Extra Chapter 5: A flying dance touches Emperor Tang
"Ta-da-ta-da-da-"
On the delicate dance drum, a figure dances gracefully, and the unique dance steps create an elegant rhythm.
When the veil is raised, one can see the rhinoplasty, blue eyes, exquisite facial features, gorgeous accessories, and slim waist. When dancing gracefully, it is indeed a enchanting scene. It is no wonder that even the black-armored elites who protect the mission can't help but
Was attracted to it.
"It's Mi Xiaoman who steals the show again!"
"Hmph, when it comes to my dancing, I must outdo her!"
Not only the soldiers in front and behind were looking at him with suspicion, but also the dancers around him. They were talking a lot and there were many dissatisfied looks in their eyes.
This group of dancers were selected to become the replacements for the first dancer, Ranmasanti. They were not ordinary people to begin with. Seeing one person taking the limelight, other women were eager to try. The previous nervousness and embarrassment had dissipated.
Little did they know that this was a suggestion made by Leonti, a Byzantine scholar, to General Abu, who was responsible for guarding the envoys and was also preparing to uncover the Tang Dynasty's internal guards.
On the way to the Tang Dynasty, as long as the road was smooth, there would be a dancer on stage at every moment, performing her best on the stage, while there would be hidden eyes observing the performers and the viewers below.
Reaction.
"This method is very clever. As long as the Tang people are not familiar with dance music, their flaws will be exposed, but they must also be on guard. They are originally born as dancers or have studied and practiced hard to pretend..."
"So among these dancers, the most suspected, the least suspected, and the least eye-catching must be found!"
"As long as we narrow the range to five people, I, the general, will have a way to distinguish and find the real Tang people's internal guards!"
General Abu's words were still ringing in his ears. Yang Zaiwei, disguised as a Tibetan monk, was on the surface looking for spies, but in fact he was secretly thinking about the situation.
There are currently sixty-seven suspected dancers in the envoy. With such a large number, preliminary screening is naturally necessary to find out the possible internal guards of the Tang Dynasty among them.
General Abu's method cannot be said to be wrong, but it is too subjective.
To put it more bluntly, it means trusting their judgment too much.
"It is very strange to entrust such an important task to a combination of Tibetan monks, Byzantine scholars and the food governor. This person may have someone else to rely on!"
"In Damascus, Zhenwu believers have been arrested in large numbers. Yang Ci has said that something may have happened to the internal guards..."
"Could it be that someone among the inner guards is really cheating and communicating secretly with Abu, a big food general, so he is sure that there must be an inner guard lurking in the dancing girl, and can he be found at the critical moment?"
Yang Zaiwei had doubts but was reluctant to believe it.
During these years, he traveled to the West and saw unique countries, techniques and cultures. From these places, he also discovered that the Tang Dynasty in the East was becoming more and more powerful, and there were more and more rumors.
If we say that the great power of the Tang Dynasty was due to the contribution of Prime Minister Di Renjie, down to the three central provinces, six ministries, and local officials at all levels, who jointly assisted the sage Li Hong, then at least half of the external fame belongs to the internal guards.
The power spreads overseas, the thunder is magnificent, and the rise and fall of all the feudal lords are all under control!
Although Dashi's national power is tyrannical, far from being comparable to that of small local countries, it is also full of internal contradictions. The current people in power are usurping Muhammad's orthodox position. If the internal guards cooperate with the outside, the Heavenly Army of the Tang Dynasty will advance westward and wipe out the country. No matter how powerful Yang is, he will not
It will feel strange.
But now there are various signs that there is a problem with the internal defense, so that Dashi sent an envoy to attend the Tang Emperor's birthday festival openly, but secretly he dared to plot evil and have the courage to cause a big disturbance in the Tang Dynasty.
"It seems that simple killing cannot solve the problem. If there is a traitor in the inner guard, his status will definitely be high. I will follow the clues to find him..."
"Removing the worries of that great commander will allow him to use his true talents to fight me."
"I want to see how far her Qianqiu Jin has been practiced!"
Yang Zaiwei adjusted his target, focused his eyes, activated his sixth sense, and stared at General Abu.
His mind is wonderful and mysterious, and he has the confidence to monitor every move of the other person, even whether they make eye contact and secretly convey messages.
However, General Abu's tall figure like an iron tower was standing on his horse, walking at the front of the envoys, looking straight into the distance with no intention of looking back.
Yang Zaiwei was not in a hurry, exerting the patience of an assassin and waiting silently.
"That General Dashi seems to be confident!"
The one who had similar views was Xiao Hei from the dancer team. After also staring at General Abu for a while, he withdrew his secret gaze and turned to the people around him: "No matter what, first find out the murder case of the first dancer, and then
Follow the clues!"
As soon as her golden-black eyes turned, she looked in all directions and multi-tasked. While observing the situation of the envoys, she also devoted her energy to learning Arabic.
The language barrier is really uncomfortable. Fortunately, just as the dancers in the Tang Dynasty have many beards, the dancers in Dashi are also many women from the surrounding countries. They speak all native languages, and there are dedicated translators in the mission, so when you have nothing to do,
Show off your skills and translate texts from various countries in the Western Regions.
Xiao Hei relied on his extraordinary memory and took the opportunity to learn. He was now able to initially understand the Big Eater's communication, and he was able to improvise at an extremely fast speed.
As soon as she could speak, she immediately began to collect information, asking people around her: "Have you heard of Ranmasanti? What kind of person is she?"
No dancer knows her, but when she asks, no matter how arrogant or withdrawn she is, she will subconsciously answer: "Not only have we heard of her, but we have all seen her dance and admire her endlessly!"
"She is the princess of Tocharia. In order to restore her country, she came to Damascus as a dancer and was received by the Caliph!"
"It's not a princess from Tocharia, but a noblewoman from Byzantium. There, dancing is believed to nourish the body and spirit. Ramashanti's harp is the Byzantine court instrument!"
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Dancing solo, I'm afraid only she can be worthy of such honor!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity, why was Ranmasanti killed?"
The dancers who can be selected into the embassy are not comparable to ordinary women. Lanmasanti's various origins are very clear, and her analysis of identity is extremely high.
There are many princesses in various countries, and the lowest one is also the daughter of a noble. It seems that those who have seen this girl say that she has an innate aristocratic temperament and her origins are definitely extraordinary.
Even Lanmasanti's reputation spread to neighboring Tang Dynasty, and she was given the qualification to dance at the saint's birthday banquet.
The voices of all the dancers were full of envy and admiration, as if they were honored.
"Um……"
Xiao Hei asked around and felt something was wrong. He was thinking about it when Mi Xiaoman, the dancer on the stage, just finished dancing. She put her toes on the float, jumped off lightly, and started to rest.
The unfriendly gazes of the dancers immediately fell on her, like tiny needles pricking her.
When Xiao Hei witnessed this scene, his brows immediately relaxed: "So that's it! Even if Lanmasanti was originally from a noble family, but later became a human dancer, there will always be people who take pleasure in others' misfortunes, but these dancers all praise her, why is it so?"
Before she transformed into a human form, she had developed spiritual intelligence and had seen many dark hearts.
A very good person may be loved and respected by others, but he may also attract jealousy and criticism, especially jealousy, which is often difficult to contain.
This is the case for Mi Xiaoman, who was born in the Zhaowu Kingdom. Her identity is also unusual. Mi is one of the nine surnames of Zhaowu. This group of Sogdians likes to do business and has a profound influence in the Western Regions. Many of them are even officials in the Tang Dynasty.
Li Yan's first good friend in Liangzhou, An Zhongjing, a son of the Wuwei An family, is an example.
But Mi Xiaoman suffered a lot of jealousy. By analogy, let alone Lan Masanti, who is also a young dancer. Even a senior expert cannot be loved by everyone. Now that everyone is dead, there is no need for her.
Superficial flattery.
So what is the reason why all the dancers have words of praise and not a single word of bad words?
Xiaohei rolled his eyes, came to Mi Xiaoman's side, and said, "You dance so well. It seems that your dancing skills are one of the best among the first dancers!"
Mi Xiaoman is adjusting his breathing and regaining his strength. He will perform on stage later and look stunning. He originally ignored the comments from others, but after hearing these words, his brows suddenly raised: "You are quite discerning!
"
Xiao Hei changed his voice, shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, compared with Lan Masanti, you are still far behind..."
Mi Xiaoman's expression suddenly changed and he opened his mouth, but in the end he managed to squeeze out one sentence: "Humph, Lan Masanti has a song called Feitian, I really can't compare to it!"
"Feitian... is that the dance music that Lan Masanti wants to dedicate to Emperor Tang?"
Xiao Hei had a vague thought and asked subconsciously: "I have never seen Feitian. Can you describe to me what is good about this dance?"
Mi Xiaoman was not very happy, but there was a vague magic in Xiao Hei's words, and he couldn't refuse. He recalled: "Her dance is indescribable. When I think about it, I still don't know that dance."
How do I dance? I just feel that the goddess from the sky has come to the mortal world and is about to fly back to the sky. She is not owned by mortals..."
Xiao Hei was completely calm. As a Catwoman who truly descended from the sky, it is hard to imagine what kind of dance could be described as such an exaggerated way.
Perhaps it was her attitude that stimulated Mi Xiaoman, who highly admired Feitian. The dancer's face suddenly darkened: "On this mission, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty was not originally prepared to let Dashi perform the dance until Feitian's song became famous.
After passing it on, I changed my mind. Even the saints of the Tang Dynasty were fascinated by Feitian. How dare you despise him?"
Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and his expression finally changed.
She understood why she was paying special attention to this dance when she just heard its name.
Feitian... Feitian...
Perhaps this dance touched the heart of Li Hong, the sage of the Tang Dynasty, who was the most difficult person to forget!