At this moment, a horse not far away was galloping over, Ming Yulong's eyes lit up, his slender waist twisted, and Ling Bo stepped forward, which could be seen falling on the top of the horse that was stepping on.

As soon as he fell, he put on a dance posture and immediately closed the rhythm, and no matter who the knight was, he kept a sweet smile and said:

"Pull your horse, I'll thank you when I'm done!"

I don't know if this person heard it or not, Ming Yulong stepped on the horse's head lightly on his toes, and began to spin with the music.

The man drove his horse forward and jumped onto the low platform of the performance.

The sound of the piano is fluttering, and the silk and bamboo are continuous

Everyone only saw the woman in white lightly stepping on the high head of the ink-colored horse, with white marks on her toes, and her long black hair was like a black brocade, fluttering out of dark flowers in the air.

The long silk in her hand had broken and was replaced by a snow belt of the same color as her long skirt, waving out circles of white swirls that surrounded her whole body.

The swirling white skirt raises the elegance of falling flowers in spring, the enthusiasm of the sun in summer, the color of falling leaves in autumn, and the lightness of snowflakes in winter.

No one could have imagined that someone would be able to stand on the head of a horse and dance.

No one could have imagined that someone could fall from a high platform and still maintain their composure, a good piece of music, and a perfect dance to the sky.

At this time, the figure on the horse was no longer a mortal, she was like a fairy who wanted to ride the wind in the song, with long cloud sleeves and flowing skirts, like a gust of wind could sweep her slender figure away.

The talented son even made a poem on the spot-

Snow clothes and water sleeves butterflies play flowers, and Chu waist brocade dances the sky yarn. If it weren't for the jade platform upstairs, it would be suspected that the fairy came down to earth.

At the end of the music, it gradually weakened, and then fell, as well as the constantly rotating figure, as if the white lotus in full bloom finally bloomed to the extreme, and slowly quieted down.

Silence, deathly silence in the square.

Everyone watched the girl dance dumbfounded, but they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Some people even raised their hands to wipe their eyes to see if the scene in front of them was all illusions, this fairy-like girl, is it really the rumored stupid Miss Mingfu?

The wine glass in Wang Ming's hand fell with a bang, and he didn't notice it when it hit his feet.

Ming Yulong, who was regarded as a fairy by everyone, fell from the horse's head with a bang when the music dropped the last string and fell into a broad and majestic chest.

At this time, he was complaining that the balance of this body was really not very good, and Ming Yulong, who had already dizzy after twenty turns, remembered.

She seemed to have landed on someone else's steed, and lifted her eyelids to look at the person who had helped her just now.

This is a very handsome man.

Looking from the bottom up, you can see his resolute chin, and a few emerging cyan stubble are not willing to be lonely on his wheat-colored skin.

The high bridge of the nose is like a majestic mountain, like a straight line that has been pulled, the eyebrow bone is slightly protruding, the eyebrows are very dark, and there must be a pair of deep eyes.

"How are you going to thank me?"

The man lowered his head, as Ming Yulong expected, under his flying eyebrows, there were a pair of pale blue eyes, slightly sunken, looking very focused and domineering when looking at people