At this time, Mr. Chen walked up at the right time, looked around, and smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Meng Li and Mr. Luo Yan, for giving us such a wonderful liquid mixture. Now, the dinner is only halfway through. Please enjoy the singing and dancing time!"
As soon as the words were finished, the symphony orchestra in the square outside the gate played the music. This time, these musicians were willing to play and the melody became brighter.
If such an outstanding genius tutor attends the dinner, their music is finally appreciated by someone, not as playing the piano for cows.
As the music was so melodious, Chen Qinglian stood up, raised his slender hands gently, looked at the boy in front of him, and smiled and signaled.
"Uh!" Sun Yan was stunned, and then he realized that he was inviting him to dance, and a bitter feeling suddenly appeared on his face.
Grandma, I can do anything else, but I really can’t dance! Sun Yan complained secretly. He was born in poverty and even had no chance to continue eating when he was a child. How could he have the opportunity to learn to dance?
Going closer, Sun Yan whispered: "Sister Chen, let's just dance, I won't."
"You can't?" Chen Qinglian's beautiful eyes widened and then smiled, "No, you can learn it. Come on, I'll teach you my sister."
"This..." Sun Yan was a little helpless. He saw that Chen Qinglian was smiling with bad intentions.
Next to him, Butler Chen also echoed: "Mr. Luo, dancing is a necessary social means, and this is something you must learn. The lady is a master of this, so you can ask for advice." As he said that, Butler Chen looked at Sun Yan with a smile, as if he was so happy to see him and Chen Qinglian's relationship.
However, based on Sun Yan's understanding of this old guy, he felt that Butler Chen wanted to see him make a mistake and severely smite his self-confidence.
There was no choice but to nod, Sun Yan nodded and said dryly, "Then I'll trouble Sister Chen."
Chen Qinglian smiled, held hands with him, walked hand in hand to the center of the hall, and the eyes of the people around him bet together, looking forward to the wonderful dance steps of the two.
In front of everyone, Sun Yan's face was bitter, and he let Chen Qinglian lead him, moving his steps step by step, his movements were as stiff as a puppet.
Seeing this, the guests present couldn't help but laugh with kindness, and they all thought it was very interesting to see this genius boy making a fool of himself. Some people secretly praised him. It was indeed a genius who devoted himself to the mixing and learning, and he was focused and did not even understand the most basic social dance steps.
With one hand, he gently hugged Chen Qinglian's slender bee waist and felt the amazing elasticity of the girl's delicate body. Sun Yan was a little dry and had to follow Chen Qinglian's steps at all times. It was really a double torment. Although it was soft and fragrant, he complained.
On the other hand, Chen Qinglian was quite happy. While looking at the boy's stiff steps, he pursed his lips and laughed: "Brother Yan, aren't you very powerful? Why is it so difficult to learn to dance? This is not like you. As a warrior, how can the coordination is so poor."
Faced with Chen Qinglian's joke, Sun Yan turned a deaf ear and said nothing, but just moved his steps stiffly. His forehead was covered with fine sweat. He had to admit the fact that some people really lack talent in some aspects.
The dance steps focus on rhythm, rhythm and body coordination. As a warrior, you should have gotten started quickly and be proficient. However, Sun Yan followed Chen Qinglian for a long time and couldn't find a trick.
No one is perfect! Sun Yan sighed secretly.
In the dance floor in the center of the hall, Chen Qinglian and Sun Yan danced faster and faster. The latter was not even familiar with the basic dance steps, so he could only hold the girl's waist tightly with one hand to prevent accidentally falling down and making a fool of himself.
Looking at Sun Yan's embarrassment, Chen Qinglian smiled more and more charmingly. He leaned closer to him, touched his ear and jokingly said: "Brother Yan, you didn't pretend to be unable to dance because you wanted to eat aunt's tofu on purpose, right? You are a bit cunning and evil."
In the ears, the girl's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and the warm and sweet breath made people feel inexplicably moved. Sun Yan gritted his teeth in secret and responded in a low voice: "Sister Chen, I have helped you a lot. I drove away the candle of Mengli. Is that thanking me? I am so kind to repay my grudges."
"Give me avenge?" Chen Qinglian narrowed her beautiful eyes and said softly: "Grandma, I personally invite you to dance. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with? My father has never had such treatment. That old guy taught me to dance, but I kicked him to the ground. Do you want to try it too?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Yan sweated heavily, and he really couldn't understand the relationship between Chen Qinglian and her father. However, it can be seen from the girl's words that she had deep feelings for her father.
"Forget it, it's pretty good, it's pretty good!" Sun Yan smiled dryly and quickly corrected his attitude.
"snort!"
Chen Qinglian snorted lightly, his eyes circulated, and he said softly: "Come on, follow my sister's pace and learn more. You will definitely enter the upper class in the future. Some basic dance steps are the key to picking up girls. You little pervert, I rarely feel good, so I have to learn more carefully."
Sun Yan nodded blankly, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. At this time, the girl was wearing a luxurious evening dress, with a wide range of demeanor and glorious appearance, and was really indifferent.
Surrounded by colorful neon lights, the young man and woman danced gracefully, like a pair of golden boys and jade girls, becoming the focus of the audience.
Looking at Sun Yan and Chen Qinglian on the dance floor, Butler Chen sighed lightly, shook his head without a trace, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, in the square outside the main house, fireworks soared into the sky and bloomed under the night sky, presenting gorgeous patterns. These patterns were all kinds of, such as traffic, flowers, birds, fish and insects, towering towers..., the patterns intertwined and formed the light and shadow of a city.
For a time, the city of fireworks in the sky, the city of Chenfeng on the ground, and the lights of the two cities shine together, making it a wonder.
This night, singing and dancing, the music is melodious, just like a story in a fairy tale, and it ends quietly after a night of fish and dragon dancing.
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The boundless universe is without distinction between day and night, and is lonely.
In the Odin Star Domain Fengsong meteorite area, on a Class A giant shield combat ship, in a bedroom, Major General Feng Zhen sat upright in a chair, staring at the space outside the window, staring blankly, with a handsome and mature face with deep thought.
In the room, it was pitch black, and the clock on the metal wall was frozen at 4:30 a.m., and the light-brain screen on the table was flickering. The page on the screen was a historical event research data, which detailed the causes and consequences of the White Jail Star's catastrophe a hundred years ago and the various effects caused by this.
This historical event can be said to be the fuse of the Fourth Snow River War and completely changed the power structure of the Odin star field. With the sacrifice of Marshal Mabel Rensso, the forces of the military headquarters were completely reshuffled, and Dongshun Dongfang Huang gradually established a lofty prestige in the army.
No one dares to comment too much about the historical incident of the destruction of the White Prison Star. However, there are rumors that the Mabel family in the Western Military Region were said that in order to monopolize military power a hundred years ago, Dongfang Huang did not send troops to rescue the Ninth Army, which caused the entire army of this battle-prone army to be wiped out.
"Even if Marshal Mabel Rensso is alive, I'm afraid the current controller of the military headquarters is Marshal Donghuang." Feng Zhen murmured to himself.
Retracting his gaze and staring at the light-brain screen. The subtitles flashed on Major General Feng Zhen's face. Involuntarily, the scene of being awarded the rank of Major General appeared in his mind.
A year ago, due to his outstanding military achievements, the military headquarters specially awarded the rank of major general, and was personally awarded the title of the Supreme Commander of the Military Headquarters, Marshal Dongfanghuang personally awarded the title of honor, which also marked that he would enter the rank of core officers of the First Army.
That day, he rode on the spaceship with excitement and sailed to Dongshuai's mobile fortress - the SS-class Yuanhuang-type spacecraft carrier. There, he first came into contact with this famous figure.
Sitting upright in the seat in the award hall, he was a perfect woman who was indescribable in words. Her eyebrows were as far as mountains and her eyes were as autumn water, as if she had looked down on the tranquility of life and death. However, the red marshal's military uniform was proud and no one could compare to the entire Odin star field.
The hands that wore the medal for him were as thin as spring onions and as white as jade, but these hands controlled the supreme power of the entire Odin star field. It was these hands that took the Red Phoenix Yuan Energy fighter a hundred years ago and killed nearly a thousand peerless beast king-level powerhouses, and rescued the blood-clothed general Zhou Bufan and the commander of the Fourth Army Jun Qing.
The glory of that battle was as good as Lin Xinghe's rage and his palm, slamming into space, nearly 10,000 space warships were broken; compared with Wu Yanqiao's body crossing the universe and killing hundreds of powerful beast kings.
Feng Zhen still remembers that after Dong Shuai wore a medal for him, he said lightly: "I heard of you very early, Feng Zhen, the tiger of Feng family, and the descendants of General Feng Song, who were the former direct descendants. It is great to be able to award you a medal today."
Very good... Feng Zhen felt extremely glorious just by comments with these two words. Even when General Junqing tried every means to dig him into the Fourth Army, Feng Zhen had never felt so flattered.
But who knows what Dong Shuai was thinking about in his deep eyes?
General Luo Diwu, the famous general, the former Dongshen and the creator of the Dark Phoenix troops. What attitude did Marshal Dongfang Huang take about Luo Diwu's return?
Major General Feng Zhen sighed and murmured: "If General Luo Diwu returns, the military headquarters will inevitably cause a big storm. The Sixth Army alone will probably be quite troublesome."
"Oh, the storm is coming!"
While thinking silently, a knock on the door sounded, and a voice came from outside the door: "Report to General, Commander Cheng, please come over immediately."
"Now?" Major General Feng Zhen looked at the clock, stood up immediately, and walked out the door.
A moment later, Major General Feng Zhen came to the secret command room on the uppermost level of the ship alone. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the busy scene of the intelligence personnel inside.
"Well, is that?" Major General Feng Zhen's heart moved, quickened his pace, and rushed to Colonel Chengchen's office.
In the office, only Lao Zheng was sitting there. His face was red, staring at the light-brain screen, excitedly looking at the research results.
Seeing Colonel Feng Zhen walk in, Lao Zheng stood up and saluted: "Major General Feng, the space channel map of Chen's family has been obtained."
"Uh, have it already obtained?"
Major General Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows, walked to the table, looked at the star map in the light-brain screen, looked at the star map for a while, and his eyes turned and said in a deep voice: "Is this the star map of the Chen family's space channel?"