All the music and dances for the birthday banquet of Lord Luo had been settled, and the musician left after he had taught Ye Futian the songs he was assigned to play. The steward also repeatedly told him some dos and don'ts for the next day.
Ye Futian was left in the palace to rehearse with a group of girls. Their figures and facial features were all top-notch, especially the leader. She was about eighteen-years-old, extraordinarily sexy, but with a face full of the youthfulness of a younger girl. When she was dancing in that dress made of chiffon, it was possible for any man to fall in love with her.
Ye Futian kept his head low while playing the song. A sweet and charming voice suddenly spoke. "Why don't you raise your head?"
A gorgeous face soon appeared in front of him. He smiled and replied, "You are so charming that once I see you, I feel distracted."
"You do know how to compliment girls," she chuckled. Her skirt swung onto the guqin.