In the Baihua Hall, the space was so quiet at this moment that you could even hear the sound of a pin dropping. Everyone present had different expressions, but they all stared at Fang Qing in unison, waiting for her answer with bated breath.
Some of them were anxious, fearing that she would offend the emperor and reject him as decisively as she did at the last banquet. Some of them were secretly happy. They were waiting for her to offend the emperor and let him punish her properly.
On the seat, Luan Yuchen, who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up. His soft and smooth black jade luster flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Fang Qing worriedly.
Once Qing'er refutes the Emperor's Long Yan again, the consequences will be disastrous.
A monarch who refuses once can be praised for his magnanimity, but if he refuses twice, then no matter how magnanimous the emperor is, he may not be able to stand out in front of the ministers.
His worry, his sorrow, revealed the silent language in the space, as if he was sensing it. Fang Qing suddenly turned back and glanced at Luan Yuchen. That glance made Fang Qing change his decision.
She turned around, met those deep and proud black eyes, and nodded lightly. "What Concubine Jing said is true, Qing'er is indeed willing to dance for Princess Anling."
Everyone was shocked!
Yu Tianqi, who was drinking heavily, suddenly - the wine glass in his hand slipped from his fingertips. Concubine Jing stared at Fang Qing, her expression was dull, and her red lips slightly opened in disbelief.
Luan Yuchen smiled soothingly, and the sorrow between his eyebrows was just like the sun driving away the dark clouds, instantly dissipating to the sky. When Yu Tianxing, who was in a high position, heard Fang Qing's answer, he was stunned at first, and then his face showed.
"Come here, play the piano."
Fang Qing came in a hurry, and she looked at Luan Yuchen with a smile. "Brother, please help me sing a song for Qing'er."
"Okay." Luan Yuchen's warm pupils bloomed like a rainbow. He walked gracefully to the piano stand, raised his head, and looked at Fang Qing tenderly.
Fang Qing turned her eyes lightly, saluted Yu Tianxing and said, "Please, Your Majesty, ask everyone in the Song and Dance Garden to obey my concubine's instructions. Only then will I be willing to dance this song."
"Of course." Yu Tianxing's spirit suddenly came to him, and he raised his long sleeves. "Come here, take Princess Ning to the song and dance garden, and give me my instructions. Everything in the song and dance garden is left to Princess Ning.
Deployment.”
"I obey the order." The eunuch next to him walked down the jade steps. He looked at Fang Qing politely and said, "Princess Ning, come with our family." The eunuch walked in front, and Fang Qing followed behind.
About half an hour after Fang Qing left the Baihua Hall, everyone at the banquet began to whisper to each other. Yu Tianxing, who was in a high position, held the amber glass cup in his hand. His light flickered, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
Although Queen Zhao Huier's face was calm, there seemed to be tiny waves in the depths of her eyes. Lan Fei Shui softly raised her fingers lazily, caressing her slightly protruding belly, and pouted slightly with her small cherry mouth.
He yelled, "It's just a dance, why do you have to wait so long?"
The imperial concubine Luan Yufeng looked troubled. What on earth is this Qing'er doing? She hasn't come back yet. If she waits any longer, she is worried that the emperor will lose his patience.
Luan Yuchen was sitting on the piano stand, but he was sitting there safely, waiting with a peaceful expression. He understood her and knew that she would definitely bring everyone a captivating dance.
In the Baihua Hall, everyone had different thoughts. Sometimes their eyes drifted to the door to see if the familiar figure had returned.
Eat——
The amber glass cup gently collided with the dragon table. Yu Tianxing's eyebrows raised slightly, and he let out a long sigh.
"Your Majesty, I feel a little unwell and want to go back and have a rest." Lan Fei Shui Rourou said in a timely manner that she would not give Luan Yufeng another chance to gain the Emperor's favor.
Yu Tianxing looked at Luan Yufeng with deep meaning in his eyes. He opened his lips and was about to say "Zhaojia Xianyu Palace".
Boom--boom--boom--
The exciting drum beat was long and thick, penetrating the sky above the entire Baihua Hall.
Yu Tianxing was refreshed, and he sat back firmly on the dragon throne. Luan Yufeng was delighted. "Your Majesty, Qing'er is back." Yu Tianxing also had a happy face, and he nodded with a smile.
Lan Fei Shui Rourou sat back in her seat glumly, and Luan Yufeng couldn't help but say to her, "My sister is not feeling well, so you should go back and rest first."
"Sister, I think it's nothing now. The emperor is sitting here, how can I, sister, abandon the table and leave alone." Lan Fei Shui Rourou leaned back on the seat lazily.
At the gate, four strong men rushed over carrying a huge drum. The one kneeling on the big drum was Fang Qing. At this moment, her clothes and makeup were completely different from before.
The red, fiery red skirt is like a flame, like a phoenix reborn in the fire, emitting bright and dazzling light.
Her hands beat rhythmically on the drum, and her delicate pink lips, a enchanting and fragrant red rose, were gently bitten by her teeth.
Her eyes are no longer indifferent, but have the kind of peerless charm that goes deep into her bones. Every inch of her body seems to be talking. Her eyes are talking, her mouth is talking, her waist is talking, she stretches
Her bright wrists and arms are speaking, and her light and flying feet are also speaking.
She twisted her delicate body, stretched her arms, and danced her feet dexterously. She used all her body language that could speak to convey the beauty and power of her dance.
She is like water and fire, combining hardness and softness. In her dancing posture, softness is combined with strength, and hardness is combined with softness, softening the essence of martial arts and light dance.
She is like the oldest and most primitive picture scroll in the world. Accompanied by the grand and heavy drum beat, it is exciting, shocking, and captivating, making people immersed in her dance expressing endless vitality.
Boom--boom--boom--
She was whirling on the big drum, beating a bright rhythm on the big drum. Suddenly, she flew off the big drum and danced like the wind towards Luan Yuchen, who was sitting in front of the piano stand, already stunned.
In her cold eyes, Meisi rotated. She took off the red rose from her red lips, stretched her arms, and pointed the red rose in her hand at Luan Yuchen at a perfect rotation angle.
"Brother, I give it to you."
Luan Yuchen looked at Fang Qing. He was so shocked that he didn't know how to respond. It wasn't until he had a flaming red rose in his hand that he smiled helplessly.
Qing'er, this girl, is a ghost, thank you for coming up with such encouragement. He, the accompanist, turned out to be just a cover for Qing'er.
After he guessed what was going on, he was not angry, but sincerely admired this girl. Only her unexpected dance can shock people's hearts and make her stunning.
Qing'er is so good at manipulating people's hearts. As the big brother, he no longer has to worry about her being thought reckless and suffering a loss. He put the red rose in his hand under his breath and smelled it.
It smells pretty good, and the corners of his mouth are smiling.
When Yu Tianxing's dragon eyes on the high platform saw this scene, his shining deep black eyes instantly dimmed. "Your Majesty, this duck stuffed with glutinous rice tastes good, do you want to try it?" Lan Fei Shui Rourou said.
I bought a piece of duck meat for Yu Tianxing.
Yu Tianxing glanced at it lightly and did not respond. Concubine Lan's hand holding out the chopsticks stopped in mid-air, her expression awkward. "The emperor doesn't like to eat, so Rou'er ate it." She squeezed out an unnatural smile and said
He took the chopsticks back dully, put the duck meat in his lips and bit it hard.
Luan Yufeng's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, and she glanced at Concubine Lan proudly. "Your Majesty, Qing'er's dancing is truly exquisite. Look, she dances really well."
Yu Tianxing hummed lightly, his eyes following the figure surrounded by flames.
Queen Zhao Huier watched Luan Yufeng and Shui Rourou fighting back and forth calmly. She didn't care about either of them at all. What she cared about was the woman on the dance floor.
So beautiful and charming, it captivates the country and the city.
Once you dance, no one can beat you!
Yu Tianqi, who was sitting on the seat, looked at Fang Qing, who was dancing in red. She danced gracefully and enchantingly, pure and charming. When it was cold, she looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, not eating the fireworks of the world. When she was gentle, she seemed to turn into spring.
The softness like autumn rain penetrates into people's hearts bit by bit and is deeply rooted in the soul.
He held the wine glass and stared at the fiery red figure infatuatedly, muttering words unconsciously.
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun. She moved her sword in all directions with her sword dance.
The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
The sky is as bright as Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, and as sharp as a group of emperors flying into the sky.
It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
Her crimson lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance.
The beauty Linying is in Baidi. She dances wonderfully to this song and her spirits are high.
After having questions and answers with me, I felt sad and sad.
The late emperor had eight thousand maids, and Gongsun was the first in swordsmanship."
After he finished reading, his head hit the table with a bang. Yu Tianqi fell drunk.
"Brother Qi, brother Qi, wake up, brother Qi, brother Qi, wake up, wake up." Lu Yijing looked at the drunk Yu Tianqi, her eyes filled with water, and she kept shaking him
body of.
Yu Tianqi seemed to see a familiar charming face in his drunken dream. He smiled infatuatedly, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Lu Yijing's hand, and called out softly, "Qing'er, you are finally willing to pay attention to me."
bump--
When Lu Yijing heard Yu Tianqi calling Luan Yuqing's name, she was startled and retracted her hand, causing Yu Tianqi to fall back on the table.
Who is Brother Qi calling? Is there something wrong with her ears? He just called her Qing'er? Lu Yijing's expression became dazed.
Turning her eyes and lowering her head, she looked at the intoxicated Yu Tianqi, stared at his handsome face, and listened to his constant murmuring. "Qing'er, Qing'er——"
Each sound was clearer than the last, and each sound hurt her heart more and more.
Her face turned pale with sadness, her gaze drifted away, and she looked blankly at Fang Qing flying on the dance floor. Seeing her like a flying rainbow across the sun, confusing everyone's attention, she couldn't help but feel resentful. She hated Luan Yuqing. At the same time,
She hated herself even more.
She finally realized what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.
The hands beside her were clenched tightly involuntarily.
Luan Yuqing, you really shouldn’t have come back, no!