The madam of Linglong Pavilion had been waiting for a long time. When she saw the two board the boat, she immediately greeted them with a big smile.

Her smile was radiant, and her eyes revealed a shrewdness and competence.

She gracefully bowed and greeted the guests, her movements skillful and elegant, her manners impeccable.

Then, she straightened her back and led the way, guiding the two into the painted boat.

After entering the pleasure boat, the madam first led Su Jinyun to a special reception area.

The reception area was decorated in a very elegant manner, with several paintings and calligraphies by famous people hanging on the walls. The brushstrokes were either bold and vigorous or delicate and refined, all of which were masterpieces.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet that was soft and comfortable to walk on, with exquisite and intricate patterns that exuded a luxurious feel.

In the center of the room stood a sandalwood tea table, surrounded by several chairs of the same material, all exquisitely carved and exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The madam said softly, "Right Prime Minister, please rest here for a while and wait a moment."

Although this pleasure boat cannot compare to the Right Chancellor's private yacht, it does have some unique trinkets that the Right Chancellor may enjoy at his leisure.

Su Jinyun remained calm and composed, simply nodding slightly to indicate that she understood.

She thought to herself that although she was the prime minister of the court, now that she had stepped into the Linglong Pavilion's painted boat, she should naturally follow the rules here.

Besides, she had no interest in dance or anything like that; it was the decorations and furnishings inside the pleasure boat that piqued her curiosity.

Her gaze wandered around the room, and the exquisite carvings, gorgeous curtains, and unique ornaments all seemed novel and interesting to her.

It's a good time to take a good look while we wait.

Seeing that Su Jinyun had no objections, Qin Qianluo remained calm and silently followed the madam towards Qimeng's room.

Along the way, she took note of the layout and decorations inside the pleasure boat.

The interior of the painted boat was exquisitely designed, with rooms arranged in a staggered pattern and winding passageways, resembling a small water palace.

Before long, the two arrived at Qimeng's room. The madam stretched out her hand, her fingers slender and long, her nails painted with bright nail polish.

A gentle knock was made on the door; the crisp, rhythmic sound echoed within the quiet pleasure boat.

Then, she gently pushed open the door, stepped aside to let Qin Qianluo in, and then quietly turned around, left the room, and gently closed the door behind her. Her movements were gentle and quick.

As Qin Qianluo stepped into the room, she looked around with her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but admire the surroundings.

Although the room was inside the painted boat and the space was not spacious, it was decorated in a unique, exquisite and elegant way.

The furnishings inside are arranged in a well-organized manner, and every detail reveals the designer's ingenuity.

A carved pear wood bed sits in a corner of the room, its canopy hanging gently, embroidered with exquisite floral and bird patterns.

A small dressing table was placed next to the bed, with various exquisite jewelry boxes neatly arranged on it.

In the center of the room was a round, carved table, surrounded by several chairs, similar in style to the one she had just sat on—all simple yet elegant.

She walked gracefully forward and slowly sat down on a carved pear wood chair, her posture elegant and her demeanor graceful.

At this moment, Qimeng had changed into a beautiful dance costume. The costume was brightly colored and made of light and soft material, which swayed gently with her movements, like flowing colorful clouds.

She stood behind an exquisite screen, which depicted a landscape of mountains, rivers, and fields with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception, as if transporting one to a paradise.

Qi Meng's eyes were bright and lively, like twinkling stars in the night sky. She gave a gentle look to the maid beside her.

The maid understood immediately, and with a light flick of her jade-like fingers, she gently plucked the strings of the zither.

A clear and melodious melody, like pearls falling on a jade plate, rang out and flowed slowly through the room, lingering there.

The music was sometimes melodious and gentle, like birdsong in the forest; sometimes passionate and surging, like a waterfall in the mountains; and sometimes soft and gentle, like the whispers of lovers.

Upon hearing the sound, Qimeng moved with light, graceful steps, emerging from behind the screen with an elegant and swaying figure, and began to dance.

Her every movement was light and graceful, like a butterfly in the wind or ripples on water, captivating the viewer and keeping them mesmerized.

Qi Meng's graceful figure resembled a nimble fairy, dancing to the melodious and captivating music.

The melodious sound of the zither is like the clear, flowing stream in the mountains, or the rustling of a breeze through the treetops.

The atmosphere in the elegant room added a dreamlike and graceful touch to her dance, making her steps light and rhythmic.

Suddenly, she nimbly turned around, gracefully approaching Qin Qianluo like a willow branch swaying in the breeze. Their noses almost touched, and their breaths mingled.

Her beautiful eyes were like a clear autumn lake, shimmering and sparkling, their myriad charms capable of drawing one into a beautiful dream.

Then, she gently raised her soft, boneless hand, and the veil, as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as a floating cloud, slowly slid down her cheek like a petal drifting down.

She revealed a face of unparalleled beauty, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

Her skin was as white as snow and as delicate as porcelain; her eyebrows were like distant, lightly drawn ink; and her eyes seemed to hold countless stars, yet also held a deep and tender affection.

Her red lips were luscious and luscious, like the most beautiful and vibrant flowers in spring, breathtakingly beautiful and captivating, making it impossible to look away.

Then, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, like a fluttering butterfly, and took a few steps back. Then, she danced gracefully to the melodious sound of the zither, which was as clear as flowing water.

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