Xiao Feifei felt that the prince's gaze fell on her, and she was overjoyed. Did he finally notice himself? Immediately made a shy appearance, raised the lotus finger, gently parted the ends of his hair, and sat down with a great demeanor.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, sister-in-law, do you say yes?"

Chu Yunxi glanced at Chu Xue'er meaningfully, and then saluted the emperor and everyone:

"Everyone, be there for a while."

She left, but left an intriguing sentence, which caused everyone to speculate about the family history of the General's Mansion.

Chu Xue'er's eyes widened in shock. Chu Yunxi she, she actually called herself sister in public!

Chu Xue'er endured her worries and turned her eyes to look, and saw that all the young ladies were whispering:

"I heard me right, Miss Chu just called Sister Shu?"

"No, I heard that, too."

"Isn't Miss Chu Er's daughter-in-law? It turned out to be just a concubine? ”

"I also thought she was a concubine, and I often invited her to play with her, which is really a loss of identity."

"That's right, pretending to be like a young lady, I didn't even see it."

Chu Xue'er's face turned the color of pig liver.

General Chu frowned, Xi'er said this, how can Xue'er gain a foothold in the future? Even if there is a conflict between sisters, they shouldn't step on their sister like this.

Chu Wenzhong, the boss of the Chu family, quietly pushed the second Chu Wenhong:

"Second brother, what's wrong with my sister today?"

He only knows how to dance knives and guns, and he should leave it to the second brother.

Chu Wenhong attached his ear:

"Big brother, sister may have opened her mind."

Chu Wenzhong was still a little confused.

Chu Xue'er secretly pinched the veil, she was already ready to send it.

Taking a deep breath and regulating his emotions, he walked gracefully into the arena, and the music sounded and danced.

She deliberately wore a goose yellow dress today, which made her more delicate than flowers. Between the legs, the dress is lightly swayed, and the waist is soft, like a butterfly, dancing among the flowers, which is indeed very good-looking.

After all, over the years, in order to gain a foothold in the circle of noble women, she has also worked hard.

Jun Hongyan looked at the weak and boneless Chu Xue'er, and secretly sent autumn waves to him, and couldn't help but feel flurry. I really want to press her under me immediately and love her well.

After the song was finished, it still attracted a round of applause.

Chu Xue'er retreated contentedly, she was very satisfied with her performance, for this dance, she started practicing half a year in advance.

Although she changed a few jumps and rotated for the sake of the child in her womb, she still felt that she danced very well.

Over the years, Chu Yunxi has only thought about King An, not fighting or grabbing, and neglecting to practice, but she has been working hard every day.

What about concubines? Waiting for Chu Yunxi to be overshadowed by one of her concubines and trampled under her feet, see that she is still proud!

Xiao Feifei looked out of the hall.

"This Miss Chu, aren't you ready yet? It's not going to be sharpening knives in battle, is it practiced? ”

When she said this, the young ladies covered their mouths and laughed lowly, whispering:

"It's really a straw bag, it's not as good as her sister."

"That's right, since you have no talent and no virtue, you should be as low-key as before."

The brothers of the Chu family clenched their fists, but they were not easy to interject, and their daughter's family was bickering, and they inserted it, which made them even more stingy.

At this time, the eighth princess Jun Wantao stood up and said with a smile:

"Since the sister of the Chu family is not ready, how about I present a song to my father first?"

As her princess, she shouldn't have been called a courtier's sister.

But Chu Yunxi is different, she is the fiancée of the crown prince's brother, even if it is not good, they are not allowed to slander like this. She called her sister, which not only raised Chu Yunxi, but also did not insult her identity.

"Well, I may not have seen Wantao dance in a long time."

The emperor's beloved prince wanted to dance, and said that it was dedicated to him, and he was naturally happy.

The eighth princess jumped up, and the musician immediately played a cheerful dance music, watching the eighth princess jump flexibly, like a happy lark, and everyone's mood improved.

Different from Chu Xue'er's softness, the dance of the eighth princess is more agile and playful.

After the dance, Princess Wantao bowed her head to the emperor and made a lovely closing ceremony.

The emperor was in a good mood.

"Hahaha, good!"

Concubine Xiao also praised and showed her dignity and generosity in front of everyone.

"It's really pleasing to watch Wantao dance."

Immediately there were ministers who complimented him.

"The eighth princess Bingxue is smart, and I don't know which one will be cheaper in the future."

Princess Wantao sat down with a red face.

At this time, there are palace people, carrying two screens and standing on both sides, and the screens seem to be rice paper. Seeing that the pen and ink were put on the side, everyone was a little confused for a while.

"What is this going to do? Isn't the dance competition over yet? Why did you put pen and ink on paper and inkstone? ”

"yes."

"Boom! Knock knock! Boom! ”

In the midst of everyone's discussion, the musician beat a sonorous drum.

The woman stepped on the drum and covered her face with a fan, and the long satin under the fan hung down softly and dragged down to her feet.

Suddenly, the sound of the drum stopped, and the low sound of the piano slipped in, as if urging people to move forward quickly.

The woman throws a fan, an elegant swirling body, surrounded by ink satin, looming, is a stunning face.

Just when everyone was amazed and couldn't take their eyes off, she suddenly folded the fan, and the silk was folded, as if turning into a soft sword, and the tip of the sword pointed and was invincible.

In the sound of the piano, the sound of the zither suddenly jumped in, and the zither became more and more urgent, sometimes sad, sometimes arrogant.

Chu Yunxi tapped his toes, fell to the ground with one hand, and with a neat flip, his dress drew a perfect arc and landed lightly.

A weak satin fan, in her hand, sometimes like a trickle of water, sometimes sharp.

When the sound of the flute seemed to sound from the sky, everyone held their breath, they had forgotten who was dancing with the song, only saw the lonely smoke of the desert, the snow outside the gate, the north wind, the sunset of the long river, the heroes and heroes, with one enemy and one hundred.

Qiang flute and zheng, the endless long and long, heroic boy, lonely and brave, full of blood, where to sway?

Jun Lingyun, who was under the emperor's head, stared closely at the graceful figure of the woman in the field.

She has danced to the screen, the song is slow, a few horses neigh, the woman dashing away the fan in her hand, holding the wine glass, holding the pen full of ink, raising her eyes to the sky, leisurely walking into the screen.

The candle flame in the hall flickered, only the screen was illuminated by the night pearl, and the people on both sides could no longer see the beautiful and enchanting woman holding the sword, but only saw a silhouette, dashing to raise a glass and drink it all, throw away the cup, and dance as if drunk.

Between the long arm waves, a long road has appeared on one side of the screen, long and endless, and on the other side of the screen, there is a cliff, and there is no way to go.

Whimpering, the woman's dance, from majestic to tender, on one side can see the long road, the young general galloping on horseback, on the other side, see the slender woman watching the edge of the cliff, skirts fluttering.

With the sound of the sword, the woman walked out slowly, stretched out her wide sleeves, hugged her forehead, and bowed solemnly, as if she was wandering between heaven and earth, returning from completing her mission, and living up to expectations.

The hall was silent for a while, and several generals who had been on the battlefield were even more wet.

Jun Lingyun raised his hand and wiped his face, a tear fell at some point, he had never cried since he was four years old, just because he knew that no one looked at his tears, and no one was distressed.

His tears can only prove his weakness, and can only give the enemy a chance to point a sword at him.

But his stream, which he danced just now, seems to be his past and present life.