Sick Prince Rescue Plan

Seeing Xiao Jinshao stand up, Xiao Jintang's expression changed slightly, and he unconsciously looked in Luo Bi's direction.

Luo Bi nodded at him, his eyes beckoning him to stay calm.

Xiao Jintang turned back as usual, but the hand under the cover of the table was clenched tightly.

Xiao Jinshao got up and stood beside the erected drum, picked up the drumstick, and nodded at Jun Yuwan: "Start?"

Jun Yuwan raised her eyebrows at him and Xiao Jinshao understood. He shook his wrist and tapped the drumhead hard. Jun Yuwan tapped his toes lightly, shocked as if she was fluttering, her clothes fluttered, and finally stabilized. It landed firmly on the drum surface, and everyone noticed that she was barefoot!

Xiao Jinshao's eyes stayed on her white and tender toes for an extra second, and then decisively retracted, and began to concentrate on the drum, recalling the music that Jun Yuwan had hummed to him before, and the sound of his men was light and heavy, with the sound of the drum.

The musician on one side is not a dry meal. After finding out his rhythm, he blends in very cleverly, but he won't overwhelm the audience, and is still dominated by drums.

Jun Yuwan stepped on the drum, her body was light, her wide sleeves were like a cloud, she raised her hands and feet, turned sideways and glanced back, her red lips lightly opened:

"If someone is in the mountains,

Wearing prickly pear and bringing female dill,

It is both contemplative and laughable,

Zi Muyuxi is good and fit,

..."

The dance she danced was unusually soft, with a taste of offering sacrifices to Qi God in the big opening and closing room. With her unique singing voice, everyone present unconsciously quieted down.

"The rest of the place is lonely and never sees the sky,

The road is dangerous and difficult,

Table stand alone on top of the mountain,

The cloud is fascinating underneath--"

The original soft muttering singing suddenly turned here and became high-pitched. She turned around and jumped, the phoenix on her skirt seemed to come back to life, spreading her wings and shining brightly in the sun.

Someone held their breath unconsciously, the scene just now was really beautiful!

Jun Yuwan walked briskly, stepped on the drums, fell down, and spun quickly, the beauty in the white dress, looking back and smiling, like a demon and an immortal.

When the drum sound subsided, and the other sounds weakened, Jun Yuwan flipped her wrists and held a flower on top of her head. When Xiao Jinshao struck her for the last time, she slowly changed her posture and stood on one foot. On the ground, the other foot slowly stretched out obliquely forward, with both arms stretched behind the head, fingertips like orchids, the chin lifted slightly, and the neck pulled out a graceful arc.

This is probably because the demon in the mountains is tired, lying on his side on the clouds and mist, right?

Xiao Jintang looked at the person on the drum in a daze, with such a thought in his heart.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the imperial garden had already stopped, but everyone had obviously not reacted. No one spoke, and the needle dropped quietly.

Until Jun Yuwan got tired of her concave shape, she stood up straight and turned around, bowed slightly, "I show my ugliness."

When the voice fell, the concubine Ling regained consciousness suddenly, clapped her hands, and sincerely praised: "Princess Qingning has never seen this dance in this palace, but is it her own creation?"

Jun Yuwan nodded: "This is a dance choreographed by the courtier herself. This tune is borrowed from an ancient book and is called a mountain ghost."

The concubine Ling nodded, "This palace can be regarded as an eye-opener today. I am afraid that no one can compare with the princess in terms of dance skills."

Jun Yuwan accepted it without being humble or overbearing: "Your mother has too much reputation, can you let the courtier go down and change clothes?"

"It's because my palace is too excited to forget, you go quickly."