Qingluan was born with a light body and flexible waist, and she learned the dance of neon clothes with several days of hard work, and Qingluan easily mastered it in less than three days. And she was originally the queen's hand-picked candidate, so the master of the dance naturally did not dare to slack off. In this way, it didn't take long for her to keep up with her progress and officially join the rehearsal.

During this period, life was boring but fulfilling, and she also met a girl named Shui Qiao. As the name suggests, people are born smart, but their personalities are rare and gentle. During the conversation, I accidentally learned that her family lives in Luoyang, which is very close to Qingluan's hometown, and if she hires a horseman with fast feet, it will only take less than half a day.

Shui Qiao's life experience is also bumpy, and this time he entered the palace to reverse his life. When two women with similar fates get together, they naturally have endless words. Although Qingluan is good friends with Su E, the head of Chaofeng Palace, after all, because of his identity, he can't talk so carefree. Therefore, more often, it is Shui Qiao who is with her.

Shui Qiao is not a woman as tough as her, and she is not even suitable to survive in this deceitful harem. The reason why she is desperate to survive like this is only because there is a man in her hometown who loves her and is willing to wait for her for many years. Because of expectations, because of attachment, I feel that even if I am in purgatory, it is not hard.

That's something Qingluan didn't understand before.

Until the same man appeared, who liked to wear white clothes and was proficient in music. He would hold his hand and watch the snow fly all over the sky, watch the flowers bloom, and watch the meteors fall. He was willing to believe for himself that those who loved her would always wait......

"Sister, what's wrong?" Wu thought that he was in a trance, but he didn't realize that there were faint tears in the depths of his feelings.

"Yo, why is it that the big celebrity in front of the queen mother, the flower girl of the slaves and maids will also have sad things?" The speaker's eyes are slightly raised, his neck is pointed and thin, and he looks charming. At this time, he was standing in the garden with a group of women dressed in green, and at a glance, his appearance was also extremely outstanding.

"Sister Qin'er, how can she understand our girl's kind heart." Before Qingluan could speak, a woman walked out of the corridor and replied with a smile, "The girl is crying for those who are trying to get the stamens of the flowers, but they are suffering by themselves." ”

Qingluan turned around, the woman in the peach-colored long skirt, wearing white velvet, and white eyes and red lips was not Su E. At this time, the snow fell between her eyebrows, and her hands were holding a roll of paper with a bamboo shaft fixed in place, and the yellowish scroll rubbed against the collar of her clothes, making a moving sound of rustling. Seeing that group of palace maids bullying Qingluan, he blurted out some words. Fortunately, although Su E is also a palace maid, she is the head of the queen's side, and those people dare not treat her lightly.

"Su E, why did you come."

"I'll give you the tune," Su E said and then walked down the stairs gracefully, "This is a piece specially composed for your solo dance, the music is very good, the mother just heard it and urged me to send it over." ”

Now the palace maids can be regarded as a ball, they are both stamen and solo dances, plus Qingluan's natural beauty, it is inevitable that she will be jealous. Even Shui Qiao was speechless for a while, looking at her with wide eyes and a look of envy.

The dance master took the score, hummed only two words softly, and immediately stretched his brows. Although she doesn't know what the tone is, she must be very good. After a while, the musician became familiar with the syllables and played them with the strings, but listening to the sound of a tactful and ethereal sound of heaven softened even the afterglow of the setting sun.

That was the first time Qingluan had the urge to dance, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force surging in his body, about to erupt. The music is familiar but unheard of, and it is a fairy music that ordinary people rarely hear in their lifetime. For some reason, the throbbing in her heart pushed her to dance.

Swirling, the skirt yarn is gorgeous. She stretched her waist, which was as thin as a ruler, and her slender legs streaked through the snow. The dance and the music seem to be integrated, and they blend seamlessly. She lowered her eyelids slightly, swirling into an eternal beauty in the golden light, as if she had forgotten her exhaustion. Everyone felt that the next moment she was about to fly into the sky, and the woman who did not belong to the world staged a gorgeous dance step comparable to the neon dress of the feather night in her surprised gaze.

The voice faded away, but the note didn't seem to fade away. It wasn't until the master of the dance involuntarily applauded that he suddenly woke up from his intoxication. This dance should be as you like, and when it touches the depths of the soul, it will be expressed with the beauty of the body. Helplessly, the world is too restrained, and she never dares to break through this shackle, until Qingluan, her unrestrained finally shows a touch of dazzling color.

Her uninhibited dancing dances out of the soul of music, and she can stand on her own without even any whitewashing.

"I already knew that you had talent, and sure enough, a good dance also needs to be lined with good music. Qingluan, you go down to familiarize yourself with the rhythm, and I'll come back in two days. As soon as the master said a word, the palace maids who gathered together also left with interest, leaving room for Qingluan to practice. But Qin'er was the only one, standing in a corner in a daze, her eyes red.

"What's wrong, Sister Qin'er." Seeing her like this, Su E couldn't help but smile coldly, "Do you plan to stay and learn from our Qingluan girl?" It's a pity that some things are destined not to be learned. Su E stood on the steps with his head tilted, and there was a faint hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

The palace maid named Qin'er was blushing and white for a while by her, but she still endured it, walked to Qingluan with small steps, and hesitated: "I know that you don't have a good impression of me, but Qin'er is not vain, just with that song just now, I really want to dance for this." She paused, tears grooming in her eyes. Qin'er wiped away the crystal with a handkerchief, and said again, "Women like us, who have been dancing for a living since childhood, can really feel the soul of music. Maybe you don't believe it, but I just want to dance with you. ”

"Qingluan is the person hand-picked by the queen, how can you dance together." Without waiting for Qingluan to speak, Su E glanced at her coldly, and her disgust became a little stronger, "It's better to restrain your careful thoughts." ”

Although Qingluan didn't know why Su E hated Qin'er so much, she did think about what she had just said. Subconsciously, I always think that it was my sudden appearance that took away her place. It is unreasonable for her to become a flower stamen, neither after a lot of selection nor hard work, so Qingluan already has guilt in her heart, and she has doubts about whether she can take on such a heavy responsibility. There are just people who can sing and dance right now, so why should she worry so much. In short, the emperor is satisfied, and the queen is naturally happy, which is also beneficial to her, and she has promised to give it a try.

The future she hoped for seemed to bloom from the moment she received the score, but she couldn't see the bottomless abyss behind the light.