The crowd looked to the source of the voice.

I saw Concubine Shu leaning on a glazed pillar painted with gold paint behind her, rubbing the rim of the wine glass with her right hand, and staring at Queen Song Mier with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Seeing this, Shen Zhan almost didn't drop the cup!

He pretended to cough in a low voice, blocking the line of sight between Song Mier and Yuan Wanyou without a trace, ignoring Song Mier's chuckle beside him, raised his wine glass and raised his eyebrows at Yuan Wanyou and said, "Since Concubine Shu has a heart, let's perform what you are best at!" ”

"Dare to disobey?" Concubine Shu got up with a smile, patted her skirt casually, and walked heroically to the center of the hall, arching her hand towards Shen Zhan and Song Mier, who were sitting on the throne, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Niangniang, the concubine would like to ask for a sword dance." ”

After saying that, Concubine Shu turned around, her toes tapped, and she suddenly left the ground half a foot away, and her skirt flew towards the outside of the hall.

Isn't it a sword dance? Why did you fly out of the temple again?

Everyone was stunned, but saw that the concubine returned to the hall in an instant, her footsteps did not stop, the corners of her skirt flew up, but in her hand she took a cinnabar cinnamon branch decorated with vermilion flowers, and flew into the hall.

After a moment's pause, he said, "I wish to replace the sword dance with a cinnamon branch", and before the words were finished, the person had already turned around.

Suddenly, the drum music is a masterpiece, and the musicians are also the Fengyue masters who were called into the palace from all over the world, although Shufei did not give the score in advance, but Shufei turned her waist and immediately followed the rhythm style to play the music of the piano and the sheng flute, which was the song of "Frost Sky Dawn Corner".

In the sound of this drum music, I saw the thick eyebrows and starry eyes of the concubine, such as the bright sun, the jade feet swirling, like the wind unraveling the neon clothes, the footsteps were slow and slow, the waist was like a demon like a man, and the nine sunsets were like Yiyi, and the eyes of the stars were tight.

The drums sounded suddenly, the pipa was swaying, as if the general broke the formation, the sandalwood sixteen-sided eight-treasure skirt was like mountains and rivers, the cinnabar-colored osmanthus was full of fragrance in the air, and there was a sound of breaking the air, and the lady concubine was heroic and sassy, smiling brightly, as if there were thousands of troops and horses stepping on the moon behind her.

Suddenly, the wind turned, the sound of the pipa fighting gradually lowered, the flute sounded loudly, accompanied by the guzheng Lingling, the concubine's arms stretched, bowed her head gracefully, turned the laurel branch, cinnabar fell between the skirts of the clothes, flattering and abrupt, and heroic, or for the flattery, the crow's temples flew green without smiling, and the spring breeze wrapped in clothes and gloom.

The sound of the flute faded away, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

At the end of the dance, the concubine folded the laurel branch and bowed down, exactly: come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condense the clear light.

"Good!" Shen Zhan straightened up and threw the wine glass in his hand on the table, "If you are like a dragon, if you want to fly, I feel that the mountain is high!" Shen Zhan's eyes were full of appreciation for the dance and the pleasure of wanting to go to the battlefield immediately, "Evening tour, I toast you!" ”

"Thank you!" Concubine Shu raised her eyes and looked at Shen Zhan and Song Mier, holding the cinnamon branch in her hand and bowing with her crossed hands, took the wine glass presented by An Jin, and drank it all.

When Concubine Shu casually threw away the cinnamon branch and sat down, the concubines below came to their senses one after another, and they were shocked, sighed and happy in their hearts.

What is surprising is that they have not seen the world, but the sword dance of Concubine Shu, whether the dance is beautiful or not is secondary, the important thing is that the sassy arrogance contained in this sword dance is amazing. To put it irreverently, the best sword dancer in Fengyue, compared to Concubine Shu, is only visible and godless, and cannot dance the chest of "sweeping the world with a sword", and those generals and soldiers who dare to sacrifice their bodies for their family and country, where do they have such a horizontal knife as Concubine Shu's feelings of finger tenderness? is really someone who sweeps thousands of troops and dances with thousands of enchanting horses, and can he have the freedom and tenacity of "but the general's white hair, but the red face and dry bones" like the concubine?

What they sigh is that in this harem, there are many beauties, many nobles, and those who are as heroic as Concubine Shu are like men's minds, I am afraid that there are fewer and less! Which woman who has entered the palace is not hiding her calculations and scheming, where are there so many swords that are in her heart?

What they are happy about is that although Concubine Shu's first show is unconvincing and amazing, but in the eyes of His Majesty, there is only appreciation of this sword dance and the pleasure brought by the sword dance, without the man's addiction and throbbing of women, Concubine Shu made a good start, but it did not let those who want to perform behind them have no way out.

In the middle of the ring, Concubine Xian picked up the wine glass again, and raised her glass to Concubine Shuyao, who was diagonally facing her, with a soft voice, "Concubine Shu's sword dance movements are continuous, like a long rainbow swimming dragon, and like flowing clouds and water, great goodness!" ”

Concubine Shu laughed, and said "pass the award" again and again, and the other concubines also raised their glasses when they saw this, and the beautiful words were endless.

Song Mier took the opportunity to pick up the wine glass, gently touched Shen Zhan's wine glass, and said to Shen Zhan's eyes: "I wish Your Majesty all the injustices in the world." ”

This sentence was a pun, just one sentence, it actually made Shen Zhan feel like a confidant, coupled with Song Mier's unique soft and glutinous voice, Shen Zhan couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, picked up the wine glass with one hand, but quietly held Song Mier's little hand with the other hand, the two looked at each other and smiled, their hearts were warm.

Shen Zhan and Song Mier thought that their movements were secret, and no concubine would dare to look directly at Tianyan, but they didn't want to have someone, sitting quietly in the hall, staring at the interaction between Shen Zhan and Song Mier for a moment, their hands clenched into fists, their nails sinking deep into the flesh, and when they saw Song Mier and Shen Zhan looking at each other and smiling, their eyes turned to resentment, and they stared at Song Mier sitting on the throne symbolizing the power of the emperor and queen.

Song Mi'er was holding one hand by Shen Zhan, the two looked at each other and smiled, Song Mi'er's heart moved, Shen Zhan, who was looking at her, thought that she was going to say something to herself, but she didn't expect that she had turned sideways and happily picked the hazelnuts on the table with her empty right hand to eat, the tip of her nose moved, like a rabbit eating, seeing Shen Zhan and Yuan Wanyou, who occasionally raised her eyes to look at her below, laughed for a while, "little gluttonous cat" Shen Zhan thought funny in his heart.

Just after eating a bite or two, Song Mier suddenly felt that someone was staring at her, that feeling, as if she was being targeted by a fierce beast, she immediately had a dense layer of goosebumps on her body, Song Mier shivered slightly, and suddenly raised his head and swept around, only to find that the vision was gone, as if the fear and fear he had just now was just an illusion.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhan on the side saw that Song Mier's expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, maybe it's windy, it's a little cold." Song Mier raised his eyes and smiled at Shen Zhan, and turned his head to watch the performances of the concubines on the field seriously.

Shen Zhan looked at Song Mi'er uneasily, and saw that she seemed to be fine, so he glanced at An Jin behind him, and when he saw that An Jin had won the order, he also turned to the middle of the hall.

Here, An Jin quietly bowed down and withdrew to find Qinghe to get Song Mier's coat, and on the other side of the hall, it was He Zhaoyi and Duan Zhaoyi who were playing a song "Returning to Autumn".

The song "Returning to Autumn" was originally an ancient song, the tune was simple and elegant, and the sorrow was endless, like the bleakness of autumn, and the sadness of dead wood, frost and snow, but after several dynasties and generations, the ancient song has been broken, and when it fell to the former genius Pei Jinyu, it was to fill the tune of this broken ancient song, and on the basis of the original became a new song, dedicated to his intended person. This new song retains the simplicity and elegance of the ancient song, but it turns the endless sorrow into the crispness of autumn, and the sadness of the dead wood into the spaciousness of meeting and smiling and the chic of knowing the world and coming out of the red dust.

Therefore, the song "Returning to Autumn" is beautiful, but it is not easy to play it well.

Therefore, He Zhaoyi and Duan Zhaoyi chose such a piece for the ensemble of the piano and flute, and some people couldn't help laughing out loud at the moment, but they took the time to see what tricks they played.

Sure enough, the two of them are superb, and the music is very familiar, but it is only a super high skill, Duan Zhaoyi may be a little better, occasionally a short paragraph really has a feeling of being born indifferently, with her always faint, indifferent to the surrounding world and even her own situation, but tenacious appearance, there is a little bit of a feeling that Qiu is returning, but He Zhaoyi is terrible, she is not a clever person, since this period of time, In order to compete for the wind and be jealous, I also did a lot of cautious things to make people look at jokes behind my back, I saw her playing the jade flute, with a smug look on her face, just saying, look at how skilled my music is, see how superb my skills are!

Her skills can be regarded as superb, there are several notes, all of which are handled in a very ingenious way, and Xiao is played thoroughly, but there is no trace of emotion in this skillful skill, just like a luxurious cloth, it is luxurious, no embroidered pattern, no tailor-made clothes, worn on a beauty, it can only be a pale cloth without the slightest emotion.

And this fabric is still unconscious, where smugness, thinking that the most beautiful beauty in the world will bow to her feet when she sees herself, and everyone will come forward to praise and sigh when she sees her piece of fabric.

He Zhaoyi was so shallow and petty, opened her eyes and looked around, expecting everyone to look at her in amazement, but found that everyone either held back their laughter and drank wine, or pretended not to hear their own playing, and chatted happily with the people next to them. He Zhaoyi raised his eyes to look at Shen Zhan again, but found that he frowned with a solemn expression, and stared at himself with dissatisfaction.