In the former Li Dynasty, there was a world's first dancer Gongsun Shi, who was praised and sought after by the world's scholars, leaving countless Huazao chapters describing her dancing posture and brocade clothes. The students of the singing and dancing camp were all lower daughters, but the Gongsun family became a guest of heaven with his superb skills, and the dancers under the Gongsun family also became a symbol of the nobility of the dancers. After the fall of the Li Dynasty, the Gongsun clan was killed in the war, and seven female disciples passed on her dancing skills. This Li Jiuniang is one of them. Pillow Chun's mother's Yangling Marquis Mansion was once kind to Li Jiuniang, and Li Jiuniang also visited the Tu family from time to time, and lived in the house for a few days. If you talk about dancing, Li Jiuniang also pointed out Pillow Spring, but Pillow Spring was stubborn when she was young, and she gave up after a few days of learning.

Now that Liu Anran mentioned this matter, he said that he had a nose and an eye, and what "Gongsun's dance descendants" made the nobles present look forward to it.

Mu Yongyue laughed, and said with a half-smile: "Your Majesty's harem is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." When the minister was reading the book, he read that this Gongsun is the first person in the world to dance, and there is no one who has no reason before and no one after him, even if the Taizhen concubine is alive, he must recognize the second. It is - Huo Ruyi shot for nine days, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. This world has been low for a long time, and His Majesty doesn't plan to let his subordinates take a look? ”

The county lord of Fufeng didn't care, pouted slightly, and said to Mu Beiyi: "Cousin, the concubines of "White Dance" also watched it at home when they were young. When my father invited his relatives and friends, he would choose a few beautiful singers to dance. This dance is about the body posture of the bewitching, the dance is scattered and the face is seductive, the body is decorated with sparkling colored beads, and the guests are greeted with wine while dancing. Ming Guiyi, as the concubine of the Heavenly Palace, did this dance, isn't it the same as those lower girls? ”

Concubine Qi Shu responded: "Look, concubines, it's better to pass on a few dancing girls." ”

Mu Beiyi was noncommittal and was about to speak.

Lian Yueyang stroked her lower abdomen and said: "Rong Zhaoyi's mother is the county lord, and her mother's family is a big family, and there are many banquets. I want to come to the dancing girl when I was young to dance to please the guests, so I want to toast the guests with wine. But anyone who has read the history of books knows that the dance of the Gongsun clan is a dance for the sake of art, and the dance is a prosperous atmosphere. Saying that, she was ashamed, "The concubine has not read, but she also knows that there was a beautiful woman in the past, Gongsun, who danced with a sword and moved the Quartet. It can be seen that the dance of literati and artists is different from the dance of guest dancers. The so-called benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise...... The nobles of the heavenly family naturally pay attention to elegant dancing skills rather than please, otherwise they will be mediocre with the false phoenix and fake phoenix. ”

The county lord of Fufeng is naturally not stupid, and he fully understands that he is secretly ridiculing her that the Wen family is not a hereditary nobleman, but relies on the Empress Dowager Zhuang Yi to be prominent halfway. It is just a few cases in one shot, and I want to mock a few words of Lian Yueyang's humble background: "You are presumptuous......"

"Your Majesty thought so." Mu Yongyue rubbed his chin, with a playful interest, and said from his own path, "In the "Miscellaneous Records of the Li Dynasty", it is said that Xuanzong played the music rhythm, Gongsun's dance, Wu painted the holy point Danqing, and Zhang Bogao was wild grass were all the scenes of the prosperity of the previous dynasty. It can be seen that there is no difference between the Son of Heaven, the dancer, the painter, and the ink artist in elegant matters. This first-class dancer is the beauty in the poem and the fairy in the painting, and the last dancer is the lower girl. His Majesty's palace concubines are all first-class. ”

"This ......" Fufeng County subject stopper.

Lian Yueyang had already offended the lord of Fufeng County, not so bad, so he chased after him: "Is the concubine a dream, or the child in the womb wants to see this dance." ”

At this point, Mu Beiyi was also aroused to explore a little and called Feng Tang: "Missionary Workshop, please ask Ming Guiyi to compose "White Silk Dance". ”

Everyone was curious by this controversy, and they all looked to the side of the stage, waiting for Ming Guiyi, the descendant of the "Gongsun Dance", to come and dance.

It was Mr. Nothingness who came first.

Mr. Void has a total of six people in the sitting department, except for himself, who holds the pipa horizontally, and the rest of the dancers are clappers, flutes, shengs, gonghou and pan flutes. Shaoqing entered the singer five more and stood on the side of the hall.

Mr. Void sang, his voice was lonely, and the long song platform fell silent for a moment. Only the Milky Way in the sky does not move, and the shallow clouds of smoke flow by.

The pipa tried one or two first, and then the singer sang in a graceful and high-pitched voice. The first thing to sing is - the orchid leaves are jagged and the peach is half red, and the flying fragrance is dancing in the spring breeze. If Jiao is like a grievance, she is full of laughter.

I saw that under the moonlight, in the mottled darkness, a light veil as clear as a cloud of smoke was thrown. In the heavy night, I vaguely saw a slender figure as light as Feihong, wearing a wide-sleeved shirt as light as a cicada's wings, with a flower bun and bare feet, stepping on the rising and falling light veil. She has lost a lot of weight, and her originally plump figure has disappeared after a few months, as if she is about to run to the moon by the warm wind of midsummer, and she can't see it really.

Pillow Chun combs a very delicate jade ring flying fairy bun, which is the bun style left on the portrait by the first beauty Taizhen Guifei who is good at dancing in the former Li Dynasty. The two sides of the ring bun are decorated with white jade Pingdong bead peacocks, each holding a transparent water drop glass as big as a thumb. The bun is decorated with Kunshan Yehua peony the size of a snow-like bowl, and the bun is decorated with three plain white qiong flowers, each of which is the same size. Her cheeks were as clean as the moon, and her eyebrows and eyes were faintly noble, and only a slight rotation could be seen that her side was mottled with a faint light.

"It smells so good." Xue Chuling covered his face with one hand and said in a low voice.

Lian Yueyang's eyebrows bent: "Zhen Jieyu doesn't have to worry, this is a herbaceous fragrance, and while the fragrance is not gone, it is sprinkled with water." ”

Xue Chuling raised his eyebrows: "Ming Guiyi's posture is really wonderful, and the spices of the scent are also chic." Kaoru has such a special smell and smells like a tidal wave of the forest, can you be particular? ”

Before Lian Yueyang could answer, he saw that the fragrance was overflowing between the pillow spring walks, and the slight flow of fireflies gathered and floated with the aroma. The white silk in her hand was thrown with the clapper, and in an instant, a firefly that reflected the galaxy in the dark night sky was drawn out of the dark night sky. The layers of fireflies slightly follow the white thread, disintegrating when it moves, and entering the picture scroll when it is quiet.

There was a burst of exclamation from the seats.

"It's a firefly!" Yuguiyi Meng Yizhi hugged the eldest princess, and the eldest princess couldn't help but reach out to grab the fluttering fireflies scattered in the air. Meng Yizhi suddenly, "The aroma of the damp forest is the taste that attracts the flowing fireflies, and the concubine also used this method to catch a few fireflies for Princess Yan Yi to play with." ”

Pillow Chun's eyes were as dark as a deep pool, neither looking at the Son of Heaven with affection, nor looking at the banquet with a smile. She faintly swirled in the middle of the cloud platform where the fireflies gathered, and the plain colors on her body were sonorous, and each crisp sound stirred up waves of light like stars, as if she was the only one between heaven and earth. The faint light flowed like a river, and with the pillow spring's gestures, it continued to gather and scatter, mottled, indescribably indifferent and seductive.

Not disgusted or disliked, Pillow Spring's eyes reflected the pipa in Mr. Nothing's hand. Only a cold moonlight fell on her body, illuminating the jade-colored wrist exposed between her sleeves almost transparently.

Mr. Nothing's pipa twisted, the sound of Zheng Zheng was suddenly broken, and the pillow spring stopped on a waterfront action of shining flowers.

Mr. Nothing's clear voice sang, "Once proud—"

Dense eightfold black dragon petals suddenly fell out of the sleeves of the pillow spring, and with the warm breeze of July, the starlight of the same fireflies swirled and rose together. She has no worries between her eyebrows, ruthless in her eyes, her clothes are light, her black hair is like an ink cloud, she wears jade flowers in the clouds, and her whole body is different from the gentle girl who prayed under the tree when Mu Beiyi first saw her, so that he couldn't help but chant "There is a long sky of autumn twilight, and there are waves of green water below". Today's Anzhen Spring, the ice machine is gorgeous, like a snowstorm like frost and a sword in a midsummer night.

"May I grow wings among the clouds—"

With the sudden red tooth clapping, Pillow Chun suddenly turned over in the air, and Yingying's slender waist was not broken. Her chin was a little high, and her feet flew up like a firefly, and she used her pen in the air to melt away the dull summer night. Mr. Nothing's slender fingertips pressed on the pipa strings, and with the abrupt sound of cracking silk, the pillow spring was like a paper kite with a broken thread, lying on the ground lightly, and there was no sound.