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With Miruo's red-sleeved dance, coupled with her beauty and the music of the Western Jin Dynasty, it is really difficult to win her.

But Jing Yan didn't seem to see anything, her face was as calm as water, and the pride of Mi Ruo suddenly turned into countless questions in her eyes, why wasn't she afraid, why wasn't she nervous?

stared at that beautiful face and looked at it again and again, but I really couldn't find the slightest trace of hidden emotions, and I couldn't help but be disappointed. She began to comfort herself that she must be thinking too much, that she must have no way to win herself, so she could only break the jar.

It has to be so, it has to be so!

In the eyes of Mi Ruo's incomparably doubtful and everyone's regret and even disdain, Jing Yan and Chu Qing Baili whispered softly, and then walked to the center of the meadow.

It's still a place where Fang Mi indulges in dancing, but at this moment, the thing here has been replaced by a guqin.

Jing Yan was dressed in a long white skirt with a high neckline, almost climbing up to her white ears, and when the autumn wind rose, her body was like a white shadow, almost drifting away from the world with this wanton wind.

Without any accompaniment, Jing Yan stroked the guqin in front of him and played the first note.

The sound of the piano is long, and the thoughts are sad. The timbre of the seven-string guqin is extremely beautiful, but it is a mournful sound, noisy and earnest, like a woman telling grief, pouring out everything in the past.

The excitement and excitement that everyone had just felt because of Princess Miruo was gradually soothed by the sound of the piano, and everyone's brows drooped, looking at the white-clothed scenery in front of them, and their expressions were sudden.

Ma Xiangyun, who was watching the show on the side, obviously couldn't understand the connotation of the sound of the piano, so she couldn't help but sneer, and said to Shen Baozhen beside her: "Isn't it a dance, how did she play the piano?" ”

Without Shen Yuzhen, Ma Xiangyun noticed the change in the Shen family's attitude towards Shen Baozhen, and then forgot about the jade cousin and pasted her.

Shen Baozhen's face was calm, she could hear that there was a story in Jing Yan's piano sound, and this story was by no means a moving fairy tale.

"Cousin Xiangyun, you might as well continue to watch-"

Shen Baozhen's words did not fall, but he saw Jing Yan, who had been sitting on the piano, suddenly stood up, his hand still resting on the strings, but his body gradually flew up.

One hand is off the string, the other hand is flying, the music is not stopped, and the dance has begun.

While the woman in white played the piano, her body was lightly raised, her clothes were flying, and the long-sleeved man danced, like the feet of the jade carving gently tiptoed, and she turned in place lightly and neatly, and then spun down, lying on her back after the piano, one hand crossed left and right, the clouds rolled up and the clouds were comfortable, and the other hand was gently twisted slowly, and then it was another jump, with the help of the wind, the volley flew in the air, and it was strange and beautiful.

This dance started at the same time, and it was combined so well, it made people feel very novel, and those who thought that Jingyan would lose were also a little interested.

The emperor nodded, and then said to Concubine Ru beside him: "The sister of the concubine is ingenious. ”

Concubine Ru bowed her head respectfully: "Your Majesty has won the award." "But just like this, at most, a tie with Miruo, her beauty is far above the scenery, how can she win.

Ma Xiangyun snorted coldly: "So it's mysterious-"

"Ahh

The crown princess closest to Jing Yan suddenly screamed, because Jing Yan's right hand stroked the qin, and suddenly exerted force, only to hear a "bang", and the strings were broken!

The strings are broken!

Not only the crown princess, but also the emperor, Rufei, Wang Song, Yuwenxuan, and even King Rama's hearts all shrank abruptly and gradually sank.

If Jing Yan's dance does not have this ingenious playing, it will lose the finishing touch, and in this way, it will be lost.

Ma Xiangyun's face gradually gave birth to joy, and even Wang Jing, who was not far away, felt an inexplicable peace of mind. Tonight, she approached Yu Wenxuan many times, but the other party didn't appreciate it and rejected her again and again, but she clearly saw Yu Wenxuan's gaze on Jing Yan, and she had a different kind of attachment.

No matter what angle she is in, Wang Jing is unwilling to let go of this feeling. Lose, you must lose, let Yu Wenxuan turn around and see himself! She ordered someone to do hands and feet on the guqin, the strings were broken, and Jingyan's fate was decided.

But just when everyone thought it was all over and was about to sigh, the white phantom did not stop.

The silent dance continues.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Jing Yan suddenly left the guqin and danced towards the perfume ditch.

Is she going to follow the example of Princess Miruo and dance by the ditch? Everyone was puzzled, but they saw that Jing Yan suddenly stretched out his right foot, and there was a small point of light between his feet, which shook in the air and suddenly fell into the water.

Suddenly, the ditch was ignited again, and at the same time, it was Jing Yan's body that was ignited!

"Oh my God! She's dead! ”

A colorful tongue of fire swept up Jing Yan's white clothes, she didn't stop, but took a step forward, and the whole person fell into the shallow ditch.

Wherever her posture was touched by water, flames were ignited, and her dancing did not stop, and the dancing became more and more wonderful, and the water and fire rang out in unison, and in everyone's ears, a burst of refreshing and pleasant dance music was heard suddenly.

The eyes of the tenth prince Yu Wenjie lit up, and suddenly, he had already understood, and shouted: "There is a piano in the ditch!" ”

The stepping qin is a folk musical instrument of Shangyuan, and the way to play it is not with the hands, but with the feet.

For the daughters who are accustomed to being reserved, it is indecent to play the piano, but at this time, no one dares to criticize her.

There are many specifications of the piano, some can even stretch for tens of meters, the lighter the woman, the more beautiful the music. And Jing Yan obviously integrates the essence of dance and piano performance, and what is even more amazing is that her body is full of beautiful and gorgeous flames, such a dance is simply the first in the world!

The flames in this ravine, in order not to burn the nobles, are specially concocted, and the speed of Jing Yan's dancing is extremely fast, it will not burn at all, but adds a strange sense of beauty.

Didn't Fang Caimi add beauty to the dance? Then she makes people forget her face and present this very visually striking thing.

Didn't you say that courage and resourcefulness could not be reflected? That woman in the world, who else dares to set herself on fire and dance with her feet, this is not courage and resourcefulness, or what!

No wonder she is not timid at all, no wonder she wants to wear a high-necked white dress, no wonder she knows that she is beautiful in the world, and she wants to dance with her.

King Rama lost, and the heart of the defeat was convinced.

Qing Xuan looked at the woman dancing in the flames, and was deeply shocked again, and the sound of the piano was sometimes tactful and low, like a clear stream from a trough; sometimes high-pitched and impassioned, like war drums and horns; Sometimes it is ethereal, like a butterfly dancing and flying.

Coupled with this incomparable dance of flames, the perfect combination of Qingli and Mingyan, only he knows that she is not dancing, but telling, telling the meaning of her life and the meaning of rebirth!

From the first sight of her, she was still breathing, breathless;

to learn more about her, neither humble nor arrogant, endure humiliation;

To this day, I understand her, the past is no more, and Nirvana is reborn!

That's her life burning in despair and not admitting defeat......

In Qing Xuan's eyes, a tear flowed inexplicably, cold and silent, cold and fell to the ground.

The dance has stopped, the dance music has stopped, but the people have been quiet, and they have forgotten to breathe.

At last, the Emperor began to applaud, and then everyone raised their arms, and the loud applause that overflowed their heads made the whole meadow boil.

Princess Miruo, sitting still, muttered to herself, "I actually lost." ”

***

Three days later, the hunt was over and he returned to Pingjing.

The excitement and excitement before the departure is now only amazement. No one expected that so many things would happen during this year's hunting, let alone that Miss Jing Er, who was married to a cripple, would be such an amazing character.

Although the emperor did not want her to go back with her, she said that she was willing to lose the bet and was willing to follow back to Pingjing, and followed the monk behind the carriage.

King Rama naturally did not accompany him, he became friends with the second prince, and agreed to visit Pingjing again after some time.

In the sedan chair back to the city, only Jingyan and Chuqing Baili were there. Chu Qing made water, soaked it in water with a soft handkerchief, picked it up and stirred it dry, and then carefully wiped Jing Yan's body.

"Second Miss, you are really scared to death slave!" Bai Li, who was changing the water on the side, couldn't help but sigh, although she had long known that the flame would not burn people, but she was really startled.

Jing Yan's skin was sensitive, and even though the flame was not burned, it was slightly reddened.

Chu Qing wrung a towel again: "Second Miss, the princess has been following our sedan chair all the way, do you want to report this matter to the master?" ”

The master she said was naturally not Wang Guanghe, but Jing Mu. Jing Yan shook his head, lifted the small window and looked into the distance: "Such a blatant thing, you don't need to inform him to know." It's just that what we have to watch out for is not the princess, but the black-robed monk. ”

"The monk?" Bai Pear was puzzled.

At that time, the emperor also had doubts, but King Rama said that the monk was his and the princess's teacher, and later became a monk and had a very close relationship with their brother and sister, and following the princess to Shangyuan could also make the princess make fewer mistakes.

Is that all? Jing Yan denied it in his heart. Whether it was fighting treasures or competing in the dance, this scene kept repeating in her mind, the inconspicuous black-clothed monk was silent from beginning to end, and the old monk was calm, not caring about everything around him.

It's not so much that I don't care, but that it's all expected.

She had already noticed that when King Rama couldn't control his emotions, when Princess Miruo was about to lose her temper, this monk was like a wake-up call, as long as he was there, the royal brothers and sisters of the Western Jin Dynasty would obey the rules.

Could this person be as simple as just a teacher?

Outside the small window, Qing Xuan rode a horse not far away and nodded to her.

Jing Yan was stunned for a moment and smiled inadvertently.

A few days later, the gate of Pingjing City was opened, and hundreds of officials and people welcomed the emperor back to the city.

Princess Miruo invited Mrs. Yujun to the post house as a guest, which was quite a bit of an acquaintance, but she refused.

First, because she didn't think of the other party's purpose, and second, after General Wang's mansion learned the news of returning to the city, she sent a message to Wang Guanghe as soon as possible.

Ji is critically ill.