Because of Xiyue's words, the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly became a concubine above 10,000 people under one person, and the emperor seemed to agree with Princess Xiyue's decision, without caring about the green tendons on the queen's forehead!

Xiyue looked at the queen's expression and silently sarcastic, this woman will have to suffer the consequences after all.

"I don't know what hobbies I have?"

The emperor looked at Wang Yuying and asked with a smile, and the others were also staring at Wang Yuying, with envy on their faces, what kind of favor did this woman get to have such good luck, and it also showed the weight of this Xiyue princess in the emperor's heart.

The prime minister replied with a smile, "Your Majesty, the little girl is good at dancing, especially the neon dress and feather dance that His Majesty likes." ”

"Oh? The concubine is really impressive, come on, take my piano, and today I will stroke the concubine. ”

"Please let Concubine Rong go and change her clothes."

"Go ahead, it's time to play."

Wang Yuying touched the dance clothes she had prepared, this was the dance clothes she had embroidered herself, and the silver needles in her hands slid over the wings of the cicada like flowing water, one wave, one wave, the tail feathers of the acacia bird seemed to be attached to the cicada wings like life, and the petals of the dewy flowers also bloomed on the cicada wings. With a wave of his hand, he sprinkled the powder of the colorful stone on the neon feather coat, and in an instant, the neon feather coat was full of the color of life, and a ring of colorful flow marks slid on the cicada wings, on the tail feathers, and on the petals. This dress was used to attract the emperor's attention during the sacrifice, but I didn't expect that before the sacrifice, this dress was about to be used.

Wang Yuying changed her clothes and walked into the hall, her beauty was not how vulgar it was, but today's dress attracted everyone.

The dancers on the side wore peacock feathers inlaid with jewels and other ornaments, pastel-colored skirts, draped in xiaxia veils, and wore a step on their heads, surrounding her.

The emperor looked at Wang Yuying, the expression in his eyes was faint, but he covered up the past well, his fingers ran over the strings, and a series of piano sounds echoed in the hall.

The light rotation is like a snowflake, and the vigorous forward is like a frightened swimming dragon. The hanging hands are as delicate and weak as willow silk, and the dance skirt floats diagonally like a white cloud. The beautiful eyebrows are looking forward to the delicate state, and the dancing sleeves are fluttering in the wind with ten thousand styles. The fast-paced twelfth dance is rich and gorgeous, as bright and crisp as a beating pearl hitting a piece of jade. At the end of the dance, it is like a flying phoenix retracting its wings, and the aftermath of the dance music is endless, like a long crane singing. The sound of the flute rises softly, the long sleeves of the ladies dance, and countless delicate petals gently fly between the heaven and the earth, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. The dozens of dancing girls have blooming buds, spread out to the surroundings, in the rain of flowers, a beautiful girl in white, like a hollow valley orchid appeared, with her light and graceful, fluttering like a fairy dance, wide wide sleeves open and close to cover, but also set off her thousands of beautiful posture. Everyone watched her graceful dancing in fascination, almost forgetting to breathe. The girl's eyes were so beautiful that everyone present had their hearts beating, as if they were thinking that she was looking at themselves.

Suddenly, I saw her bend her waist to take a slight step, showing her wrist in the light yarn. The eyes are full of spring water, and the jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin are obliquely inserted in the bun on the head. Xiangjiao jade is tender and delicate and beautiful than flowers, and her fingers are like cutting onions, and her mouth is like containing Zhu Dan, and her smile touches people's souls. The face of the spring water is like clotted fat, the white peony smoke Luo soft yarn, the colorful neon skirt that mops the floor, and the body is soft and soothing, which is really a bit of a powdery and crispy and delicate taste.

Xiyue took a sip of the wine in front of her, stuck out her tongue, this woman's appearance was obviously not good, this smile revealed the meaning of charm, the daughter of the Wang family is really not simple.

The queen watched the emperor play the piano in person, although she was displeased, but when she saw her father's warning eyes, she still held up a generous demeanor, and couldn't help but warn herself that she was the queen, she could endure it, she could endure it, and one day the emperor would know that only she was the one who really loved him.

After the dance, the emperor's eyes looking at Wang Yuying were also quite meaningful, and the queen said faintly:

"I used to be the emperor and served the emperor, and I once accompanied the banquet in Zhaoyang. There are thousands of songs and dances, and I love the neon dress dance the most.

During the dance, the cold food spring breeze day, the jade hook bar under the incense case. The dancer in front of the case, Yan Ruyu, does not wear other people's customary clothes.

The rainbow dress shook the crown step by step, and the day was full of Pei Shanshan. Wan Ting doesn't seem to let Luo Qi go, and Gu Tingle is suspended.

The chime and the flute were mixed with each other, and the sound of hitting and playing was loud. The six pieces of the scattered prelude are not moved, and the balcony is lazy and does not fly.

At the beginning of the shooting, the autumn bamboo pole was cracked and the spring ice was dismantled. Drifting back to the snow light, Yanran sent the dragon frightened.

The willow is weak after the small hanging hand, and the clouds are about to be born when the slanted skirt is swaying. The moth is slightly overwhelmed, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.

Shangyuan dotted the calyx green, and the queen mother waved goodbye Feiqiong. The complex sound is urgent twelve times, and the jumping beads shake the jade He sonorous.

Xiangluan danced but retracted his wings, and the crane song was long at the end. At that time, it was shocking at first glance, and it was not enough to stare at the truth.

After falling into the world for ** years, my ears are cold and I have never heard this song. Huangcheng listens to the mandrill, and Baxia only hears the cuckoo crying.

In the second year of emigrating Qian Tang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. Linglong Gong Hou thanked Hao Zheng, Chen Pet said Li Shen Pingsheng.

The crisp strings are slender and slender, and the neon clothes are taught to be a song. On the shore of the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, the front and back should only be pressed three times.

Then he threw away his concubines, and now the stars are scattered. In May this year, he went to Suzhou and urged his head to be white.

Greedy to watch the case, often invade the night, and do not listen to sheng songs until autumn. Autumn has nothing to do and is boring, and suddenly there is nowhere to ask.

Wen Jun has a lot of musicians in the department, and asks if there are any neon dancers. Answer: 100,000 households in seven counties, no one knows that there is a neon dance.

Only send a long song with me, titled as a neon dress and feather cloth. The four pieces of flower paper are blue and red, and the neon clothes are recorded in them.

The thousands of postures are clearly seen, just the same as the Zhaoyang dancers. It seems to be a sight of the shape in front of me, and the past and the present are the same.

Suspicion is called from the soul dream, as if written in a danqing picture. I love Ni Xiang Jun Hezhi, sent in the form of songs and poems.

In the past, I didn't see the song clouds, and I was shocked by the song of the neon clothes and feathers. I don't see my poetry again, when the song loves Ni Shang and is not filmed.

There is always a master for everything, and the Yang family has created a sound of the monarch's fate. Jun said that this dance is rare, and it must be a poor girl in the city.

Wu Demon Xiaoyu flew into smoke, and Yue Yan Xi Shi turned into soil. Jiaohua smiled for a long time, and the baby hall was empty.

As you say, you are sincere, and you try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to be passed on, but I am afraid that this dance will be abolished in the world.

The advantages and disadvantages of Yanyuan are far apart, and most of them are only lifted by people. Li Juan and Zhang Zhijun are not suspicious, and they also plan to follow and teach. ”

After reading it, the queen turned her head to look at the emperor, "What does Your Majesty think?" ”

The emperor frowned, he originally thought that the dance was good, but I don't know why it was minus three points after the queen's mouth.

Xiyue looked at Wang Yuying, and also looked at the emperor with an expectant face.

Xiyue coughed and looked at the emperor, "This palace is really like a dragon watching the dance of the concubine Niangniang." ”

The emperor looked at the warning in his daughter's eyes and sighed, alas, it was really a big woman