For a while, all the courtiers and nobles in the hall began to boil. Because, the more to the end, the denser the drum beat, the sound of the piano played by Long Qianye is even faster to another realm, just like his piano sound pops out and reaches my ears through the air, if you want to keep up with the rhythm of the piano sound he plays, you must twist your body without listening, how fast his piano sound, how fast your body rotates, his piano sound does not stop, even if you are now exhausted from dancing, until the last moment, you must not let yourself be defeated!

Fang Yan and I are like this now, even if I feel that I am really about to lose my strength, I have to persevere to the end, which is a kind of respect for the dance itself.

Because we don't jump out and enjoy ourselves, there are many people next to us who are paying full attention to us, and everyone who can study dance has a proud soul in their hearts, and we don't want to suddenly collapse when we are superb.

Suddenly, I understood why Long Qianye left suddenly, and why he wanted to change his clothes with the piano.

Before the dance, Fang Yan explained to me the punishment of winning or losing, I think he probably said to me that he was not sure that he could dance, and he was afraid of losing to Fang Yan, so he chose to play the qin himself to cover up the previous music and drum beat, plus he just started to recite those white poems, but he just borrowed this beak to attract the attention of all of us, which of course also included me and Fang Yan, and he could completely use the sound he played to influence me and Fang Yan, making this competition relatively fair. After all, before I started dancing, those courtiers and nobles were extremely dismissive of me, and they praised me in every way, which caused them to have a preconceived notion.

And the reason why Long Qianye played so fast was also to be able to more straightforwardly highlight who is better in the dance skills between me and the dialect, so that these courtiers and nobles can better compare who is the losing side and who is the winning side between me and the dialect, because if the dancing person can keep up with the rhythm of the piano sound played by Long Qianye, then he is the person who really understands dance, even if there is a little mistake in the process of dancing, it can still be convincing, if once I and any one of the dialects does not keep up, Not only was that man convinced of his own defeat, but if I was the one who won, then those courtiers and nobles would have nothing to say.

Realizing what Long Qianye is hiding, I have to say that Long Qianye looks ruthless on the surface, all kinds of evil and rude, but if you look at the degree of carefulness with which he thinks about things, he can describe it as having a seven-trick exquisite heart!

These things for him once again aroused the deep desire in my heart. For him, it is no longer the attitude that you can marry or not, but you have to marry! Good things are what everyone wants, and unconsciously, the more I get in touch with Long Qianye, I just wanted to give the baby in my belly a legitimate identity so that it would not be criticized when it spoke out, and at this moment, it seems that what I want has begun to become more.

I want him to belong to me alone, I want to hold him firmly in my hand like a kite string and don't want others to see the slightest, I want his goodness to only show in front of me alone.

I'm really glad that he's so attractive and not my enemy.

As Long Qianye's speeding piano sound suddenly stopped, my figure was naturally buried in the crook of my arm, and I knelt on one knee steadily.

On the other hand, the last moment of the pause was not done well, and as soon as Long Qianye's piano stopped, the dialect immediately fell to the ground!

Everyone in the hall gasped, and the moment I saw Fang Yan fall to the ground, I reflexively didn't think of supporting my tired body to support her, after all, it has always been her own unilateral hatred of me and hatred of me, and I don't hate her, even if an animal falls, I will not hesitate to help, not to mention that Fang Yan is still a person......

However, as soon as my hand touched her, she pushed me away with a gloomy face, "Go away!" Don't fake your kindness! ”

My whole body was shocked by the fierce martial qi of the dialect, and I fell to the ground at the moment.

The skin layer on the surface collided with the hard floor, and my eyes were dizzy when I rubbed it!

Long Qianye immediately threw down the piano in his hand and jumped to my side, "How is it, where is the pain and discomfort, tell this palace." ”

"No, it's fine."

Seeing Long Qianye looking at me anxiously, for a while, I felt that my heart was happy, fortunately, he was there. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it to the end.

Long Qianye raised his sleeves and gently wiped the dense fine sweat on my forehead, and turned his head to the surprised courtiers and nobles and said unhurriedly, "Beauty dances like lotus flowers, and the world should not see it if you have eyes." The high hall is full of red trees, and there is no song in the world for the dance. Presumably everyone here can see it clearly, Xiao Fan'er's body is as soft as a cloud, dancing step by step, light and agile, like a fairy in Linfan, which makes people fascinated. This sentence is undoubtedly announcing the final victory or defeat between me and the dialect.

And with Long Qianye's words, I undoubtedly made my mood less gloomy, and I gasped for breath while slowly calming down the emotions stirring in my heart. I did what Long Qianye personally caressed for me.

Although the jump was not perfect, I seemed to break through myself at the last moment, and I could have done better without the secret troubles of dialects. Pity. There is no if, but I still blame myself for not being strong-willed to learn the way of tongues.

In the next second, the dead old man who always looked at me with a bumpy face suddenly took Long Qianye's words and said, "It's true that this woman can dance, but can't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince see that the fourth lady was made to fall to the ground by this demon girl?" ”

Oh, my God!! This dead old man doesn't speak with a conscience......!

I also said that I was a demon girl, and said that I made the dialect fall to the ground, if I was so good, I wouldn't know how to recite that set of formulas, okay, and I just hurriedly read a few sentences and didn't continue, it's the dialect herself, she has to find something to do, I wish I lost quickly, and shot at me first! How did it all become my fault ...... alone?

If I don't dance well and lose, they will not only criticize me for being Mu Jinhuan, but I am afraid that they will sneer at me, but if I win well, I will say that I am a trick...... I don't understand, why does he have to protect the dialect when he is a dead old man? Could it be his daughter...... But the dialect didn't call him his father before, which makes me wonder why he defends the dialect like this.

I vaguely felt that this dead old man was wrong with the dialect, and Long Qianye was not a fool, he must know better than me, I don't know how he felt......

Thinking like this, Long Qianye was really a little angry. Because he took my arm and at the end of the old man's words, he retracted it so vigorously that he clasped my shoulders so hard that he probably didn't even know what he was doing to me in his anger.

"Huh! This palace wants to ask Aiqing, what is your position to speak for the dialect of the fourth lady repeatedly? Which is good or evil, and this palace still needs you to remind you? Don't think that this palace doesn't know what you and she did behind your back. Do you really think that this palace will not cure your sin? With the momentum of looking at the world between his words, a pair of deep eyes scanned all the people present who bowed their heads and said nothing.

I was also shocked by him. At the same time, it makes me feel like I've not seen it for a long time, and he's so domineering and leaky, it's the Long Qianye I know!

"Minister, minister is terrified......"

I'm most afraid of the sudden quiet, I look at the signs now, it seems that something is wrong, the dodge in the dead old man's eyes can be seen clearly from my half-sitting angle, does this mean that Long Qianye's words are poking at the heart of the dead old man?

I didn't want the scene to stiffen, so I decided to speak out at the right time: "Someone just said that he wanted to have fun in dancing, but if he lost, he would punish himself with three cups one by one......

I didn't mean to mention this stubble, but I just thought that if the dialect persisted until the end, she won and I lost, she must be more anxious than me and wanted me to fulfill the three chapters of the covenant before the competition, and even wished I could drink to death like that......

Long Qianye reached out and passed under my armpits and knee sockets, picked me up from the ground, placed me on the chair and sat down, then turned his head to Fang Yan, always maintaining a sense of indifference, I don't know if it was my illusion, Long Qianye's eyes looked at Fang Yan as if he was looking at a dead thing, "Why, I forgot what I said so quickly?" ”

Fang Yan staggered up from the ground, her face was blue and white, looking angry and angry, that feeling, how to say, as if she was holding on to a breath in her heart when she was in a hurry...... There are faint green tendons bursting out of her cheekbones, just staring at me so deadly, there is a kind of swearing not to give up if she doesn't stare at a hole in my body, I just feel inexplicable, and the three chapters of the covenant before the dance were not proposed by me in advance, but she herself said what she said so much to me, what is it really ......

Who asked her to make more tricks for me, in order to protect myself, I can only make this decision, and even if I retaliate with a tooth, I am not as ruthless as her, I just recited a few mantras at random, and I can already bear her, what else is she going to do?

With Long Qianye's glance, the people standing on the left and right sides of the hall with swords on their waists immediately stepped forward and brought a large jar of wine and placed it in the center of the hall, "Fourth Miss, please." After the words fell, they all stood back in their original positions.

"Slut! It must be you, right? ”

The dialect pointed the finger at me, which made me a little confused......