"Since Miss Wen has kindly invited me, how could I not agree?..."
The people in the Gong family took a breath of air.
What is this girl going to do!!
Gong Haoyu originally wanted to organize Yueying, but for the sake of the Gong family's future, life is more important than face.
Yueying slowly stood up.
"But, I have to add a condition. If I win, Miss Wen will be my maid, Gong Yueying, for three months. How about that?"
What!
Everyone was shocked that Gong Yueying actually wanted Wen Lan to be her girl!
However, when they thought about Gong Yueying's dance many years ago, they all felt relieved.
Those people were sure that Gong Yueying could not win!
"Okay, if you lose, you have to be my maid!"
Wen Lan's arrogance became even stronger at this time.
Because she firmly believes that her dancing skills are the best in the imperial capital, and no one can shake her position for many years.
How could this mere Gong Yueying defeat her!
Wen Lan was proud and arrogant, but she didn't know how she would be so arrogant after a while.
"Okay, I promise you."
Dancing is a piece of cake for Yueying.
Among them, I have learned so many types of dance, and the one I am best at is classical dance.
What's so difficult about this mere dance?
Yueying's eyes met Ziqian's.
Ziqian immediately knew what Yueying meant.
Behind one hand, a white fan appeared, with a pattern of blood-red manzhu and shahua on it.
The meaning of Zhenghe Yueying.
Ziqian threw it casually, and Yueying caught it with one hand.
Hold it in your hand.
Open the fan, half-cover your face, and do the first action.
"I'll accompany Yueying."
With that said, Jun Qingyan took out a green flute, put it to her mouth, and started playing.
Yueying was startled, wasn't this the fate he had just blown with leaves in the bamboo forest?
'It turns out that person is him.'
When the music sounds, fans and dances start together.
In the hall, a graceful woman with a clear face and a red dress, black silk and ink dye, and a flowing white fan looks like a fairy or a spirit, as if she is walking from a dream. A spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror, and the bright moon shines through the open door to its shadow.
The woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes
And Qing Shuyun's hand, the fan in his hand is closed and held, like a pen moving around in the painting of a dragon, the jade sleeves are blown by the wind, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear and cool in the ears, the folding fan in his hand is like a wonderful pen or a silk string, turning, flicking, opening and closing
, twisted, round, curved, flowing water moves like a dragon flying like a phoenix dancing.
Her pink face has a hint of red lips, and her expression is eager to speak but still shy. Her beauty is like pink peach petals, and her manners have an orchid look. She wears a blood-red enchanting long dress, her black hair is draped down the side like a waterfall, and she has a plain and elegant face with a smile.
Everyone's eyes were wide open and they couldn't believe that the little girl who danced the 'Toad Dance' could now dance such a beautiful dance.
I saw the moon shadow folding my slender waist and taking a slight step, showing my bright wrists on the gauze. My eyes were full of clear spring water, and my black hair on my head swayed with the dance of the figure. The delicate jade was delicate and delicate, and the dimples were more delicate than flowers, and the fingers were like peeled onions.
The root mouth contains Zhudan, and every frown and smile touches the heart and soul.
Jun Qingyan was fascinated by Yue Ying's dance.
Wen Lan was angry on the side.
On the surface, she still looked like the gentle and gentle Xiaojiabiyu, but the hands under the table were clasped tightly, her nails dug into the palms of her hands, and traces of blood seeped out, but Wen Lan was completely unaware of it.
The maid next to her saw it and quickly wiped it with a handkerchief.
But Wen Lan stared back with a stern look.
The maid stood aside and was trembling with fear.
Gong Haoxuan's eyes also never left Yueying.
When will my sister learn to dance?
And he dances so well?
The doubts in Gong Haoxuan's heart were so great.
It made him a little confused, was the Gong Yueying in front of him his biological sister?
The song is over.
Yueying bent her waist backwards, with her knees kneeling and her back pressed to the ground. She raised the white fan with one hand and made an orchid finger shape with the other hand to set off the fan.
Such good music and dancing left a deep impression on everyone's hearts.
Yueying stood up and bowed to the emperor.
Only then did everyone come back to their senses.
"Okay, this girl from Gong San is very good at dancing. I don't know how much better she is than Girl Wen! And Qingyan, who taught you this song? Although there is a touch of sadness, there is no loss of joy in it."
"Back to my father, I overheard this while traveling around the mountains and rivers."
"Oh? I am also very lucky to be able to hear from you again like you."
"May I ask Your Majesty, who is the better dancer, the courtier's daughter or the palace general's daughter?"
Wen Lan couldn't hold himself back. Although Gong Yueying danced very well, in terms of power, his father was superior.
She planned, thinking that the emperor would definitely let her win.