After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

The dragon head and phoenix tails are carved in stone. Now the dragon head sits on the prince in a black suit. The lord of Rongqin County is on the left of the prince. The future prince Liu Erniang is on the right.

Inside the boat is quite lively, with silk and bamboo orchestras, singing and dancing.

When Zheng Wan came up, almost everyone saw her, Jiang San Niang said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhehe

Extending from the first position of the dragon, the farther the seat is, the lower the position.

At this time, there are only a few empty seats in the stern.

All of you present here are the children of the officials who are counted in the capital. Who doesn't know who? This Jiang San Niang said to give up her seat, but she did not move her buttocks, which was obviously mocking.

Think about Zheng's daughter, who had to courteously even the county owner for a three-pointer when she traveled in the frame, but now she can't keep her seat. She has to fight for the land with those 6th and 7th grade officials, and I have to be embarrassed.

Zheng Wan looked at everyone's expressions, shook his head and refused:

"It's not necessary."

When she came in, she saw the man in Qingpao resting with his eyes closed at the end of the cabin. Such a situation was quite satisfactory to her. Zheng Wan went straight back and sat directly beside Cui Wang, "Sit here."

"Langjun, meet again."

Zheng Wanying's head was drooping, and his cheeks flew with a blush in good time.

Cui Wang's eyes were faint:

"It's a coincidence."

It's not a coincidence.

Zheng Wan said in his heart.

For Cui Wang, there is a great opportunity on the second floor of Shifang. He can't be here—otherwise, just a few words from Rong Qin, how could she come up obediently?

The dancer in the cabin with a flimsy underwear was barefoot and topless, dancing a Hu Xuan dance, and the brightly rhythmic sound of hanging drums burned the atmosphere in Shifang even more enthusiastically.

It happened that Zheng Wan sat in a corner, as if isolated from the world, quiet enough to be heard.

She did it, Cui Wang was more like the clay sculpture and gold Bodhisattva in the Buddhist hall. He didn't move, didn't say a word, and didn't know how to cultivate. After sitting next to him for a long time, he felt sharp and sharp, which was really difficult.

Zheng Yu can be regarded as experiencing the so-called "Sword Qi Thousands of Swords" and "Mighty Lingshen" in the book. This is still converged... She straightened her back to make herself sit more correct. Seeing Hu Xuanwu is over, then The dancing girl paused to the ground, begging for a reward, couldn't help but sighed:

"Today is still a guest, he will become a prisoner... and tomorrow, I will not even be as good as this pity dancer."

At the end of the sound, it was so weak that only the wind near the mouth could hear it.

But Zheng Wan knew, Cui Wang could hear it.

A cultivator has good ears and eyes unless he does not want to listen.

For him, all the wind and grass within a hundred meters are in his ears.

Cui Wang still did not answer.

... really hard-hearted.

Zheng Wan sighed in his heart, but saw Rong Qin squinting at her with small eyes:

"Wang Niang and this savior had a very happy conversation."

"…Oh."

Zheng Yu nodded, "Indeed."

Only when the first crown prince's cool eyes were drizzle.

Rong Qin raised her eyebrows slightly, and she also wore a morning cloud brocade, her face was pink, but it was a pity that she was young, and there were always some disobedient bulges that spoiled the beauty.

"Since ancient times, a beautiful woman is a hero. If Wan Niang is happy, you can let the first assistant inform the Lord as soon as possible. The Lord will be willing to marry you and this Langjun, and make a good story, so as not to have a lot of criticisms to my royal family—"

"Brother Prince, do you think it is not?"

As soon as he said, the prince had not yet expressed his position, but the little lady in the scarlet suit next to him answered:

"The county owner's words are wrong."

"Then Second Sister Liu tells me what's wrong?"

"Nothing is right."

"The Zheng family destroys their relatives before, and stalks them behind. It is unjust and unrighteous. This is one of the crimes. To conceal the fact of resignation and want to marry the heavenly family with a second-married daughter, commit the crime of deceiving the emperor, this is the second crime. "

"The holy lord does not hold me accountable, it is magnanimous and benevolent. The holy lord pursues it, it is to clarify our laws and to warn the people." Liu Erniang arched her hands towards the imperial city, "Thunder and rain are all graces." , What can the subordinates have to discuss?"

The prince's tightened jaw loosened a little, and he gave the second lady of the Liu family a glance approvingly, and said lightly:

"Aqin, eat some syrup, this is a tribute from Fanbang. It takes a lot of effort to make it into a juice. It's very sweet and refreshing."

Rong Qin was almost fooled, and rolled his eyes secretly. These two are good matches, one is fake Daoism, the other is affectionate, and they are used to using big banners to show off.

Even though the front seat was arguing about her Zheng's family affairs, and he wanted to go straight to death, Zheng Wan straightened his back and said nothing.

Cui Wang glanced at her, then turned his head blankly.

Rong Qin felt boring again when he saw Zheng Wan sticking with a wooden man with a lack of temper, his eyes grumbled, and his heart immediately came to his mind.

"It's really boring to sit and eat like this, and the dancing girl is also tired of seeing it, why don't I wait to end in person?"

"Oh, Ah Qin, can you still dance?"

The prince is strange.

"Brother prince, somehow save me some face for my sister." Rong Qin glared at him, turned to Zheng Wan's direction, and smiled and said, "I don't jump, naturally someone will jump, Wanniang, don't you think?"

"Yes."

Zheng Wan nodded.

"Why... Wanniang, do you dance for me?"

The sight of everyone present fell to the corner where Zheng Wan was.

The little lady of the Zheng family was famous in Beijing, one for her beauty and the other for her family. As for the talent beside her, it can be seen from the poems circulating in her boudoir that her poetry is excellent.

Yu, shooting, books, and rituals in women's studies are also highly praised by her husband. As for the others, I haven't heard of it.

However, there are acquaintances, Zheng Wan once said: The dance art and the like, but the skill of an actress who is charming and charming, it is really difficult to be elegant.

At this time, Rong Qin put forward it in public, just to make this woman of the Zheng family, whose heart is higher than the sky, do a job that she didn't look up to before, and humiliate her.

As for others, he neither helped, nor did he think that Zheng Wan would really learn the same "difficult" skill.

"Aqin, don't mess around."

The prince threw the porcelain cup in his hand, "Change the same."

Rong Qin's temper came up, his head stiffened and he refused: "Wang Niang, you don't dance, but you despise dance art? Concubine Rong is a great dancer in the world. Ten years ago, a green waist dance surprised four people, and she will be rewarded and she will always be with you. About the Holy Lord, do you want to say that it is difficult for the Concubine Rong to be in the elegant hall?"

There was no sound in Shifang, and everyone held their breath to watch how Zheng Wan accepted the move.

Instead, Lady Liu Er sighed softly:

"Why the county lord, everyone knows that Wanniang can't dance, you...you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

"If Wanniang really doesn't want to, why don't I dance for her?"

Zheng Wan laughed, and the second lady Liu was indeed the same as described in the book.

On the face of it, she was relieved for her, but in fact she realized the name of "weary of dancing", which not only demonstrated the arrogance of her future prince, but also could dance a song in front of the prince in order to make a coincidence.

She is the second lady Liu, but she is famous for her good dance in her boudoirs.

Zheng Wan felt that, compared with Liu Er, who had a needle in the cotton, Rong Qin's straight-and-go temperament, she was more happier.

"You, you deceive people too much!"

Lord Rong Yiting did not know when he would come back from the water pavilion. He went up to the second floor of Shifang, and rushed in angrily, "In just a few days, those sisters and sisters' intimate and intimate words have all become deaf ears? Okay, let’s not mention it. With the county lord ruining people like this, when did my royal family and royal family become this, this, etc.—"

The more anxious she was, the more speechless she became.

The little ladies who had been close to Zheng Wan before were all flushed and embarrassed.

"Rong Yi—" Zheng Wan stood up, walked calmly to her side, and sat down with her, "Don't hurt me."

Rong Yi raised his head: "Yes—"

"It's okay."

Zheng Wan patted her shoulder.

For some reason, Rong Yi's heart suddenly settled down.

"I jump."

Zheng Wan moved forward calmly, giving a gift of blessing.

Everyone saw that the little lady was wearing a green silk robes, a slender waist, a graceful pavilion, her black hair like a waterfall, and her skin radiant from snow. She was graceful and natural in nature.

This is the tolerance cultivated by the noble family.

unfortunately.

What a pity.

"How can this be good? Just when I was waiting for the dispute, the dancer and the musician ran away secretly."

Jiang San Niangzi exclaimed.

"What's the surprise?" Rong Qin frowned, "I saw that they were shaking like little chickens, so I told them to retreat first."

"Then Wanniang dances...there will be no dancers and musicians."

Zheng Wan shook his head:

"Why embarrass them, but they are all poor people, this gentleman," she turned and looked at Cui Wang, who was pouring herself in the corner, "would you like to accompany me?"

So her eyes were like a late spring rain, ardent and pitiful, but her heart was like iron, Cui Wang shook his head, and refused with silence.

Zheng Wan kicked the iron plate in front of Lang Jun for the first time, he was about to vomit a pool of blood in his heart, and he had to keep a decent and calm smile on his face: "Since Lang Jun is unwilling, just let it go."

"I danced in a voiceless voice." She was blessed in a salute, and when she stood up straight again, her face had changed, "Dance name, "Broken Formation"."

""Broken Array"?"

Rong Yi raised her eyebrows, stroked her palms and smiled, "Lady Wan is so courageous, she dare to pick this male dancer!"

"Broken Array" is a male dance, connected with golden iron horses and ambushes on all sides. Most women are green waists, red sleeves, and neon clothes. Only this broken Array dance, almost no one dares to challenge.

Zheng Wan smiled and gave another blessing.

When she raised her hand for the first posture, Liu Erniang's expression became a little darker: the layman watched the excitement, the expert watched the doorway, and from this point on, she knew that she had practiced the hand dance.

A color of green and green brocade is blooming, and the beauty's pair of white as frost and snow under her wrists, her shoulders are rigid and hard, when she twists, the thick black hair also begins to turn, but this turn is definitely not tender. , While hiding the golden iron horse and iron bone clank.

Mingming is like a worm, but he refuses to follow the running water.

I don’t understand, I know that this person is extremely beautiful, and the dance is extremely beautiful; if I understand, I can’t help but follow her to remember the background of this dance—there are generals in the evening, there are youths, they go on a long song. , Throw your head, shed blood...

Most of the beauty in the world is the same. Together, these dancing dances seem to lift up everyone's family and country feelings in their hearts, and everyone's heart is swollen...

At this moment, the sound of a piano suddenly appeared, as if it had been perfectly embedded in the dance since nine days, the sound of the piano was sonorous, noisy and cut like a jade on the plate, like a silver bottle burst.

The sonorous raindrops rustled down, accompanied by violent storms, lightning and thunder, Zheng Yu whirled even more urgently, jumping out a thirty-six whirl—the sound of music touched everyone’s ears, passed through their hearts, and a stone boat came out. , Heard the water pavilion, and finally wandered in the Lisi soup that did not rot in the four seasons.

Whether it was a person who wrote poems by the window or a person who laughed and talked, he stopped the action at the same time, and listened quietly with his ears sideways.

They heard the Jin Ge iron horse, heard the gurgling water, heard the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and heard the wolf smoke in Mobei.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Liang, the land was shattered, and it was Taizong Liang’s east conquest of the West Station, and the lost land was recovered piece by piece—

Those who live longer can remember that year.

The sound of the piano rises to the highest point and stops abruptly.

The gray-haired old man burst into tears.

Zheng Wan also stopped dancing with the sound of the piano.

She looked at Cui Wang. He didn't know when he walked out from the back. On his lap was the famous Qin Jiao tail. The ten fingers, like a jade carving, were still pressed on the strings. For the first time, she saw emotions in his eyes.

Like the breeze on the street in spring, it is not strong enough, not warm enough, but it makes people want to sleep on the spot.

"you-"

"Papa Papa—" Rong Yi clapped wildly, her cheeks flushed with a red smile, "Wang Niang, Wan Niang, you danced really well! This Langjun is also Tianyin."

"This piano, this dance, see this life without regret."

Yierlang got up and handed the flower of the hairpin on the side of the bun to Zheng Yu, "Ms. Zheng, it was my rough obstacle before. The person who can dance this dance is a bit mad, and it should be."

This person seemed to have opened the gate, and the children who had just turned a blind eye to the insults took off the flowers from the sideburns and gave them to Zheng Wan.

In a short while, she held a thick pile in her hand.

Giving flowers is a reward. For Liang people, getting flowers from others represents that person’s admiration and admiration.

Rong Qin wrinkled his nose, and said after a long while, "Wang Niang, you fooled me so hard!"

Zheng Wan did not speak, but returned to his seat silently holding the flowers.

"Wang Niang used to dance, but it made me a false alarm. At first, I didn't know who came out of the story, and people have been talking about it for so many years!" Liu Er Niang said half annoyed and half weird.

Who else can it be?

She Aye.

When Zheng Wan was five years old, his father asked the dance master Fang Dazu to live in the Fuzhong and teach him personally. After six years of studying art, everyone was unable to teach and asked to leave.

Everyone knows that the holy lord dances well now, and Aye naturally doesn't want her to appear in front of others, and that's why those rumors flowed out.

Zheng Wan didn't laugh, but after a long time, everyone went on their own. Only the prince's face was very complicated, like annoyed, like nostalgia, it took a long time to look away from her.

"Langjun didn't want to accompany me, so why did he help me later?"

Zheng Wan's dance is indeed moving, but without the blessing of Boling Cui's piano music, it would not be so moving.

She still remembered that this man had only two hobbies while cultivating swords. One was to make sword ears. Although he never used it, there were hundreds of sword ears in his universe.

Another one is playing the piano. This Jiaoweiqin is his mother's relic.

"It's all about Xing."

Cui Wang took out a veil between his wide sleeves and spread it out. The red bloodstone fragments were carefully wrapped in one place.

"You left this thing?"

Zheng Yu's expression was shocked, but his heart was secretly happy:

"It's really me."

The prey was hooked.