There are show girls who are exclaiming, and some palace people are screaming in amazement, just because of Concubine Yan's handheld dance that makes people marvel like flying immortals out of the sky......

The last time Concubine Yan danced the palm dance, it was seventeen years ago, and most people in this palace had never seen it, and now when they saw this amazing dance skill, their eyes widened in disbelief.

I saw Concubine Yan's delicate little feet wrapped in soft-soled white cloth shoes quickly dotted on the palms of more than a dozen girls, and her body rotated rapidly.

At this time, Murong Yue was wearing a white trimmed blue and red dyed gold relic skin crane, and was slowly walking from a distance, his eyes were looking at Concubine Yan who was dancing in the palms of many girls, as if she felt Murong Yue's gaze, Concubine Yan looked at Murong Yue provocatively, like a weak willow Fufeng's body slowly slowed down, and tapped in the girl's hand, the snow-white lotus arm was erected, and then the five fingers were opened, the index finger and thumb were pinched together, and the remaining three fingers were erected, turning into a phoenix crown, and gently moved three times above her head, Then he sped up again and spun on the girl's palm.

It wasn't until after seventeen turns that Concubine Yan, who had exhausted her energy, jumped down lightly, and Ying Ying bowed down to Emperor Nalan.

"Good!" Emperor Nalan stood up excitedly, stepped down the steps, excitedly stretched out his hand to help Concubine Yan up, and praised him: "Concubine Ai's dance, compared to seventeen years ago, is a little better, I haven't seen you dance this palm dance for seventeen years, every time I want to see it, I always be cut back by Concubine Ai because of physical discomfort, it seems that I really have to thank Princess Xingyue for the arrival today, so that I can feast my eyes again!" ”

Only then did everyone come back to their senses from Concubine Yan's amazing dancing skills, and immediately applause erupted, and the voices of surprise were endless, and many show girls and palace people looked at Concubine Yan's eyes full of admiration, after all, such a divine dance is not something that everyone can dance.

Concubine Mei and Concubine Yun and other concubines all looked at Concubine Yan with jealousy, if this Concubine Yan just had an empty appearance, she still had a weak and boneless, graceful body, and this unprecedented dancing, which made them not feel jealous and hateful.

As long as there is Concubine Yan in one day, plus the friendship between the queen and the Nalan Emperor for 20 years, in the Nalan Palace, everyone knows that there is Queen Nalan in the east and Concubine Yan in the west, they will not be able to occupy the eyes of the Nalan Emperor, if it were not for the Nalan Emperor to take care of the royal heirs, the rain and dew will be wet, I am afraid that they will not even be able to see the face of the Nalan Emperor a few times!

"The emperor is serious, the concubines are just worried that if they really dance this palm dance often, the emperor will be tired of watching it, but he will lose interest in the concubines, if so, the concubines will not lose the emperor's favor!" Concubine Yan's eyes glanced at Emperor Nalan lightly, and she said delicately. The coquettishness between the demeanors is more than the twenty-eight-year-old girl, and it is a little more charm after years of precipitation, which makes people yearn for it.

"Concubine Ai's words are wrong, Concubine Ai's dance is peerless, how can I be tired of seeing Concubine Ai! No matter what posture the concubine is, in my heart, it is a thousand styles, how can I see enough? Emperor Nalan stretched out his hand and stroked it gently on Concubine Yan's soft lily, with a thick doting in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, don't let people see jokes!" Concubine Yan shy retracted her softness, and said instead: "Now that Princess Xingyue is not bad, how does the emperor know that her dancing will not be better than that of the concubine!" ”

"The concubine's temperament is so competitive, okay! Then I'll wait and see if the dance of this Princess Xingyue is as magical as the rumors. When Emperor Nalan heard Concubine Yan say this, he turned around and sat back on the dragon chair, and Concubine Yan also sat down in her place, looking at Murong Yue with a stinging gaze.

I saw Murong Yue wearing a white trimmed blue and red dyed gold relic skin slowly walked on the stage, bowed elegantly to Emperor Nalan, and asked: "Emperor Nalan, do these dances, paintings, and poems have to be compared separately, or can they be performed together?" ”

"Oh? What does Princess Xingyue mean by this? Do you want to perform this dance, painting, and poetry all at once? Emperor Nalan was stunned by Murong Yue's words, and then came back to his senses and asked.

"Back to Emperor Nalan, Yue'er has this intention, and I ask Emperor Nalan for permission!" Murong Yue opened his mouth and said.

"Won't this be too embarrassing for Princess Xingyue? I've never heard of anyone performing this dance, painting and poetry together! "Emperor Nalan's words are not to embarrass Murong Yue, but it is true, after all, whether it is dancing or painting and poetry, it takes a certain amount of energy to carry out, dancing and painting require a certain amount of physical strength to support, if it is carried out together, it will definitely not be able to take care of one of them, but Murong Yue proposed to do it together, how can this not make Emperor Nalan worry. V5qn。

Although Murong Yue's current identity is still the princess of the Beichen Dynasty, she is also Nalan Ye's fiancée, if Murong Yue loses too ugly, it will inevitably affect Nalan Ye's reputation, so Nalan Huang will have this concern.

"Emperor Nalan, please rest assured, Yue'er is sure!" There was a confident smile on the corner of Murong Yue's mouth, and her beautiful face exuded a divine glow under the sun, which made people breathe wildly.

"In that case, I will be approved, Princess Xingyue will do her best, and I will look forward to the surprise you will bring me!" Nalan Huang was also looking forward to Murong Yue's performance in his heart, and immediately waved his hand, signaling that Murong Yue could start preparing.

Not only was Emperor Nalan strange, but even Queen Nalan on the side looked at Murong Yue curiously, even if she was well-read and well-known about the world, she had never heard of anyone being able to write poems in the dance, what kind of pass was this Murong Yue?

After hearing Murong Yue's words, Nalan Crystal below pursed his lips disdainfully, and said to the county lord Xiangqi beside him: "Xiangqi, what the hell is this Murong Yue doing, is it because he is afraid that he will lose, and deliberately makes some gimmicks to attract people's attention?" ”

After listening to Nalan Jing's words, Lord Xiangqi shook his head inexplicably, and said: "Princess, Xiangqi doesn't understand what this Princess Xingyue wants to do, but since she will make this request, she must have a certain degree of certainty before she dares to perform in public, we will wait and see!" ”

In the prince's seat, Nalan Ye looked eagerly at Murong Yue, who ordered the palace people to prepare, with a proud smile on the corner of his mouth, even if others were doubting whether Murong Yue could dance, paint, and poem together, he never had half a doubt, even if Murong Yue could even create that kind of unheard-of musical mechanism, the combination of these three skills would not stump her, besides, with his understanding of Murong Yue, since Murong Yue could bring it up on his own, he would definitely be able to do it.

Nalan Yun glanced deeply at Nalan Ye beside him, and was slightly stunned after seeing his determined gaze, and then turned his inquiring gaze to Murong Yue, in his cognition, the dance of the mother concubine is a must in the Crescent Moon Continent, but this Murong Yue, after watching the dance of her mother, clearly did not have half a bit of surprise and blow, there was only admiration and appreciation in her eyes, as if she was appreciating a dance that was relatively outstanding in her cognition.

Could it be that this girl who is only fourteen years old is really sure to beat her mother?

Nalan Yun speculated in his heart, and looked at Murong Yue's gaze, which became more and more meaningful.

After a short time, I saw ten palace people carrying up ten giant drums of different sizes, placed them on the ground, and paved an alternative stage, and two eunuchs, carrying a huge white cloth made of paintings, erected and stabilized next to the giant drums, and then before the frame, placed a full set of pen and ink needed for many painting inscriptions, and then retreated.

After Murong Yue saw that the things he needed were ready, he untied the white trimmed blue and red dyed gold relics skin he was wearing, and as the big one slipped off, the dance clothes Murong Yue was wearing appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the dance clothes worn by the girl, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, and their eyes couldn't help but be dyed with amazement.

The appearance of Murong Yue when she was wearing a white embroidered skirt has already been seen by everyone, and she was as holy and elegant as the white lotus on the snowy mountain, which can only be seen from a distance and cannot be desecrated.

And now, the girl in the light water blue soft smoke skirt is like a god in the water, cold and unparalleled, but bright as a flower, so beautiful that she doesn't seem to be a person in the world.

Suddenly, only a few silver bells rang by Ling Ling, and people realized that at some point, the girl's wrists and ankles were wearing several pairs of silver rings of different sizes, and on top of the silver rings, there were delicate silver bells.

With the girl's step-by-step grace, she made a refreshing and refreshing sound.

And at this time, people found out that Murong Yue didn't let people accompany her dance, could it be that she wanted to rely on these silver bells and giant drums to accompany herself?

Just when people were in doubt, they saw Murong Yue leap into the air, and his body fell on the edge of the giant drum lightly, and then, with a slight lift of his foot, under the bated breath of the people, the slender foot wearing two-color satin peacock thread bead embroidered hibiscus soft-soled shoes was gently stacked, only to listen to "Knock!" There was a thud.

This sound seems to knock into the deepest part of people's hearts, and opens the journey of people's listening.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Yue swayed her delicate body lightly, danced, and every time her feet landed on the giant drum, it brought a rhythmic drum sound. The voice was slow, the voice was soft, as if the drum sound full of passionate power had become subdued and rich in emotion after it was sent out by Murong Yue's jade feet.

Murong Yue waved his hands lightly, the sound of the silver bell on the bracelet, with the sound of the drum under his feet, converged together, playing a song like a heavenly sound, in the drum, Murong Yue's clear voice sounded melodiously: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight......"

With Murong Yue's light and graceful dancing posture, the wide wide sleeves open and close to cover it, which sets off her beautiful posture. Everyone watched her graceful dancing in fascination, almost forgetting to breathe.

Murong Yue's red lips opened and closed slightly, like jade shell teeth appearing and disappearing from time to time, and between the autumn eyes, the charming and unparalleled face, everyone present was heartbeat, as if Murong Yue's every eye had seen into the depths of his heart.

Suddenly, Murong Yue jumped high and fell heavily, only to hear "Bang!" With a bang, she landed firmly in front of the frame, with her right foot as the axis. Gently stretching his long sleeves, he rolled up a thick wolf pen, dipped in ink, and painted on the canvas as fast as lightning.

Even when she is painting, she rotates her delicate body, and as the long canvas rotates, it turns faster and faster. The wolf's pen also swung up and down like lightning.

With the dancing, the pen in Murong Yue's hand has changed from the largest wolf pen to the thinnest brush, during which Murong Yue has exhausted all kinds of techniques, splashing ink, pointing, poking, sweeping, drawing, painting, pens of various sizes, under her hands, as if there is life as flexible.

As the drum under Murong Yue's feet once again walked from the excitement into the entanglement, Murong Yue suddenly threw out the blue ribbon in his sleeve, and wrapped it around a big tree not far away, and then flew up from the ground without authorization, Murong Yue flew in the air with the water blue ribbon, slender feet, fluttering clothes, like a Lingbo fairy, holding the largest wolf pen in his hand, with his own flying, quickly swaying on the canvas, so fast that he could barely see the gesture of the gesture, Let everyone below applaud uncontrollably, completely forgetting where they are at the moment.

Finally, Murong Yue's body slowly fell to the ground, and with her fall, the last stroke was over.

"Boom!" The people struggled to stand up, and the applause was like thunder. Because Murong Yue's performance is really too exciting, it can be said that it completely overshadowed Concubine Yan's previous limelight.

Now call one. No matter how beautiful Concubine Yan's dance is, after all, it is only limited to the word "dance".

And the dance of the girl in front of her is no longer just a dance, it can be said that Murong Yue's performance is a convergence of the limits that people can imagine.

Singing, dancing, accompaniment, painting, inscription, and poetry are performed at the same time, without affecting any other kind of performance, without interrupting even a moment of dancing.

You don't even need to look at what Murong Yue painted, just listening to the passionate at that time, sometimes lingering, sometimes clear, sometimes heavy drums, it is already a feast for the ears, not to mention, how Murong Yue's dance is pleasing to the eye!

Nalan Ye looked at Murong Yue's gaze, it was already an inevitable desire, at this time, he couldn't wait to be able to turn Murong Yue into his own person immediately, but unfortunately, Emperor Beichen had already made a will, and he was not allowed to blaspheme Murong Yue until Murong Yue and Lu were gone, if it weren't for this, how could Nalan Ye always guard the defense of men and women, let Murong Yue live in the Moon Garden, not take possession of her, and let her become his own woman.

One year, one year to go, he must use all means to make the woman in front of him surrender to him, take her body and mind into his arms, embrace her, sit on the supreme position together, share this great mountain and river with her, and make her the most noble woman in this world - his woman!

At this moment, not only Nalan Ye was like this, but Nalan Yun was also looking at Murong Yue in general.

Nalan Yun has never married a concubine yet, and the failure to achieve a major event is a reason, but not being able to meet a woman who makes her heart excited is the real reason.

In his opinion, there is no more perfect woman like his mother in the world, since he can't meet someone he likes, why force himself to live an unhappy life with a woman who is annoying to him.

Nalan Yun is a person who pursues perfection, and it is precisely because of this that he is a rare prince among many princes who has never been close to women. He thought that he would be lonely for the rest of his life, but he never thought that when he had already recognized this fact, he would meet a woman like Murong Yue who was as beautiful as Luo Shen in the water.

"Murong Yue! Murong Yue! ......" Nalan Yun's heart called this name thousands of times, and the eyes that looked at Murong Yue appeared for the first time in his life, and now Murong Yue is still Nalan Ye's fiancée, fortunately, she is only a fiancée, everything is still in time, as long as she succeeds in her work, she will marry her as the queen and offer her true heart, she will definitely be able to win Murong Yue's heart. 13605551

No matter what, he must get the woman in front of him, even if he doesn't want this country, he must get the girl in front of him.

Nalan Yun clenched the wine glass in his hand tightly, breathing heavily for his fast-beating heart.

"Good! That's great! Emperor Nalan looked at the girl in front of him with fiery eyes, Rao is the emperor he has been an emperor for more than 20 years, and he has all kinds of beauties, and he never thought that he would be so talented and beautiful in the world.

"Princess Xingyue, you are indeed a woman who is called a peacock fairy by the envoys of all countries, in my opinion, you are not only a peacock fairy, but also a god in the water! I always thought that Concubine Yan's dance was a unique dance in this world, but I didn't want to, there are people outside the world, and your dance is thousands of times better than Concubine Yan's dance! ”

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The second chapter is out, this dance is really difficult to write, An Ran doesn't know how many brain cells have died today, and it has finally been written! I've lost a lot of my hair! Sorrowful! I'm really worried that one day, I will become bald, then it will be troublesome ==!