"Shocking?" Cheng Yingyu repeated the name over and over again, her mind buzzing.

"Yes! The second girl, the daughter of the Yang family, participated in the election with dance, and the selected dance was "Shocking"! Liuxiang's little face was pale and panicked.

On the shore of West Lake, the final selection. Needless to say, there are thousands of bustling and prosperous, anyway, the wind and moon in the south of the country, and the beauty of the entire dynasty are gathered in the Slender West Lake.

The crowd was crowded, the princes and nobles watched in the field, the people looked outside the field, and the visitors from other places who did not squeeze into the position climbed the lakeside mountain, and the heads of the mountains were piled up.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, the smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, and the difference of 100,000 people. The Qiang pipe is clear, the Lingge is full of night, and thousands of horses have high teeth.

Today's West Lake, south of the Autumn River, the world is moving when choosing a wife, and it is probably such a green history.

Set up a nine-foot royal platform in the north, hang down the golden silk soft Luo tent, the sage Zhao Yin in the tent and Liu Hui followed, with a dry royal relatives fortunate to come, testify with their own eyes God-given marriage, the head of the Qian family Qian curtain accompanied the driving and pouring wine, purple shirt and luxurious green eyes.

How much people are looking forward to the scene, Cheng Yingyu is panicked in her heart.

There is only flowing incense by her side. Zhao Xiyan accompanied the sage, Rong Wei accompanied Zhao Xiche, Su Qian accompanied Qian Wei, Qin Nanxiang accompanied Qian Mu, and even Shen Yin was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he did not appear today.

She, "Yin Sheng", is really down-and-out compared with the Yang family's pomp and circumstance opposite the stars and moons.

The key is that God still hasn't opened his eyes, and when Liuxiang went to inquire about the Yang family's candidacy for the dance, he brought back this news that was so bad that it couldn't be worse.

""Shocking", I actually used "Shocking" to my "Lingbo", and the target should not be too obvious." Cheng Ying's fingertips clenched.

"Ling Bo" is her new dance adapted from "Green Waist", which takes the meaning of fluttering like a fairy, and the biggest chance of winning lies in the word "new".

No one has ever seen that even if the real kung fu is a little worse, you can get a full house.

"Shocking" is a famous dance repertoire that has been circulated for a long time in the Great Zhou, it is difficult to dance, and it is very difficult to pick the basic skills, and the dancers all started to practice at the age of seven or eight, and it took ten years to see the foundation.

The key is that "Shocking" also takes the meaning of fluttering like a fairy, and her "Lingbo" just coincides, and the word "new" is useless.

On the one hand, it is a solid child's work, and on the other hand, it is a quick adaptation, in which the superior and the inferior are too easy to compare.

"Shocking" played "Lingbo", and it was played so neatly, and all of them were in the middle of the seven-inch lifeline, so Cheng Yingyi had to doubt-

"Limbo" was leaked in advance.

The choreographies of the two parties in the final selection are strictly confidential, and now the Yang family is about to take the stage, so Liuxiang can inquire about the movement.

"Damn !!"

Cheng Ying was furious, and golden flowers burst out in front of her, her body was already not good, and now her legs were floating up.

Hell, even if Qian Mu is prepared for her to lose, but Yang Cao Zizi wolf and tiger fight, causing more wind and rain and obscurity, it is really a trick that Qian Mu has no trick to recruit.

Her Cheng Yingyu won the game, which was indeed the least loss and the most peaceful way to break the game. Besides, after practicing dancing for so many days, with a lot of fanfare, she Cheng 13 also held back her competitive spirit, who is afraid of anyone who is also a lady.

"Who leaked Limbo...... Who ......" Cheng Ying gritted her teeth in anger, the faces of the people who had been practicing with her in the past few days had flashed in her mind, and she didn't think of a flaw for a while.

"Girl, don't be angry, you are already sick, in case it is coming, there will be three long and two short, the slave maid ......" Liuxiang was about to cry, hugged the medicine box, and stuffed the ginseng slices into Cheng Ying's mouth.

At this moment, the cheers were like thunder, the applause was thunderous, and while the two were talking, the Yang family girl had finished dancing.

The osmanthus branches on the stage are paved with gold.

The final selection was judged by the literati with a head and face in the south of the Yangtze River, and the way was to throw osmanthus branches on the stage.

In October, the golden osmanthus fairy dance, with many osmanthus branches, is to win the championship.

In the thick incense of cinnamon, the smile of Emperor Zhao Yin came from the imperial platform.

"Good! "Shocking" is a dance in the world! is worthy of being the daughter of the Yang family, such a beauty, don't miss the head of the Qian family! ”

Zhao Yin had something to say, he was in a good mood, the civil and military officials also echoed it, the money curtain toasted and bowed, everyone was sure that the Yang family would win, and even the powerful had begun to congratulate the Yang family, and the limelight and flattery were burning like fire.

Before she Cheng Yingyu played, no one cared.

"I'm! Which wicked villain harms me! Regardless of whether the chess game is won or lost, this is intended to slap me in the face in public, shame my ability, this viciousness! ”

Cheng Yingyu was left aside, her heart was burning, her mouth was bitter, and the wind and cold that she had been suffering for days made her spirit chaotic, and she really wanted to find out the little ghost who leaked the secret now.

Suddenly, with a plop, Liuxiang knelt down, and stared at Cheng Ying with a miserable little face.

"Slave, slave and slave... There's a plan, perhaps..."

"A dead horse should be a live horse doctor! Say it! I'm the only one with you right now! ”

Cheng Yingyu only listened attentively. Liuxiang can help Zhao Xiyan change the score, maybe she has a lot of background, and her words cannot be underestimated.

"Yin's dance "Lingbo", a new dance? The sixth child was also dragged to play the gonghou? Oh, interesting, let's get started. The voice of the saint Zhao Yin came.

"Shangkou: Yin's preparation dance! Dance: "Limbo"! ”

Under the order of the inner servant, the special Linfeng jade platform was pulled to the lakeside, and the sparse gaze was cast, and the sixth prince Zhao Xiyan walked down the imperial platform, hugged Konghou, and looked at Cheng Yingyan.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

"Hurry up and say the law!" Cheng Ying whispered to Liuxiang, "No matter what I don't have a wife today, even for this breath, I have to win!" Dare to make a fool of me behind my back? Oh, it's ironclad! ”

Liuxiang's eyes were red and choked: "The girl doesn't want to contain ginseng tablets, just support the sick body to jump...... Don't hide it, you will get sick...... Xizi is heartfelt! ”

"Xizi holds the heart?!"

Cheng Ying's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and she was overjoyed, grateful, and up.

Abandon the fluttering immortal in the battle, and change to Xizi is sick and weak, the way is a good way, but it is too risky.

Her wind and cold have not been good, this dance practice is all refreshed by ginseng films, if you don't have ginseng films, you will dance "Lingbo", throw the nine-foot water sleeves, there is no strength to support it.

"Why hasn't Yin played yet? Scared? Also, the Yang family's daughter "Shocking" is gorgeous, and no one has the courage to compare! ”

Because the waiting time was too long, the people talked a lot, laughing at Yin's stage fright, and Long Yan on the royal stage was also slightly angry, and there was no good singing voice.

Cheng Yingyu pinched her forearm fiercely, the pain made her head clear, she looked at the imperial platform, Qian Mu smiled, and nodded to her, Su Qian and Qian Wei were slightly worried, Qin Nanxiang stood behind, and couldn't see what her expression was.

Bang, with a loud bang, Cheng Yingyu threw away the medicine box of ginseng tablets, put on a white Luo veil, and walked on the Linfeng Jade Terrace, if a female general goes to the battlefield, she Cheng Thirteen, smashing the field.

The woman first signaled to Zhao Xiyan, who was holding Konghou in her arms, glared at the spectators who were still talking about the Yang family, and smiled at the emperor and queen who were high above.

"Courtier, Yin Sheng, dance name "Ling Bo"!"

Zhao Xiyan flicked his fingertips, the sound of Gong Hou entered the clouds, and with a wave of his sleeves, Xizi was pitiful.

……

Cheng Yingyu didn't know how to finish the dance, there was no ginseng film, there was no strength to support it, the dance skirt that everyone couldn't see was soaked with sweat, and there were bursts of golden flowers in front of her eyes, and the sky was surging with halos.

lived like a year, gritted his teeth, and finally the last note of Zhao Xiyan's gonghou fell, and Cheng Ying's water sleeves fell.

It was quiet, she didn't know if she was too sick and had a delusion, and it was quiet at that moment.

Then the overwhelming osmanthus branches were thrown at her.

……

"Girl! Slave and maid help you down! It's a slave! Liuxiang's voice sounded in his ears, suppressing his crying.

Walking off the stage, I vaguely saw Su Qian, Qian Wei, Zhao Xiyan, Zhao Xiche, and Rong Wei, all hurriedly hugging her, and the shouting of Lang Zhong to prepare decoction medicine was noisy.

Only the money curtain and Qinnan Township are missing.

Cheng Ying tugged at the corners of her mouth, wanted to laugh, she had no strength, she was sick like a mountain, and typhoid fever was menacing, and she instantly chiseled her internal organs.

"Little Thirteen won..."

This is Cheng Ying's last sentence before she sobers up, and it is a sentence that she looks for her husband all over her, and she is as proud and slightly lonely as a child.

And Qian Mu, the main owner of the bull's-eye of the turmoil, was far away from the West Lake and the crowd, stumbling back to Qianfu.

Because all the excitement was focused on the final election, not many people noticed the man.

He was alone, walking in the autumn wind of October, his steps were very unsteady, staggering step by step, and he had to hold on to the alley horse wall all the way to move forward.

The wind rises, the south is cool, the purple shirt is bleak, this back image is lost soul, and the barren world is like falling into a dream.

I could faintly hear him whispering all the way: "Won...... She really won...... Really won ......"

Just rushed back to the Qian Mansion, passed through the shadow of Taihu Lake Shizhu, and the Qian curtain came to the Qian Family Ancestral Hall, and then knelt down.

It was too dull, and his knees slammed on the white stone floor, and all the strength of his body was exhausted.

Loyalty and filial piety are grand, Qingfen is guarded, and the royal plaques of the kings of the past dynasties are hung high under the black tiles. The eight trainings of the king of Wusu, the posthumous training of the king of Wusu, the family training of the Qian family, the family training of thousands of years, the descendants of the future generations.

Jiangnan Qian's family, the unification of famous families, the unity of Wu Yue's people's hearts, and the flawless Dan heart in green history (Note 1).

Qian Mu began to make a big salute, kneeling down again and again, kowtowing, getting up, kneeling, and doing it extremely solemnly again and again, as an ordinary Qian family's son.

I don't know how many times, blood seeped from his knees, forehead, palms, and even elbows, and he knelt down like a demon, making the purple shirt instantly bloodstained.

Ninety-nine eighty-one, the man actually knelt down and worshiped eighty-one times, and the Buddha said, ninety-nine return to the truth, extreme, or prove Buddha, save hell.

Qian Mu stopped, his face was like gold paper, his teeth were shaking, his hands and feet were trembling, and he looked at the ancestors and ancestors in the ancestral hall.

"The Qian family is not filial, the Qian curtain, the Jishi won the championship, and the one hundred and twenty-third generation of the Qian family. Although people say that they act ruthlessly, but the people in the south of the Yangtze River are worthy of the curtain, but they seek to uphold the family motto of the Qian family in their lives to ensure that Wu Yue's mountains and seas are unharmed, but ...... But ......"

Qian Mu's voice was strange, he covered his face, his shoulders began to tremble violently, and hoarse laughter squeezed out, like self-deprecation, joy, pain, or depression.

Something he couldn't think of came to him, really, he felt like he was going crazy.

If it weren't for the thirty-year-old's sanity still controlling him, really, he wouldn't know what he would do, and he wouldn't know what he was talking about.

"But this time...... For the sake of selfishness, he committed a sin once...... Just this time, I know that I have a family motto of negative money, and I have a responsibility on my shoulders, so I will go to hell, and after I die, I will go to hell myself, and it will be good to punish any sin or sin......"

Qian Mubai fell to the ground, like a madman, crying and laughing.

Just this time, I fell into covetousness and went to hell after death, and I went by myself.

"Master of the family, the Lord Cao you just passed has arrived." At this time, there was a sound of reporting at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Qian Mu stood up with Liang Zhu in his arms, stood with his back to Cao Xili, and spoke first when the latter saw that he was covered in blood and didn't have time to ask.

"Set off immediately, I'm going to Tianping Mountain to worship my ancestors."

"The head of the family doesn't need to be in such a hurry, right? Although the Qian family has this link, it takes several days to prepare for various ceremonial guards. Besides, just now, the first choice was released, why don't you go to Shane first? Cao Xili was puzzled.

"No, immediately, leave immediately, everything is simple, and the follow-up arrangements will be made on the way." Qian Mu interrupted, his tone slightly cold.

Cao Xili was frightened and hurriedly responded, but turned his head and doubted: "On weekdays, this kind of thing, the head of the family orders Su Qian?" ”

"Before the wedding, Su Qian will not follow me." The money curtain is word by word.

Cao Xili swallowed her saliva, always feeling that things were extremely unusual, and the rumors were loud.

"Also, draft a letter of resignation...... That's it, and leave the book, as well as the discretionary silver land deed, and let the Qin family move away. Qian Mu continued.

Cao Xili's heart was beating panicked, this was simply weird, the wife of the front foot was selected, and the back foot left the concubine room.

"Family master, Mrs. Nan has served you for many years after all, this sudden ......" Cao Xili tempted.

"Enough, in the future, there will be no other woman by the side of the head of the family except her." Qian Mu dropped his words and left with his sleeves left, and there were bloodstains behind him, which was shocking.

Cao Xili gasped, faintly hearing the excitement on the shore of West Lake, but he didn't know that the wind and rain were already brewing.

In the corner of the ancestral hall, Qin Nanxiang's fingertips clenched and pierced his palm.

She witnessed the whole process, and also heard the judgment that Qian Mu had arranged for her, and there was no room for anything.

"Second girl, why, the slave and you have agreed, the slave only needs a concubine...... As long as that little bit is in control, you can control your own destiny......"

Qin Nanxiang's little face quickly distorted, and his hosta-like face, which usually does not frown, quickly became black.

Gardenia's flower language is a promise, and she once gave her the last gardenia.

It's a pity that now it's late autumn, and there are no gardenias anymore-

It's good that they're all dead.

exegesis

1. Jiangnan Qian's: The idea came from Wu Yue's Qian's. How good is this family? Random encyclopedia Wu Yue Qian's, come out of a bunch, Ah Zhen will not annotate, as mentioned earlier. This article Jiangnan Qian is all for the needs of novels, don't take the test, be respectful! Respectfully!