The clear, secluded sound of bamboo music sounded, and the lovely dancers freely unleashed the grace of their figures.
"Lord Yang, come, come, drink!"
Sha Pingchuan called Yang Zhengshan over to drink.
Yang Zhengshan raised his wine glass. "Many thanks for your hospitality, my lord. This subordinate is truly honored beyond measure."
The two drank and chatted merrily.
Speaking of which, Yang Zhengshan was not exactly a very talkative man. If you asked him to expound on grand principles, he could pour them out basket after basket, but if you wanted him to be witty and humorous and liven up the atmosphere, then he was finished.
Sha Pingchuan, however, was good at this sort of thing. Even though Yang Zhengshan felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart, under his warm hospitality, he still felt extremely at ease, without the slightest restraint.
After three rounds of wine, the bamboo music gradually stopped, and the graceful dancers stopped with it.
"Yulu, come here!"
Sha Pingchuan summoned over the dancer who had led the dance.
"Yulu pays respects to Dad, pays respects to Lord Yang!"
Yang Zhengshan froze!
Dad!
This was Sha Pingchuan's daughter?
How was that possible?
It was common enough for official families to keep singers and dancers, and it was also normal for young ladies of great clans to learn the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But whose family would let their young lady dance for guests?
A well-bred young lady did not leave the main gate or step beyond the inner gate, and in ordinary times, even meeting outside men required observing all kinds of rules, let alone dressing like this to dance!
Yang Zhengshan looked in some astonishment at the dancer standing before him.
After one dance, the girl named Yulu had shed quite a bit of sweat; on