The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort - 60. Crown the capital

Jiang Ruan has a leisurely and elegant posture. He has already stood up with the skill of speaking, and smiled and repeated: “Since the second sister wants to watch it this way, I will dance for the second sister, it’s okay.”

The noble ladies around were all whispering when they heard the words: “Is this man stunned by the devil, how can he take the initiative to make a fool of himself?”

“I must have spent a long time in the mountain villages, not the sky and the earth, I really think I can dance the city.” The irony in the words was beyond words.

The Forsythia and Bai Zhi behind them are both worried. Jiang Ruan has lived with them since childhood, and they know exactly whether Jiang Ruan can dance. Although in the eyes of subordinates, every move of the master is good, but Forsythia and Bai Zhi, as subordinates, have a clearer understanding of the rules in the aristocratic circle. I’m afraid that Jiang Ruan will be fooled by Jiang Susu and lose the rules in front of these famous people in Beijing.

On the green pine boat, the fifth prince squinted his eyes: “You are beautiful, but unfortunately he is an idiot.”

“Why did Brother Fifth say this?” Xuanli smiled.

“Miss Jiang Er’s talents in Beijing are dead, but Miss Jiang wants to steal her limelight. How could it be possible that she is a woman raised in the mountains, and what can she understand?” The words are full of contempt.

At a time, everyone on the two boats talked a lot, all of which were that Jiang Ruan had shallow eyelids and that he was delusional and competing with Jiang Susu. A glimmer of joy flashed in Jiang Susu’s eyes, but he raised his face with a gentle smile: “That Su Niang will be blessed, please elder sister to dance for everyone.”

Dance for everyone. Lin Zixiang frowned, Jiang Susu’s seemingly unintentional remarks turned Jiang Ruan’s words like a dancer who was willing to make fun of others, and for a while, people around him covered their mouths and laughed.

Jiang Ruan didn’t blink his eyes, and he didn’t seem to hear Jiang Susu’s words at all. In the previous life, Jiang Quan and Xuanli wanted her to win her holy favor and to let her survive in a cannibalistic environment in the palace. Dancing for everyone like this, the imperial concubine in a high position often said so. She is like a beaming clown, and she has worked so hard to dance and music, but she has only won the title of a sloppy beauty.

Jiang Ruan nodded and walked to the bow of the ship. The setting of Linglong Boat is very special. In order to enjoy the moonlight during the Lantern Festival, the bow is very wide and flat, which is convenient for dancing. She stretched out her hand and took off the hairpin with her hair on the back of her head. Suddenly, one end fell like a waterfall and dropped to her waist, exuding a charming luster. She bit the two-piece hairpin in her mouth, and those affectionate eyes scanned the people on the two boats before moving her lips lightly.

The double-section hairpin was actually a delicate whistle, and the red lips overflowed with the first clear clear under the flowers and the moon.

At first I felt that the sound of the piano was flat as usual, and if the porridge was cooked in white water, it would be boring and boring, but she stood still and did not move. So the boat master began to show a mocking expression, only to say that the young lady of the Jiang family who had just returned to Beijing was so poor that she even dared to brazenly propose to dance a song.

Xuanli’s expression was slightly stiff. He knew that the girl was playing “Guangling San”. The content of “Guangling San” was the story of Nie Zheng’s revenge for his father and the assassination of King Han during the Warring States Period. This is a story of revenge. At this time, it took a full moon and everyone was happy. Why did Miss Jiang choose such a piece of music with a fighting atmosphere.

These two paragraphs seemed ordinary, everyone only said that she was mediocre, but Xuanli knew that the undercurrents in these two paragraphs would not be able to pop out unless someone with a real mood. In this song, he heard the loneliness and forbearance that seemed to last for centuries.

It was not only Xuan Li who felt this way. When the music sounded, Xiao Shao, who was sitting alone in front of the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the lonely girl who played music.

After the first few paragraphs, Jiang Ruan began to move slowly, red-robed like a spirit that fell into the mortal world, the most evil and the most beautiful. Spin, tiptoe, raise arms, kick. She did everything beautifully, and everything was moving, and the lively and straightforward teaching people looked intently. Everyone gradually put away the gaze that had just been contemptuous, and it was difficult to hide a touch of surprise in their eyes.

It was decades of forbearance and sorrow, the premature divorce between mother and brother, and she was the only one left in the world. It was her father who couldn’t wait to replace the imperial edict with her portrait and sent her into the bottomless palace. It was thought that the warm and considerate lover once ruled the world, but it was herself who was the one who harmed the country. It was the sister-in-law who made her a human being, desperate to watch the youngest son being played with to death.

The sorrow of her dance, as if she was about to return by the wind in the next second, somehow she reminded people of the desolate scene in her heart, and gradually, some people saw their eyes a little sour.

After the slow dance, the whistle in his mouth urged anxiously. Her movements speeded up abruptly, and even almost everyone couldn’t see her movements clearly, and only felt that the red dress was bloody, amazingly beautiful under the moonlight. And the music was violent, and the sound was crying. It was the grief to the extreme that the pain turned into unforgettable hate. It is not to let go of one’s viciousness, it is to stand on the top and look down at the indifference of all living beings.

Yue Guangming shone down, shining on her crystal clear face, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and there was no smile at all, only a deep indifference and irony. Like Shura, but like a god. Like a witch, wanton sentient beings.

The music of revenge is still playing, and the dance of revenge continues. This dance has made everyone feel frightened, and I have never seen a person dance so beautifully, so beautiful that it is terrifying. It seems that she is the person in that song, carrying a hate to revenge, even if she pays all the price, she will not hesitate, even if she enters hell again, she must be buried with others. Her life was indifferent squandering, this is a witch who was born for revenge.

Nicki words, grievances and grievances. The warriors went to the enemy field. The floating cloud catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and flying. Noisily tweeting a group of birds, and suddenly I saw a lone phoenix. It’s impossible to make any progress, and it loses its momentum and plummets. Yu Yu has two ears, not listening to Si Huang. Since Wen Yingshi played, she got up and sat aside. Pushing hand to stop it, wet clothes burst into tears. Yinghuer is sincere, there is no ice charcoal to set my intestines!

As soon as the song fell, the red dress dancing in the wind tightened suddenly, looking up like a waterfall like silk in the moonlight, as moving as silk. Her face was charming and charming, and her glaring eyes slid over Jiang Susu’s body, reaching out her hand. He made a beheading gesture on his neck. Jiang Susu stiffened, Jiang Ruan smiled.

The beauty smiled, as if the spring flowers of the Dajin Dynasty had bloomed one after another overnight, so beautiful that it would be blasphemous at first glance.

Xiao Shao’s beautiful face remained cold and cold, her long eyelashes concealed a touch of deep thought in her eyes.