After answering, Wen Ru stepped aside and did not continue to be in the limelight.

She is already the top-notch of all, and since some things are already destined to be obtained, it is better to be generous than to covet them.

Wen Houde nodded, extremely satisfied with his daughter's actions, Mrs. Ning was smiling, but the hand under the table twisted the handkerchief into several circles, during which she gave Wen Wan several glances.

"What's wrong?" There was silence for a moment at the banquet, and Jiang Qiyu asked.

This is not the time to be quiet, either to the last part or to no one showing up.

"If you go back to Gongzi, there should be fifty-six dancing ladies today, and they are drawn by lot, and the steward is counting the lots, and I find that there is one less lot."

Jiang Qiyu lowered her eyes, and a figure suddenly flashed in her mind.

Squeak –

Suddenly, a faint voice came from the door, and a crack suddenly opened in the doorway, penetrating the moonlight outside the door, and a bright light fell to the ground, spreading like a silver thread in the direction of Qi Yao.

The door was thick and heavy, but it was opening at a slow but firm pace.

Until the person outside the door is completely exposed to everyone's sight.

Wen Rao pinched the last stick in her hand, and walked to the center step by step, unlike the different makeup before, she washed all the powder, and only dotted a bright red flower mark on the center of her eyebrows.

"This ......"

"What's going on, why did she come in through the main entrance......"

Ning Xiurong and the others' faces gradually turned cold, with a little surprise in their eyes, and swept the clothes on Wen Rao's body.

Luo sleeves, long skirts, shawls, are all white.

This is clearly ......

"Let's get started." Jiang Qiyu opened her mouth to interrupt everyone's noise, and Le Niang reacted at this time, and the string notes that she had just played for Wen Ru were still recalled in her mind, and they were unforgettable.

Wen Rao cast a grateful glance at Jiang Qiyu, and Jiang Qiyu bowed slightly to her.

Qi Yao leaned back, and Xiao Chun stood beside him for a while, his breath still a little unsteady.

"Your Majesty, Miss Wen, she came to find the slave at the last moment, so the slave ......"

"You've done a good job, and I'll reward you later." Qi Yao said.

When Xiaochun heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that Qi Yao was now in the way of him, so he only thanked him and retreated, so that Qi Yao could put his eyes back on Wen Rao.

The door of the temple was re-closed, but the movement was still a step slower, and the lights in the room went out a lot, and suddenly dimmed.

The palace people added fire unhurriedly, and everyone suddenly found that the most eye-catching thing in the hall was Wen Rao, who was belated, I don't know if it was an illusion, the Wen Rao in their eyes was surrounded by glow.

Wen Ru twisted her eyebrows, if she remembered correctly, Wen Rao was probably wearing a treasure.

It is rumored that in the past, there was a good dancing lady Zhen, who was shocked because of a dance skirt, and the dance skirt was called fairy yarn. The reason why it is called fairy yarn is because it is a fairy yarn left by the god of flowers, and Mrs. Zhen is also the first lady of the flower envoy.

It is conceivable that since then, fairy yarn has been imitated by many people. People have only heard of this dress is snow-white and dusty, but no one has seen its true appearance, but when everyone sees Wen Rao, the first impression that flashes in their minds is fairy yarn.

The moon rises brightly, and the best people are shining.

The authenticity of some things, as long as one is confirmed, then the qiē related to it, like a wick on the same string, each will be lit one by one, convincingly, just like Wen Rao, like fairy yarn, and the glory of the Wang family.

The only condition is that Wen Rao must win.

Because the person who owns the fairy yarn will not lose to others at this flower feast, she will become a legend like a god like Lady Zhen.

The wind outside was whimpering, everyone was inexplicably panicked, the sound of the piano was urgent, Wen Rao glanced back at Wen Ru, and then pulled out the same action as her before, looking provocative.

Wen Ru has a hunch that something will happen today, which is related to Wen Rao and herself.

"Mother, the slave will leave for a while." Yingxiu leaned into her ear and whispered.

Wen Ru didn't say good, nor did she say bad.

When the dance music entered the high tide, Wen Rao suddenly remembered that she had fallen in this section many years ago, rolling at Murong Ju's feet, and was humiliated by him.

She saw Qi Yao's face, his expression at the moment seemed to coincide with Murong Ju, they were also bright yellow dragon robes, her man was also the man of other women, from such a distance, if she would fall, he would not be able to help her.

She closed her eyes, wide sleeves like butterfly wings to cover her face, butterflies love Qionghua, hide the fragrance of the stamen, slender feet, she is like a flower bone, roll up the layers of flower yarn and bloom like a phantom petal, revealing a little bewitching eyebrows, amazing.

Everyone held their breath slightly, and no one dared to make a little noise to disturb the beautiful scenery in front of them. It's just that one of the windows was suddenly suddenly blown out by the wind with a loud noise, the wind was fierce, and the bright lights crackled and jumped out one by one as if they had been agreed, and in the blink of an eye the banquet fell into darkness, Le Niang let out an exclamation, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Instead of imaginary turmoil, there was a dead silence.

All of them could hardly believe their eyes.

The hall was not completely dark, and the woman whose movements stopped abruptly with the sound of the piano was truly visible...... Seeing the dancing clothes on her body clearly, they are actually woven by the moonlight, emitting a faint moonlight, what is it if it is not a fairy yarn?!

Ding——

The sound of the piano sounded again, and Yingxiu, who was hiding in the corner, followed the sound of the piano in astonishment, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything.

"Sister Yingxiu...... It's impossible, I've clearly ......" This is Lin'er's voice, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped, Yingxiu raised her hand and touched the place where Lin'er was standing, only to touch a piece of cold air, and Yingxiu's face turned pale suddenly.

She turned her head again and looked at the only place where there was light, only to see Wen Rao like a god, lonely and cold, and she was the only one standing tall.

It shouldn't be like this......

Yingxiu turned around and wanted to light the candle, but suddenly someone pushed her again, and the fire fold she had just touched fell to the ground and rolled away, she was just about to open her mouth to call someone, and the back of her neck suddenly had a dull pain, and she fell to the ground softly, and she didn't know who was there.

is different from Fang Cai's piano sound, Fang Cai's piano sound can't be said to be bad, as a court musician, how can she be a luthier without a superb piano skill.

It's just that this note is a follow-up to the regrettable disconnection of the music just now.

Someone clearly heard the sound of the strings breaking, but at the moment the sound of the piano was mellow, and it was like a divine help, and no one dared to interrupt it recklessly.

What's even more amazing is that Wen Rao was able to pick up the place that Wen Ru didn't finish, but Wen Ru clearly said that this dance and score are only half.

Half a song, half a dance, one is better than the immortal Wen Rao, so who can the other be? !

The sound of the piano suddenly reversed, it was a long stream of thin water, and the stream was clear and cheerful, and then it became more and more abrupt, as if it had lost its center of gravity, and rushed down the cliff unexpectedly, more than thrilling.

The double enjoyment of sight and sound makes people in a trance, as if they have stepped into another world, and even the clouds on the horizon are changing with brilliance.

I don't know how long it took, the piano danced and stopped, and the lights around him were turned on again, from beginning to end, Qi Yao was a good bystander, because of his silence, so many accidents happened.

"Prince Qiyu, it's you?!" Someone exclaimed.

Everyone raised their eyes and found that Jiang Qiyu was sitting in front of the piano, and the piano in front of him knew that it was extraordinary at a glance, and it could never be the one in front of Fang Cai Le Niang.

"The slave and maid should be damned, the string of the piano just now suddenly broke for some reason, thanks to the prince of Qiyu, this did not interrupt Miss Wen's dance, otherwise, the slave and maid would never have died." Le Niang's face was full of guilt, and she had a piece of gauze wrapped around her hand, and there were blood marks on the surface of the gauze, and she could guess that her hand had just been cut by the strings, and the strings were also broken by her.

"Thank you, Prince Qiyu." Wen Rao slowed her breathing, and then stepped forward and thanked the other party seriously.

In fact, even if the strings continue to sound, Wen Rao may not be able to have the second half, this is completely an accident, the sound of the piano under Jiang Qiyu's fingers is like giving birth to a demonic nature, which shocked her heart and couldn't help it, the blush on her face has not yet receded, and she looks at Jiang Qiyu with a little more admiration and admiration.

In Jiang Qiyu's opinion, she was already amazing, if it weren't for her dancing, how could he so coincidentally finish this song that had been in the middle of the lake for three days.

This is an incomplete score, no one knows the remnants of the score that have been lost, but there is one point, he and Wen Rao cooperate excellently, and the world can see that the answer they give is truly perfect, so where the original remnant score fell is meaningless to him.

"Miss Wen, I should thank you for it." Jiang Qiyu said.

Jiang Qiyu was a little excited, there were very few people who could resonate with him, it was really hard to find a bosom friend, and it was inevitable that he would forget himself for a while, until someone above slammed the cup on the table, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"So, who should be elected the real Lady of the Flower Envoy tonight?" Qi Yao's face was immersed in shadows, but the corners of his lips were hooked with a smile, although he couldn't distinguish his feelings, but the question was really to the point.

Jiang Qiyu frowned in embarrassment when she heard this.

The difficulty is not the choice of Mrs. Flower Envoy, but his identity does not allow him to make a decision at the moment.

"I'm sorry." This is the first time Jiang Qiyu has apologized to a woman like this, and from the moment he participated in the game, he had lost the fairness of his judgment.

Wen Rao shook her head, but her face gradually turned pale, and others only thought that she was worried about herself, thinking that she was obviously underestimating herself. Because even without Jiang Qiyu, others can't tell lies with a clear conscience. When she transcends a certain boundary, others naturally lose their comparability with her, and her dance itself becomes an unsurpassable height, just like Mrs. Zhen back then.

The end was already doomed from the moment she pushed open the door of the temple, but her face became more and more pale, and she did not rejoice in this victory, her expression was more like forbearance.

Not to mention how wonderful Ning Xiurong and the others were, she seemed to be in a trance all the time, isolating everyone's voices, and someone shouted at her several times, but she didn't agree.

"Miss Wen...... Cough, Wen Rao, don't thank you soon! ”

She raised her eyes and saw Gao Lu glaring at her vigorously, and Qi Yao also looked at her silently, but her gaze seemed to have penetrating power, seeing Wen Rao inside and out.

Suddenly, with difficulty, she lifted her leg and took two steps back to leave the hall.

Everyone was confused when they saw this, and they didn't know what was going on, but they heard Qi Yao suddenly say in a cold voice:

"Take her down to me."