The Consort of the R

Mu Jiu suddenly woke from his dream, his glazed eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity. He opened his eyes to see a bamboo forest outside the window, the green washing away the glaring red in an instant. The ripples in his gaze gradually subsided and...,After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,Lan You was best at playing the guqin, her music was ethereal and dreamy, like fairy music surrounding you, making people calm and focused. However, tonight's music sounded a little unsteady...。