The moment Jiang Chengcheng saw Jiang Qiushui stand up, the smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed, his eyes flashed with a malicious smile of schadenfreude, and he even forgot to maintain his gentle and caring personality, and the people around her could laugh when they saw that she knew that her cousin was going to make a fool of herself, and recalled what she just said, with a somewhat strange look.

After making sure that all the dancers on the stage had been drawn, Emperor Nanfeng finally allowed the musicians to start playing.

The women on the stage danced to the music.

In the beginning of a period of time, they also brought some careful thoughts, although they are also long-sleeved waist dances, but their level is uneven, although the thing of dancing together has been completed, but they can always use people who are worse than themselves to set off themselves, so everyone danced hard, and they found that the accompaniment music was not played with their movements, but the person in the middle of the stage - Su Huaining.

And their only choice is to try to follow Su Huaining's rhythm.

After having to accept this fact, they had to imitate Su Huaining's every move like Dong Shi Xiaofeng, but then they found that the rhythm of the accompaniment seemed to be a little messy.

When they looked at each other through the dance steps, the surprise in each other's eyes sent a signal-

They heard it right.

At first, everyone's attention was focused on the woman on the stage, and no one noticed the actions of a subordinate, let alone the light and soft accompaniment mixed with other piano sounds.

When the accompaniment sounded, Jiang Yushui didn't move, she closed her eyes and sketched out the moves of the sword dance in her head, although she tried her best to close her hearing to reduce the impact of the accompaniment, but it was not an easy task.

At this moment, a faint sound of the piano reached her ears.

The situation at that time did not allow her to think, the moment Jiang Yushui opened his eyes, a fierce slaughter flashed from his eyes, and the red-faced sword in his hand was unsheathed, and his body danced with the sound of the piano that implied war intent.

The sword sharpens iron like clay, and it is sent freely in the hands of Jiang Qiushui, bringing up a gust of sword wind, her steps seem to be irregular, and the woman who is dancing has to retreat in horror wherever she goes, but she is approaching arrogantly, and the long sword is sent out with a rotating waist, and when she comes back, a few light gauze long silk come by, which seems to be in the way, but the long yarn seems to be spiritual, dancing around Jiang Wushui's posture as if it has given birth to spirituality, and everyone is stunned.

The wind was blowing, and it was getting more and more intense, and when it blew by, people unconsciously shivered, and when they didn't realize it, they got goosebumps.

Jiang Qiushui jumped high in the air, and kept spinning on the light yarn with only her toes, the speed became faster and faster, and everyone gradually couldn't see her figure clearly, only to see that the light yarn outside had become a budding flower, surrounding her.

The autumn wind brought the petals from nowhere, and slowly fell from the air to the stage.

They thought it was a beautiful scene.

It turned out that what was more beautiful than the huge flower when it was in full bloom was the person in the flower.

When the beauty dressed in red is smiling and her phoenix eyes are rippling, you will long to get a casual attention from her, and you can only hear your own drum-like heartbeat in your ears, and you are even willing to give everything for it.

The prince's face was full of obsession, and he couldn't help but stand up.

Xia Hao tightened his hands under his sleeves, but his eyes involuntarily followed the red figure on the stage.

Qi Jin's eyes were dark, and the smile on his lips seemed to be light, but if someone who was extremely familiar with the rhythm of the music listened carefully to his piano sound, he would find that he played several wrong notes.

Everyone looked at her blankly, and after Jiang Yushui swept around, his eyes fell on the man in white who was stroking the qin, smiled, and landed lightly on the ground.

The sword dance in the red skirt and the piano in the white robe.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Such a spectacular and stunning scene later became a legend in the capital.

He Xi came back to his senses and found that it was actually her brother Jin who was playing the piano for Jiang Yushui, so he was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, stood up on the ground and was about to rush to the stage desperately.

But before he could take a step, he was firmly controlled.

For the first time, she saw a chill in the eyes of this humble gentleman.

However, with just one glance, he took it back.

"Sit down." Xia Hao's gaze fell on the stage again, but his tone was not allowed to be ignored.

He Xi was frightened, and subconsciously sat back obediently.

……

Gradually, only Su Huaining was still dancing on the stage.

Jiang Yushui smiled, her eyes flowed, and there were slight ripples, as the sound of the piano gradually increased, she smiled on her lips, and the sword wind became more fierce, approaching Su Huaining, who was shaking her long sleeves.

So they watched Jiang Qiushui approaching Su Huaining, and Su Huaining had to move to the side with her long sleeves in order to avoid her sword, and this guy had to move an inch, she took a step back, and she followed closely, like a cat teasing a mouse, the long sword was always able to wipe the tips of her hair, not hurt a bit, but she gradually lost her complexion, and she was no longer calm.

This is the most torturous dance Su Huaining has ever danced.

Those eyes that should have been amazed for her were completely taken away by the smiling woman in front of her, and she didn't know how to restrain herself, she had to move inch by inch, pressing step by step, to tear off the last bit of her face and throw it on the ground to crush.

Facing the sword that was as sharp as clay, Su Huaining was full of fear, but the self-esteem of the proud girl of the sky did not allow her to disarm and surrender, so she could only bite the bullet and endure the idea of running away, and finished this dance that no one appreciated.

Knowledgeable and reasonable, such as Su Huaining, the daughter of Zuo Xiang, Su Huaining, has always been held by the people around her, who dares to do these things that hurt her face?

She raised her eyes angrily, staring at Jiang Yushui who was standing with a sword, but she didn't expect that she didn't have the sharp edge that Fang had just deliberately targeted, and smiled brightly at her.

If it weren't for the full malice that she personally felt, facing this face, Su Huaining would never have imagined that she had let her hover on the edge of life and death several times.

How can this woman be so pretending!

Su Huaining's breathing was unsteady, and his chest rose and fell violently, but when he thought of so many pairs of eyes watching from the audience, he instantly came to his senses, pursed his lips and saluted to the saint.

If Emperor Nanfeng was still sane at this time, he should have stood up and raised his eyebrows and shouted at Jiang Yushui: "Bold!" ”

But he looked at the woman on the stage who seemed to be giving birth to a lotus step by step, and there was only one thought in his mind that was the same as that of everyone present.

Today, there is a beautiful woman Jiang Wo Shui, a dance of swords and weapons in all directions.

……

At the end of the dance, the musicians all sighed heavily, raised their sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on their foreheads, and secretly raised their eyes to look at the handsome man smiling and stroking the piano.

Only they know in their hearts how difficult it is to play this song in its entirety.

Qi Jin's piano sound seemed insignificant at first hearing, but gradually they felt powerless, as if an invisible force was controlling their bodies, pressing on the top of their heads, making them involuntarily change the tune and keep up with the sound of the piano.