When Qin Xiujie stood up and was about to leave, Sha Ma did not stop him, Sha Ma said: "Mr. Qin, I will never stop you if you want to leave, and I will not take back the "Hairpin Lady" because of this, it is yours." But today you may miss the most wonderful painting subject you have missed in your life, this dance is called Flying Dance, this dance is called You Qianrou, she is the real 'Dance Saint', but you will never become a real 'Painting Saint'. ”

Qin Xiujie's heart moved, and he sat down involuntarily.

Sha Ma smiled, he clapped his hands, and the music suddenly sounded, this is a very beautiful, fast-paced music, a dancing girl floated out, so Qin Xiujie saw the most wonderful dance in her life, fluttering dresses, flying ribbons, the feminine and enchanting in the light dance of left and right.

Qin Xiujie held his breath, Qin Xiujie's eyes didn't blink, Qin Xiujie even stood up, his hands were trembling, his chest was rising and falling violently, he saw beauty, he saw madness, he saw Yan, he saw the dancer's heartfelt passion and beautiful dancing, he was drunk, he suddenly spread out the canvas, engrossed, the brush in his hand was moving quickly, a woman with fluttering clothes and both gods and shapes jumped on the canvas, and when she was light, she spread her wings like a spring swallow, when she was happy, like a drum beating, when she was slow, like a bass piano, when she was happy, like a bird's dancing posture through guò paintbrush a little bit out。

Sha Ma watched carefully on the side, nodding in praise.

The dance is over. You Qianrou bowed slightly, when she and Qin Xiujie looked at each other, the brush in Qin Xiujie's hand froze, Qin Xiujie stared at this face tightly, the woman looked like she would never be more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was better than snow, she was extremely delicate, she was beautiful and heroic, radiant, her long and toned figure, her elegant and charming demeanor, like a butterfly in a flower, a bud in a lily, and her body was like a layer of light smoke and mist, which seemed to be real and illusory, and she was not a person in the world.

Qin Xiujie's heartstrings had been deeply plucked.

You Qianrou just glanced at him lightly, the obsessive man in front of her had no good influence on her, nor was it bad, she knew that his name was Qin Xiujie, a rich child of Qin Huaihe, who painted well, known as the "painting saint", very young, with a square scarf on his head, wearing a shirt, his body was very strong, he looked at himself intently, there was no obscenity in his eyes, there was surprise in his warm eyes, there was also admiration, and there was an indescribable admiration.

You Qianrou just smiled slightly and left slowly.

Qin Xiujie was still obsessively looking at her distant figure, this shadow had been carved into his mind, like a seed taking root, lingering.

Two days later, a painting called "Flying Dancing Girl" was completed, and the three words Qin Xiujie were clearly written on the signing.

In the most conspicuous position at the entrance of "Xiaoyao Building", Sha Ma framed the painting at the entrance, so people saw a delicate picture of the Flying Dancing Girl, only to see the person in the painting with well-proportioned facial features, slender figure, swaying skirt in the wind, fluttering and rolling ribbons, the Flying Dancing Girl is incomparably light and ingenious, chic and free, and charming and moving.

The first flying dance of "Xiaoyao Lou" was overcrowded, and the merchants and tourists who came to the city, the gentleman and the officials and literati who came to have fun made the "Xiaoyao Lou" flooded, the ticket price skyrocketed, and the people who did not buy the admission ticket shouted at the door, and a ticket on the black market rose more than ten times, and it was still difficult to find a ticket.

Hu Meiniang looked at the mountains of silver on the table and smiled, "Xiaoyao Lou" has never earned so much silver in one day, the silver is shining, she can't open her eyes, the dancers next to her look jealously, they buy art and buy bodies, they use the charm of their whole bodies, and they don't see such a crazy man, the daughter only asks for a ticket, take a look at the flying dance, pass the eyes, nothing else can be gained, the silver spent is enough to spoil ten dancing girls.

In the Confucius Temple of Qinhuai River, how many women have become men's vassals and playthings, and there are countless of them, and the value of a young ** is not comparable to a meal for dignitaries. Since women are playthings, for some men, it is necessary to change fresh, the more women to play, the better, just one wife and several concubines is far from enough, after all, "wild flowers" are more exciting than "house flowers".

The ultimate goal of a man having fun in the ten-mile Qinhuai River is to find prostitutes to provide sexual services.

Speaking of the Qinhuai River dance queen performance, before the Ming Dynasty, the dance girl artists were originally only for the court performance, teaching the court folk music of the official office, among which the skilled artists can often perform for the emperor, called the workshop, is the official art rehearsal institution, to the Ming Dynasty, the outside of the palace due to the loss of excellent artists and difficult to maintain began to decline, so that later with the surrounding **convergence, the workshop became**.