Banquet home.

On the stage, the dancers of the foreign teacher's workshop finished performing.

Finally, it was the turn of the Takefukan.

Many people don't care.

"Takekakokan? I've never heard of it, where did the small portal come from, and it can actually go to such a scene! ”

There are also people who are familiar with Takefukan.

"If you are shallow, don't slander yourself.

The talents in this bamboo wind hall are no worse than a few foreign teaching workshops.

There is also Hu Qianshu, the owner of the Bamboo Wind Pavilion, and his dancing skills are no worse than those of the instructors in the Inner Teaching Workshop. ”

Some people are starting to speculate.

"It doesn't matter if the Bamboo Wind Pavilion is qualified or not, don't you think it's strange?

A small dance hall with an unknown reputation can actually attend such a big scene?

Isn't it, the real proprietor behind it is the noble man above? ”

Some eyes looked at the seats of the royals.

No matter how everyone guessed, the chic musical prelude sounded under the stage.

Hu Qianshu led more than 20 dancing girls to the stage.

Fresh music, fresh costumes, can't help but be refreshing.

The people who originally despised it also had some expectations in their hearts.

As the formal dance began, the people in the neighborhood were silent.

The atmosphere is contagious to others.

Soon, even the royal seat, the monarch, the concubine, and the princess and prince all watched it seriously.

Between the opening and closing of the oil-paper umbrella, the dancers in flowing long skirts danced and performed a moving story.

Combined with the enjoyment of fresh music, it instantly draws everyone's thoughts away and sinks into the story.

Moreover, a hundred people, there are a hundred different imaginations.

That's where the beauty comes in.

After the dance, everyone came back to their senses for a long time.

I don't know who shouted hello first, and the others also woke up like a dream and praised one after another.

The monarch Bo Geng was also very satisfied.

When Hu Qianshu led the dancing girls to thank him, Bo Geng couldn't help but speak, "I have heard the reputation of the master of the Hu Pavilion for a long time, and when I see it today, I know that those instructors in my palace are all vulgar things."

I don't know if the owner of the Hu Pavilion is interested in coming to the palace to teach? ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

One step to the sky.

However, everyone just watched Hu Qianshu's dancing skills, and they also knew that he took on such a reputation and honor.

Who knows, Hu Qianshu bowed his head, "Your Majesty forgive me, the villain is drunk and dances, does not like restraint, and is wrongly loved by His Majesty." ”

There was another uproar.

I actually refused!

I'm afraid this Hu Qianshu isn't stupid.

Some people are also worried about Hu Qianshu.

If you don't give your majesty face in front of everyone, I'm afraid you will have to suffer a crime.

Bo Geng's face was indeed a little displeased, and he was about to say something.

Heng Wang Boxiu spoke, "Mr. Hu's dancing skills are superb, and he is like a fairy in the world, which makes my generation intoxicated."

Father, such a fairy from outside the world, it is better to stay outside the palace, so as not to be tainted with cheesiness, but not beautiful. ”

"yes." Crown Prince Bojia also spoke, "Mr. Hu's dancing skills are quite aura, and I am afraid that it is incompatible with the elegant music in the palace. ”

Hearing this, Bo Geng's face turned slightly pale, "It's okay." The master of the Hu Pavilion is high-spirited and bright, which makes me also have some admiration.

It's just that, if there is a summons in the palace in the future, I hope that the master of the Hu Pavilion will be able to perform without hesitation. ”

Hu Qianshu bowed, "The villain bows to His Majesty's grace." ”

The emperor's words indirectly affirmed the status of Zhufeng Pavilion and Hu Qianshu.

Tonight, the Bamboo Wind Pavilion not only gained great fame and glory, but also had the qualifications to enter the palace at any time.

From now on, the few foreign teaching workshops in the city will no longer dare to make excuses to leave the disciples of the Bamboo Wind Pavilion.

Qin Liu, who was fortunate enough to follow up and take care of logistics, was almost not excited when he saw this scene.

Alright, alright.

The Takefukan has finally come out.

Finally, I don't have to look at people's faces anymore and be bullied.

That's right.

Today, all this is thanks to one person.

If it hadn't been for Xiang Yueqing to persuade Hu Qianshu, and Xiang Yueqing's song would have inspired Hu Qianshu, Zhufeng Pavilion might not have won so much applause today.

Xiang Yueqing is really a noble person in their Bamboo Wind Pavilion.

Qin Liu thought about it.

When I go back, I will prepare a generous gift and send it to the martial arts.

Everyone was reminiscing, and in the midst of discussions, there was one person with a solemn expression.

Wu Chen didn't pay much attention to Bo Jiao, and kept standing by the table.

Until he watched a dance in the Bamboo Wind Pavilion, he didn't wait for his wife to return to the women's table to Yueqing.

It is said that Xiang Yueqing has a good relationship with Hu Qianshu, and should pay more attention to this dance than others.

Moreover, he heard Jiuxia say that the music of this dance was still taught to Hu Qianshu by Xiang Yueqing.

Xiang Yueqing didn't bother Hu Qianshu during this time, just waiting to see the final amazing effect at the banquet, so there was no reason to miss this dance.

Thinking of this, Wu Chen's heart couldn't help but chuckle.

Is something wrong?

"It seems that General Wu Lang is not a person who does not eat fireworks in the world."

Princess Ling Bojiao looked at Wu Chen and chuckled, "That dance is extremely beautiful, no wonder even the hard-hearted and cold-hearted Wu Lang General will be stupid......"

"The princess is at her own convenience."

Wu Chen interrupted Bo Jiao's words and turned around and left the main banquet hall.

"Where are you going?"

Bo Jiao then stood up and chased after him.

Yang Hongmin, who was not far away, became excited.

Here's your chance!

Here's your chance!

……

In the darkness, Xiang Yueqing, who was sore all over, leaned on the cold wall and slowly got up.

I had just finished solving the internal urgency, and I was about to leave, when I suddenly stepped on the air, and then the whole person fell down.

Then it rolls all the way down an inclined plane, all the way down.

During this time, she also bumped into something hard, and she was injured everywhere.

It took a while before it rolled to its head.

It's just that I can't see it right now, and I don't know how the wound is.

When she was rolling all the way just now, she finally figured out Princess Heng's reminder.

[The pattern of King Yin's Mansion is peculiar. 】

It turned out to be a hidden mechanism and a secret passage.

According to the memories of the original body's previous life, he knew that Yin Wangfu was a little weird, but the original body was frightened by the villain, and he didn't know a lot of things, and he didn't dare to know more.

Xiang Yueqing only now understands that there is such a big hole in it.

Scared to scared, Xiang Yueqing slowly calmed down.

This is King Yin's Mansion, King Yin Bojun has no enmity with her, so he will not put her to death.

Moreover, she is Wu Chen's new wife, no matter how special Bo Jun's fetish is, he will not cut her out.

But there is one person who may really want her life.

Spirit princess Bo Jiao!

It's over, it's over.

didn't die in the hands of the villain, he was going to be killed by Bo Jiao.

Thinking about everything that happened tonight, I'm afraid that I will move my hands and feet from the beginning of the meal.

With such a big game on the other side, it is impossible to just lock her up for two days.

She really didn't expect Bojiao to want to kill her so quickly.

It's really careless.

If she knew this, she would have just held her urine and suffocated to death, and she couldn't drill into this set.

Oh, it seems that Yan Mao's clan has also come in.

Unlucky.

It's no wonder she's not to blame.

When you are dying, you can also pull a funeral ......

But she didn't want to die.

"Thorn-"

Xiang Yueqing's ears ached, and a harsh sound of metal rubbing against the wall came down the wall.

The urging is coming.

"Ah, who are you, so daring!

Mrs. Ben is the general of the Red Ugwei Four Pins...... Ah......h

Yan Mao's voice suddenly sounded, shouted two words, and then calmed down again.

A smell of blood spread.

A slow footstep approached.

Xiang Yueqing froze in place, trembling all over, and didn't dare to move.