After a while, Lingzhu ran over again with great interest, she sat on the Huanghuali jade armchair, looking at Wanyao with a blank eye. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Being looked at by her like this, Wanyao had no intention of eating it again, and after simply drinking a few sips of pastoral shrimp porridge, she got up. Lingzhu also got up, jumped up and followed her, and asked, "Sister Wan, when will we start?" ”

Wan Yao bypassed the screen and turned to the wardrobe to take a few long yarns that Jin Chun had just found, called Lingzhu over, and wrapped the sleeves of her wide-sleeved kaftan in a circle, Wan Yao said while wrapping it: "Your clothes are too wordy, I'll tie them up and wrap them around your arms, so it's a lot more convenient." ”

Lingzhu stared at a pair of apricot eyes with a curious look.

Then, Wan Yao squatted on the ground again and tore it hard, and Lingzhu's lake-blue long skirt with Danbi gauze pattern hissed, and was torn apart from the middle by Wan Yao.

Lingzhu exclaimed in fright and hid straight back.

After Wan Yao straightened up, she said: "Your skirt is too wordy, acrobatics is a technical job, your clothes are not good, and there are no tights here, I can only change your skirt into pants from local materials, you will practice first, and then I will ask Jinchun to sew a good-looking tights for you according to your size, and wait for the day of the palace banquet, it will definitely amaze you." ”

Lingzhu came back to his senses and asked, "Can it really amaze the Quartet?" ”

Wan Yao smiled lightly and said, "I believe in you, Sister Wan, and I will do what I promised you." ”

Lingzhu showed a smile and said, "Lingzhu believes Sister Wan, so this skirt is torn like this, how should I wear it?" ”

Wan Yao turned around and called Jin Xia, and said, "Jin Xia, you go and bring the needle and thread, and sew the skirt of the county lord of Qingyuan against her trouser leg, don't be too dense, this skirt is not elastic, otherwise she will be very tired." ”

During this period, Wan Yao sent Mo Yi to Miaoxiang Pavilion to ask for five dancing girls with good foundations and slightly stronger ones.

The fire in the house was burning vigorously, and the dancers took off their cotton shirts and wore their middle clothes directly without feeling cold. The heavy hair accessories look clumsy and simple, so they are all removed and combed into a ponytail at the back of the head, which is simple and beautiful. When everything was ready, Wan Yao began to teach several people how to dance like arhats.

The three strongest dancers are at the bottom, the other two are stacked on top, and the spirit beads are at the top.

At first, it is a sonorous and powerful fan dance, like a sword dance, and then it is soothing and slow, and it is used softly, and the end of the dance ends with juggling. After lining up the phalanx, the three of them half-bowed down and let the other two dancers jump up, and the Lingzhu finally flew to the top by the veil hanging from the beam, and finally the five people below opened the fan in a layered manner, like a peacock opening the screen, and the Lingzhu half-covered the floating surface, seducing all beings to take a curtain call.

Lingzhu listened to the unusual excitement, this is a dance that she has never heard of and never seen, so she is also extraordinarily energetic, but when she actually practiced, it was a little more difficult for her, the daughter,

In fact, the whole scene is more difficult, and the most difficult thing is the power fan dance in the front, which is like a sword dance, which requires both flexibility and the charm of a woman.

Lingzhu is always soft when she dances, and she has no strength, so for two days in a row, Wanyao gave up sleeping lazily and accompanied Lingzhu to exercise in the imperial garden.

Lingzhu is also diligent, this morning before dawn, Lingzhu came to Jinmoju, Wanyao got up with sleepy eyes, wearing a thick jacket, hands in their pockets and half-squinted eyes to run in front, followed by Lingzhu, Li'er and a few dancing girls.

The clouds on the horizon gradually turned white, and the first rays of light in the morning shone on the earth, and the morning sun that broke through the clouds illuminated this palace with red walls little by little.

Wan Yao raised her head and looked at the morning glow in the sky, but she was careless and almost tripped over the long skirt, I don't know who it was, she quickly pulled her, and she was caught off guard and planted in the arms of the person who came.

The spirit bead behind him immediately stopped, and when Lian'er saw this, she couldn't help but gasp, and the group knelt on the ground together.

Wan Yao's consciousness had not fully awakened, as if she was still asleep. She stared hard at her eyelids, looked up, and saw that a large black shadow pressed over, covering the rising sun that had just emerged, Wan Yao stared carefully again, and suddenly became energetic, this person was tall, cold and extraordinary, and the handsome face that was quenched by the glow of the sun was expressionless at the moment, so blatantly holding the emperor's daughter-in-law in the palace, who else could it be except for the declining god Yu Wenyong?

Wan Yao grabbed Yu Wenyong's arm and quickly stood up and jumped to the side, she brushed the hem of her clothes, a serious commitment to the blessing, and said with a light smile: "Niece see the emperor's uncle." ”

Yu Wenyong stood with his hands in his hands, looking at her skinny appearance, he couldn't help frowning, and he didn't say anything.

Wan Yao muttered in her heart, the more indifferent Yu Wenyong was, the more irritable Wan Yao became. He hated her as much as she hated him, no less than anyone. Every time they meet, Wanyao has to suffer some losses, so it's better not to wait for him to speak.

So without waiting for Yu Wenyong's words, Wanyao turned around and slipped away.

As if he knew, Yu Wenyong stepped forward with his long legs, grabbed her two steps forward, and picked her up like a chicken.

Lingzhu and Li'er trembled in fright, and hid next to each other, and no one dared to lean forward.

Wanyao kicked her legs wildly, her hands were beating wildly, she was furious, she wanted to scold, but the words that came out of her mouth were swallowed back by her alive.

Wan Yao suddenly thought of Li'er's previous words, in this palace, Yuwen Yong is the biggest, and he has been suppressed by Yuwen Hu again and again, and he is already overwhelmed, Wan Yao entered the palace in such an identity, if she goes up against the wind again, she will know if she doesn't want to. The most important thing is that Yuwen Hu will die in his hands sooner or later, and by that time, her use value will be gone. And Yu Wenyong, who is silent on the surface, is actually full of bad water, and every time he sees him, he doesn't have any good fruit to eat, so it's better to endure it at the moment.

Yuwen Yong saw that Wanyao suddenly became honest, moved the corners of his mouth, thinking that she had learned well, so he put her down. I don't want Wanyao to hit the ground with her feet, like a bow and arrow, swooping out and running far away, she took a few breaths after standing still, made a grimace at Yu Wenyong, and then held her chin high and smiled proudly.

Yuwen Yong's face was full of slaughter, and he was just about to raise his feet and take a step in the direction of Wan Yao, Wan Yao ran away when she saw this, turned her head sideways and said as she ran: "Yu Wen Yong, you are a plague god, I saw you in the early morning I was so fucking unlucky, I can step on shit in my dreams, girl, I'm back to my nest, what should you do, don't follow me." The voice drifted farther and farther with her steps, and the sun lit her up.

Yu Wenyong stood coldly in place and looked at the direction in which Wan Yao disappeared, and did not move in the middle of the sound. In fact, Wanyao didn't know that the shadow she smiled back at was like an empowerment, full of charm, straight to the hearts of people, and refused to disperse for a long time.

Lingzhu and Li'er stood in place in horror, neither walking, nor leaving. My heart was pounding as if it was about to come out. Lingzhu pulled Li'er's hand, Li'er clenched it a little tighter, and pressed her head lower, hoping that Yuwen Yong could treat them as air.

Seeing this, Gonggong Li hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the time for the early dynasty has come, let's ......"