I saw through Mrs. Zhao's mind at a glance.

Before she could speak, Zhao Qing had already spoken first.

“…… Just Miss Miao. ”

Miss Miao?

Who is Miss Miao?

Everyone turned their heads to search, "...... Where is it? ”

However, the daughter of an innkeeper, many people here don't know Miao Jinyao at all.

Although his piano skills are unparalleled, but his father is just a small shopkeeper of a declining inn, and he doesn't have so much silver to dot at all, Miao Jinyao originally wanted to fight, but when he met a nobleman from the capital who came to the banquet in person, the competition became fierce in an instant.

Everyone wants to stand out in front of the nobles.

Miao Jinyao didn't even have a chance to show her face now, she was disheartened and looked at Zhao Qing, who was pushed to the cusp of the storm, but she didn't expect her to name herself.

It felt like a big pie smashed on her head, and Miao Jinyao's head was dizzy.

She couldn't believe her ears.

Stupidly pointed at his nose and stared at Zhao Qing with big eyes, "Me? ”

Zhao Qing smiled and nodded, and made a mischievous "It's you!" The shape of the mouth.

Early in the morning, the venue prepared a red carpet for women to perform their dance skills.

It's just that since the banquet, there have always been talented women who have rushed to stand up and have fun, so that those talented women who have prepared for dancing have no chance to show at all.

The red carpet has never been taken out.

Now although Zhao Qing is also preparing martial arts swords like talents, but she is a woman, and she can't be like a man, Mrs. Zhu commanded, and immediately a mother-in-law carried out a four-season peony pattern felt blanket with three zhang square and red.

There was already a little maid on the other side who put Miao Jinyao's guqin on the piano case.

Zhao Qing stood next to the piano case and whispered a few words to Miao Jinyao, and saw that the mother-in-law had already laid out the red carpet, so he walked down slowly, and chose a long sword on the weapon rack next to the pillar.

A snow-white dress danced in the wind. Butterflies fluttering.

The connoisseur stretches out his hand to know if there is one.

With just a simple movement, some experts saw her unique sword momentum.

There was a burst of applause in the hall.

I have been trying to tone gently. It wasn't until the applause fell that Miao Jinyao raised her head and glanced at Zhao Qing, lowered her head and played.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly, and Zhao Qing moved his body, and his expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Why doesn't she move?"

“……”

There was a buzz in the venue.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Miao Jinyao looked at Zhao Qing uneasily.

Everyone sat up straight.

Inside the large hall. Silent.

Zhao Qing was also sweating profusely.

She wore wooden shoes!

How does this make her martial arts?

In ancient times, there were no special sneakers, and she usually wore three layers of soft-soled embroidered shoes according to her description.

This kind of wooden shoes were common in ancient times.

The sole is more than three inches high, which is similar to modern high heels, but there is no slope, and it is very stiff to wear.

Except for rainy days, Zhao Qing rarely wears this.

Today is also instigated by Mrs. Xia Zhumiao and a large group of people. Thinking of just attending a banquet and sitting most of the time, she reluctantly wore it, but she didn't expect to be forced to decide on the martial arts sword temporarily.

How good is that?

Is it too late for people to go to the inn to pick up shoes?

Why don't you borrow a pair from someone else?

Not to mention that she doesn't have the habit of wearing other people's shoes, once she jumps and throws her shoes out halfway, it is even more embarrassing.

What to do?

Feeling that all eyes were focused on him, the air was suffocating, and Zhao Qing's heart suddenly swelled with an inexplicable irritability.

Her mother's. A living person can suffocate urine!

Since you don't have it, you just don't wear it!

Do what you think.

I saw her casually throw the sword aside and bend her slender waist gracefully.

How did you throw the sword?

What is she going to do?

Don't practice?

Everyone didn't know why.

can be covered by the layered skirt, and everyone can't see what Zhao Qingshou is doing there. Feeling more and more curious, someone had already stood up and craned his neck to look forward.

After a while, I saw Zhao Qing slowly straighten his waist, and he actually carried a pair of small and delicate pink carved wooden shoes in his hands!

In front of everyone's eyes, I saw her casually raised. casually threw the wooden shoes to the side of the red carpet, staring at the feet of her little maid with stunned eyes.

There was an uproar.

God, she actually took off her shoes in public!

This, is this still everyone's show?

Is this still a woman?

Doesn't she know that a woman's feet can't be exposed?

This, this is too tough!

Even Li Ji stood up and looked at Zhao Qing's feet in amazement.

What a savage woman!

It's a pity that there are layers of skirts to cover it, and everyone is dazzled and doesn't see what they expect a pair of little feet to look like.

Hearing the buzzing discussion, Miao Jinyao's little face also turned red.

She looked at Zhao Qing at a loss.

But seeing Zhao Qing picking up the sword on the ground casually, with that calm appearance, suddenly her shocking behavior just now was just a trivial matter as normal as drinking tea and chatting.

Miao Jinyao's heart instantly settled down.

Seeing Zhao Qing nodding at her inaudibly, Miao Jinyao immediately lowered her head and slammed her hand hard.

"Knock ......"

A melodious sound sounded out of thin air, instantly overpowering the buzzing chatter.

The noise gradually subsided, and everyone sat down.

Judu looked at Zhao Qing intently.

I saw Zhao Qing pinching the trick with his left hand, and making a graceful gesture with the sword in his right hand, and in an instant, his body slowly rotated from left to right.

I don't know why, I obviously watched her move very slowly, but with her spinning movements, the snow-white skirt on her body fluttered incredibly.

Like a lily that slowly opens upside down on the water.

With the unfolding of the skirt, Zhao Qing's legs slowly pressed down, gradually forming a straight step, and Zhao Qing's hands were spread, and his body gradually leaned back, and he was embarrassed to pill on the snow-white skirt spread on the red carpet like a lotus leaf for the first time.

The whole action is done in one go, and it is suddenly smooth, without a trace of stagnation and far-fetchedness.

Especially in the process of suddenly slowing down thirty times in slow motion, Zhao Qing pinched the trick in one hand and held the sword in the other, and the two hands always spread out like flying swallows, never supporting his legs from beginning to end, nor borrowing other strength, just sat down slowly little by little, soft as boneless.

There was silence on the field.

Everyone subconsciously stood up.

God, this body is soft-boned.

It's like there's no bones.

Even those singers who have been training in singing and dancing since childhood are not so soft!

After a while, there was a round of applause. (To be continued.) )