Chapter 95: The Dance Clothes Are Destroyed and the Mirror Is Reborn
"Go back home." Chu Luchen stretched out his hand and pulled Wan Qing up, but refused to let go. "Wan Qing, remember to wait for me to plant that peach tree together."
Wan Qing didn't know what to answer at all, so she broke away and ran towards the city gate quickly.
Chu Luchen didn't react and turned around silently, watching Jiuying, Mo Xiang and others quickly follow them.
"Let's go back to the imperial mausoleum..." Chu Luchen silently said that he wanted to leave some space for Wan Qing, but he couldn't let it go. He reluctantly returned to the imperial mausoleum until Wan Qing was completely invisible.
As soon as they arrived at the imperial mausoleum, Bago conveyed the news that the eldest prince had arrived.
Chu Luchen nodded and suddenly laughed.
Due to the double suppression of the Queen Mother and the Empress, Sun Yexue is no longer as favored as before, so she has been abandoned to a certain extent. So in order to achieve the final goal, they will definitely have a spare chess piece - Chu Lurong.
But if they want to control Chu Lurong, it depends on whether they have such ability.
So under the premise that they could neither achieve mutual benefit nor a win-win situation, he could be a fisherman and pick up the slack when necessary, "Chihong, get ready."
Get ready for a big fight.
Because Chu Luchen made her feel uneasy, and as the Autumn Harvest Ceremony approached, Wan Qing had to brace herself to deal with it.
I had to learn this dance skill in my previous life in order to cope with the mother's request. Now, although my physical strength is better due to martial arts practice, my waist seems to be a little stiff.
In order to deal with the problem of their lower back, Zhiyuan and Moxiang almost laughed and cried as they watched Wan Qing torture herself every day as if she was self-abuse.
However, the hard work paid off greatly. One day when Mrs. Zuo watched her dance practice, she was immediately amazed. So she developed a habit of visiting her every few days.
Because of her busy schedule, Wan Qing's days passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, there were only more than ten days left.
"Dancing clothes!" Wan Qing was dreaming one day and suddenly remembered that she had not finished making dance clothes yet, so she almost turned over and got up.
"Miss, you have just fallen asleep!" Mo Xiang looked at Wan Qing with a headache. After practicing dancing for several days, her face was almost as thin as that awl. In the end, she still tried her best no matter how hard she tried to persuade her.
"Yes, yes... I'm going to sleep now. Remember to remind me to go to Dongshi tomorrow."
While wandering around Dongshi, Wan Qing informed Jiang Zizhen that after all, she was also someone who wanted to participate. As for Qingluan, Qin Yi and others, they just participated if they could.
However, due to the status of Qingluan, Qin Yi and others, this autumn harvest ceremony can only participate in folk celebrations. The standards are not as high as those held in the palace, so the pressure is a little lower.
The real autumn harvest ceremony finally arrived with everyone nervously or excitedly welcoming it.
And Wan Qing's wry smile proved one thing, that is, there are always people who don't want her to have an easy time.
Dances similar to his own were performed one after another, and the piano music he practiced today was often heard, and there were many outstanding performers among them.
And when Wan Qing saw that Zhiyuan and Moxiang were slapped for protecting Wuyi, and that the group of people destroyed the dance clothes to pieces, the last bit of her patience was exhausted, and she rushed to Moxiang and Zhiyuan,
He gave those servants a hard slap, "Didn't you say that when you beat a dog, you still need to look at the master? Call your master!"
"Princess Zuo, it's your turn soon." Ning Ci respectfully reminded Wan Qing, indicating that Zhi Yuan and Mo Xiang would be taken care of by her.
Wan Qing handed the medicine bottle that she carried with her to Mo Xiang, and after carefully checking their injuries, she had to leave, "Aunt Ning Ci, I would like to ask you one more thing. Get a bucket of ink and put it in this hall.
It’s just a mouthful.”
After finishing speaking, he slowly took off his cloak and embroidered shoes, and walked in along the golden soft carpet spread all the way outside the palace. Hearing Wan Qing's instructions, Zhiyuan and Mo Xiang looked at each other and nodded.
Because her dance clothes were destroyed, Wan Qing only wore the moon-white dress she had worn when she came in. Due to her unquenched anger, she walked like a sword about to be drawn out, and actually gave away the splendor of the palace.
Comparison continued.
The piano master had already known the music Wan Qing was going to perform, and the music started playing soon.
But unexpectedly, the moment the piano started playing, all the energy seemed to disappear in an instant.
The piano player played the high mountain flow very well, but because it was just business, he lost the care that Chu Luchen had when accompanying him, and he also made many omissions in the coordination.
But this made Wan Qing's even more amazing dance the icing on the cake.
The moon-white sleeves suddenly swayed out, following Wan Qing's thoughts and transformed into water and mountains.
The thin sleeves covered Wan Qing's brows, but they couldn't hide the softness that made people try to explore.
The jade pendant on the waist and the jade bracelet on the hand occasionally collided, making a slight sound, soft and gentle, as if Wan Qing had done it deliberately, which made people think.
Looking forward to seeing that the ink was ready, Wan Qing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled with a low eyebrow, jumped up, and the long sleeves she threw out suddenly fell into the ink, causing everyone to panic.
But seeing that Wan Qing was not embarrassed, he couldn't help but take a closer look.
On top of the original soft blanket, the paper kites and ink scents were immediately replaced by huge rice paper, which happened to be covered at the moment Wan Qing fell. The timing was no more and no less. It was simply jaw-dropping.
The graceful pirouettes, the light leaps of a dragonfly, the soft waist, every move follows the rhythm of the music, a minute faster is too much, a minute slower is too little.
Prosperous and prosperous times for thousands of years.
The eight characters appeared on the paper at the end of the music, and the original moon-white clothes were gradually dyed into an imaginative ink painting. Although Wan Qing slowly knelt down following the weakening music, and spread out her
The skirt and sleeves are like an elegant peony, layered but magnificent.
No one dared to question the shortcomings of her performance at this moment, and no one dared to criticize the unparalleled confidence in her raised face.
Glittery sweat trickled down from her temples, but her eyes were even brighter.
Wan Qing used her strength to slap those who tried to destroy her hard.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" The Queen Mother was the first to speak out. Seeing Wan Qing's performance, she was naturally extremely satisfied.
She likes the arrogance that appears and disappears, and the ruthless determination to be reborn after breaking the mirror.
If she only had a smart mind, no ambition, and no strength, she would not think that such a woman could be proud of the world and be a mother to the world!
And Emperor Chu was even more attracted by the startling glimpse of her dancing. He suddenly felt as supple as Sun Yexue, too much. Only what he thought was just right.
Wan Qing calmed down her breathing slowly and met the Queen Mother's eyes.
Queen Mother, I have fulfilled all your requirements. Are you satisfied...