The ankle injury was hot and painful, and the swelling underneath the skirt was probably even worse than yesterday.
It was already reluctant to go out today, and if she danced again, Meng Xin would probably start cursing.
But it’s true that she hasn’t danced for a long time, and Fu Yanci...will her dancing change slightly?
I heard that Tang Weiyang was good at dancing. Could this be the reason why Fu Yanci valued her so much?
Regardless of whether she knows it or not, Cheng Jingyu has nothing to offer, but she still has confidence in her dancing.
A confidence that could overwhelm Tang Weiyang.
Thinking of this, she nodded decisively: "Jump."
"Huh??" Li Dequan didn't expect that she would agree at all. He was confused for a while, but then he quickly agreed: "Dance... The princess wants to dance, why don't you get ready?"
As if he was afraid that Cheng Jingyu would regret it, he hurriedly asked the palace officials to organize things.
Cheng Jingyu, on the other hand, held a red dress and entered the inner hall to change and dress up.
Since you want to jump, of course you have to jump with flying colors.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.
Chunhua was extremely satisfied with her princess's face: "Princess, your feet are still injured. Can't we make Prince Zhou bend down with this face?"
Nie Wenxun...she didn't know whether he would give in or not.
But Fu Yanci would get extremely annoyed every time he looked at her face.
She changed into a red dress, with sleeves as wide as water, and a light blue girdle tied around her waist. The hanging end was like a water pattern, swaying as she walked.
Cheng Jingyu's waist was originally thin, but now it looks even thinner because of the girdle and the large skirt.
"As soon as I hold my hand, Princess, your waist will be broken, right?" Chunhua tutted: "It's too thin..."
Cheng Jingyu usually doesn't wear red, but today her red dress makes her skin as white as cream.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Cheng Jingyu always felt that something was missing: "Is the makeup too plain?"
"Plain?" Chunhua looked at the rouge on her cheeks: "You don't usually put on rouge, but you went out of your way to order it today."
The princess seemed to have listened to her words, and everything she was doing now was for Prince Zhou.
It should have been like this a long time ago. Even though His Highness Fu is a good person, he doesn't like the princess and is not as valuable as the Prince of Zhou.
No matter how you think about it, the princess should choose Nie Wenxun.
Very good. After the princess dances, this good thing will be almost done.
But then I heard Cheng Jingyu say: "Give me a flower arrangement between my eyebrows."
"Hua Tian?"
If you take a closer look, Cheng Jingyu's eyebrows are plain and her eyebrows are like Liu Dai. A little flower bow can really be used as a finishing touch.
But...Chunhua said with difficulty: "Princess, I don't know how."
I had only heard of this kind of makeup, and no one in Kyoto had painted it, so I didn’t know how Chunhua came up with it.
"Go get some red ink."
Cheng Jingyu held a fine brush and dipped it in red ink onto her eyebrows. She moved quickly and a flower took shape in an instant.
Finally, she added a little twitch to the corners of her eyes, instantly changing the gentleness of her original makeup.
It seems flamboyant and fierce.
Chunhua was originally marveling at her princess's dexterity, but something seemed wrong. Wasn't the shape of this flower an iris? !
Just now His Highness Fu said that he likes Iris!
Although it's hard to tell clearly from a distance, you can only see the little flower pattern between her eyebrows, which makes her whole person more lively.
But what if His Majesty finds out?
Seeing her doubts, Cheng Jingyu smiled: "Don't worry, if your Majesty finds out, I can handle it."
I heard footsteps outside, someone came to invite me.
"Princess, the banquet has already begun. Your Majesty heard that you were going to dance and urged you to come on."
Cheng Jingyu put away her emotions and responded calmly: "Just come."
The palace man retreated.
Since it was a palace banquet, there were naturally a lot of people coming.
It was Xiao Shenggao who ordered him to accompany Nie Wenxun in order to give him face.
He was very angry in the afternoon, but now he was coaxed by Su Daier and heard that Cheng Jingyu was going to dance, so he became a little more interested.
But Nie Wenxun didn't even have to take a few mouthfuls of food before he had already been poured a lot of wine.
There was always a cluster of irises placed on the corner of his desk, and their purple color was particularly ostentatious.
"Wenxun has been to Nuanquan Garden?" Xiao Shenggao changed his title and regarded him as a junior: "You also love Iris?"
Nie Wenxun supported his head, holding the golden bottle in one hand, and looked at the iris: "I didn't know this flower at first, but it bloomed so beautifully in His Majesty's garden, and now I like it."
Sitting on his lower left is Fu Yanci.
Because of their different status, the dishes on Fu Yanci's table were a few fewer than those of Nie Wenxun, which was enough to show Xiao Shenggao's differential treatment.
His mind was focused on the food in front of him, and he paid no attention to anything else.
Xiao Yi raised his hand and asked for credit: "Father, my son took Prince Nie there. This flower also belongs to my son, but it was originally intended for -"
"Yes, thank you very much, Fifth Prince." Nie Wenxun said out his thanks, but it seemed as if he was interrupting Xiao Yi's words.
He raised the cup and toasted Xiao Yiyao: "Your Highness, Wen Xun will definitely return a generous gift someday."
"Ah?" Xiao Yi started to be confused again, but after being interrupted like this, he forgot what he wanted to say, and just drank the glass of wine calmly: "No need."
The atmosphere was harmonious, and everyone toasted to Nie Wenxun.
On the other hand, Xiao Heng, who was sitting nearby, was useless even though he was the crown prince. Today, no one cared about him at all.
If something happened to the queen, no one would dare to cause trouble again.
The famous person next to His Majesty right now must be Concubine Yi.
"Isn't the princess dancing?" Su Dai'er served Xiao Shenggao and asked curiously: "Why don't you see anyone at the moment and don't sit down at the table?"
Fu Yanci squeezed Chang Zhi's hand and remembered seeing Cheng Jingyu walking lamely several times today.
Lean on any place you can lean on, and don't use any force on your left foot if you can.
Obviously injured.
He recalled that day when he saw her walking inappropriately at the palace gate. At that time, he thought she was faking it, and later he pushed her.
At that time, he was so angry that he seemed to see her frowning but didn't care.
Now that I think about it, was it really hurt at that time?
If you are injured, you still have to keep dancing, risking your life?
Just as I was thinking about it, the original sound of silk and bamboo changed into a guzheng.
The sound of the piano sounded like mountains and flowing water, accompanied by a figure in red.
As soon as Cheng Jingyu stepped into the palace with her slender waist in hand, everyone in the palace was attracted by her makeup and figure.
Only a few people in this hall saw Cheng Jingyu's dancing.
But that was two years ago, and it was nowhere near as amazing as it is today.
The girl has grown up, both in appearance and figure. With her snow-skinned skin and long limbs, she brings countless charms when she moves around.
Fu Yanci squeezed the chopsticks in his hand tightly, and in his eyes was Cheng Jingyu's flying sleeves.
For a moment, the water sleeve was flung out, and Cheng Jingyu looked at him with smiling eyes. There was water in her dark eyes, making people unable to help but sink in.
.....No wonder these people want to see her dance.
No wonder it's Xichu, Cheng Jingyu is so hard to find.
The sound of the piano gradually grew louder and then subsided. Finally, Cheng Jingyu closed her sleeves and bowed to the main hall.
The movement was too big, and a tuft of her long hair was thrown to the side of her face. It fell slowly as she breathed, half covering her eyes.
And after falling, the bright red flower between her eyebrows was revealed.
The hall was extremely quiet for a while, even Xiao Shenggao stared intently, forgetting to say anything for a moment.
