and more violent, he raised his head, like a silhouette carved into the wall, radiant and legendary.

How many years have passed, and have not seen such a face?

Homer suddenly bowed his head and smiled softly. The next moment, Leng Yiyao was instantly embraced in his arms.

The warm body did not push back, it was soft and comfortable, and it seemed that he had become accustomed to the temperature of leaning on his arms.

He lowered his head slightly, couldn't help but leaned close to her ear, and the extravagant smell instantly dissipated in this room.

M looked at it quietly, and suddenly, a beat was missed from the fingertips.

The next moment, it has returned to the past, and the face is as always, indifferent.

Leng Yiyao's eyelashes were like wings, trembling slightly, as if she was chuckling, and at the same time she seemed helpless. "Do you need me to introduce you?"

The person who could intercept her in such a high-profile manner at the masquerade ball held by the royal family, but was not held accountable by the emperor, I am afraid that there is no need for introduction, M has already understood it at this moment. As for Homer…. She chuckled, is there a secret in this world that he doesn't know?

Homer quietly glanced at the joke in her eyes, and his fingertips slowly landed on her collarbone. The sexy arc, a little further down, was already covered by a rose color.

He lowered his head and couldn't help but chuckle.

Silver hair and silver eyes, life is like a dream, he has not seen such a scene in many years....

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of hurried footsteps from the stairs.

Obviously, the royal guards will never sit back and ignore the "uninvited guests" that affect the banquet hall on the first floor.

Sixteen masters in royal guard costumes rushed to the door following the sound of the piano, only to see Leng Yiyao who had just disappeared from the center of the ballroom and another mysterious man in black standing in the center, blocking the position of the piano.

Regardless of the situation in front of them, they bypassed Leng Yiyao and Hemo, and rushed forward. The order "Don't play the piano!" has not yet been issued, but they saw that the piano chair was empty, only by the evening wind. The blown veil was rippling slightly, across the icy piano, there was silence!

All the guards were stunned, as if they couldn't believe it. At the last moment, the piano was still playing music. At this moment, there was no one.

Subconsciously, he rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. It was the entrance to the palace facing the red carpet. The guard was clear and there was no trace.

It's almost like encountering a ghost, not even showing a figure, then who is playing that waltz?

The guards looked at each other in dismay, turned around, and looked suspiciously at Leng Yiyao and Hemo.

It's a pity that when his eyes touched Hemo, he was deterred by the momentum around him. How could he dare to say a word?

Leng Yiyao turned her head and glanced at the empty room. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, M's appearance just now would have been like a phantom.

She chuckled. This time, there were no more figures with scorpion tattoos behind him. Did they disappear, or was he completely obliterated by him?

Looking up and looking at Hemo's twinkling star eyes, she suddenly felt that this time was more interesting.

"Miss Leng." The person standing at the front of the guards pondered for a long time and gathered up his courage, "His Royal Highness is still waiting for you downstairs, do you want to come down with us?"

Inside and outside the palace, no one knows how much His Royal Highness Lu Chen has spent for this concubine selection party. As soon as the opening dance ended, someone took away the dance partner. This kind of thing has never happened since the establishment of the imperial family.

That was the concubine candidate chosen by His Royal Highness Lu Chen!

All the guards looked at Leng Yiyao nervously, and their expressions became extremely respectful unconsciously.

Leng Yiyao turned sideways and didn't speak, just because the embrace became tighter and tighter, someone's hand was clasped around her waist, and even the patella was attached to his. Walk? no problem! It's almost like being picked up by him and walking.

Sure enough, at the next moment, under the stunned expressions of all the guards, Homer seemed to gently lift up a snowflake, and directly picked her up and walked towards the stairs, step by step.

This, this, is this to take Miss Leng down to meet His Highness?

The chief guards were so frightened that their faces turned pale!

Don't say who this man is, if Miss Leng really goes on like this, do you want the royal family's face? Do you still want His Majesty's face? Downstairs, standing at the moment, but the top wealthy nobles in the imperial capital!

"Slow, slow..." The guard at the beginning just said these three words, when Hemo turned around, and the moment when the cold star fell on his face, the man only felt that he had been cut in his heart. With a knife, he fell into the ice cave.

"This, what to do with this!" A panicked voice came from behind, and the man woke up like a dream, causing a cold sweat on his back.

Without caring about anything else, he pulled a young guard and said, "Go to the head guard Lu and report the situation to him!" As the first head guard of the emperor, he couldn't see his whereabouts at all tonight. The head guard of Lu is in charge of all security today. The leading guard had a complicated expression, and he had only had time to warn him, and he had already followed him downstairs, hurriedly running in the direction of Leng Yiyao and the others.

After all preparations, never thought that such a guest would appear!

The sixteen guards were still able to move freely when they were upstairs, but when they reached the crowded banquet hall on the first floor, they were instantly submerged into the crowd. , causing more commotion.

And Frey, at this moment, looked in shock, as if splitting the sea of ​​people, His Royal Highness the Marshal who walked step by step, and Leng Yiyao, who was hugging tightly in his arms, hung in the air in one breath, and almost didn't spit it out .

This, what's the situation?

Public slap in the face?

What does princess hug mean?

When His Royal Highness Lu Chen and His Majesty the Emperor slowly carried Leng Yiyao to the center of the ballroom, slowly pulled up the broken hair from her ear, and gently wrapped her waist, what did it mean?

Here, all the members of the orchestra were dumbfounded.

Just now, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and they were still surprised. Now, this pair of "bi people" are standing in the position where His Royal Highness danced just now. Are they going to be in the original position, change the host, and start another dance?

Not to mention them, even the emperor had a strange expression. For so many years, although Homer has never been eager to see the royal family, formal occasions have finally left room for them, but today, this is not the meaning at all. Could it be that, as Frey said at the time, Leng Yiyao was extraordinary to the marshal?

The emperor's expression was slightly condensed, but he saw the pale face of the son next to him, and for a while, his heart was slightly astringent.

Standing beside the emperor, Lu Chen looked at Leng Yiyao so closely. Obviously, as long as you take two steps forward, you are already within reach, why do you feel so far away?

Obviously at the beginning, he and Leng Yiyao came to the imperial capital together, why, why is she in that person's arms now!

All the guests around, just thought, where is the royal dance tonight, it is an audio-visual feast! It's the kind of unbelievable dream!

The man in black was more than slapping the face of His Royal Highness Lu Chen, he was trampling the dignity of the royal family under his feet.

The key is…….

The next moment, His Majesty the Emperor, who came down from the throne, didn't get angry, let alone wave his hand, and directly asked the royal guards to pull the couple out.

He walked down the golden steps slowly, as if his movements were slightly frozen.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the man in black quietly.

That platinum mask took away all his looks and appearance, but the emperor suddenly smiled gently, and in the surprise of everyone, he bent down slightly, stretched out his hand towards the man in black, and made a social salute.

This, what a condescension this is! Incredible!

But at this moment, saw the man in black with a slight swing of his right hand, actually refused His Majesty's handshake, and glanced directly at the orchestra.

For some unknown reason, these band members were swept away by that glance, and subconsciously raised the instruments in their hands, and without thinking, they played the music directly.

really!

Frey quietly looked at the eerie silence of the audience, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly.

Marshal, you really are here to play...

The music started, the sound of breathing all around, everyone's eyes widened, and they had long forgotten their etiquette, so they just watched quietly, those two people, in this royal banquet hall, circling and dancing!

The crystal chandeliers glittered with diamond-like brilliance, precious and delicate flowers adorned all around, gorgeous and dazzling dresses, roses and black blended together, those two people, spinning, melodious, turning, and merging into one, every movement, Reservation and nobility, elegance and bewitchment, so clearly contradictory, but strangely integrated. It all feels mysterious and novel like a dream, but it is so out of reach. Dazzling, breathtaking,...

Like a passerby, Lu Chen stared blankly in front of him. At this moment, he lost his soul and the look in his eyes disappeared....

It turned out that after thinking about it for so long, in the end, it was all in vain...

The emperor beside him suddenly clasped his arm quietly.

When Lu Chen looked at it, his father's face was calm, as if calm and unwavering, the same as usual, only he understood how heavy the force on his arm was, it was as heavy as a thousand nails!

Leng Yiyao danced with Hemo, her height was much lower than that of Hemo, but when she swayed to the music, everyone in the audience followed her slightly moist red lips, and everyone turned. Don't open your eyes.

It turned out that there is a kind of person, no matter if the sky is falling or the situation is changing, for her, it is just a passing glance.

She doesn't look at anyone, and she doesn't take other people's reactions to heart.

In her opinion, since she jumped, she simply jumped arbitrarily!

A smile flashed in Homer's eyes.

The dance steps under her feet became smoother and smoother, following her rotation, holding her in the palm of her hand.

This woman doesn't care about the world or the scene. No matter how out of control the environment is, in her eyes, it never seems to be able to set off ripples.

The hem of the skirt is rippling, like a delicate rose blooming in front of her eyes. Fragrant and suffocating.

If there were people who felt that the song by Leng Yiyao and His Royal Highness Lu Chen was like a fairy tale and made people yearn for it, then at this moment, the shock is not enough to express their feelings at the moment!

Those present were either wealthy families who inherited a century-old family, or famous families with deep backgrounds. Which one is not the elite?

A person who can make His Majesty the Emperor bow slightly and perform such etiquette, in the entire empire, besides Marshal Hemo, who else is there!

That woman, afraid of saving the entire galaxy, could be so deeply loved by His Royal Highness Lu Chen, but was snatched away in public by the marshal who was never close to women, and hugged him like this!

What does it mean to be too excited to express?

Right now, Liao Sijie is it!

This is simply the final fantasy of all women in the world!

She clasped Rhode's arm tightly, and almost lost her voice: "God! What did I see! I feel like I can't breathe!"

Rhode was still shocked by the truth that the man in black turned out to be the marshal. He heard Liao Sijie's voice in a daze, and turned his head, yes, all the girls in the special class had bright stars in their eyes. It's like a live performance of a spark of fire!

This is an invitation dance, it's so romantic!

Who said that the Marshal does not understand the style, and it can be envied to death in minutes!

"Your classmates seem to care a lot about you?" Homer took the time to glance at the hottest spot, and found a few familiar faces at the Harbour Party last time, and couldn't help but smile.

Leng Yiyao raised her eyebrows and shook her head gently: "No, I'm not concerned about me, but interested in you!"

The expression on Homer's face turned black. If it wasn't blocked by the mask, I'm afraid that there are not many people in the audience who can resist such a full-blown aura!

Interested in him?

Why do you hear these words, so unpleasant, as if he was the prey being stared at?

The low laughter suddenly dispersed from the ear.

Homer lowered his head and looked at her cheeks with a sweet smile, his heart seemed to be smashed into a ball, how could there be time to be angry?

This person, at the age of seventeen, has all kinds of style.Since when did you stop looking away?

He doesn't remember much anymore.When he reacted, he could not wait to hold her hand tightly and shackle her by his side.The palm of his hand is smooth, the eyebrows in front of him, he doesn't want to let go, and he's not ready to let go!

What if the royal family took her as a prospective princess?

The woman he fancy, in this world, who dares to move!