She stood in front of the throne, raised her hands high, and solemnly said: "The Realm of Life and Death has welcomed friends from afar. Their arrival has made this year's New Moon Festival more lively than before. People of the Realm of Life and Death, let us Let’s have a passionate carnival and thank the snake god for his blessing! We look forward to a better and better life in the coming year!”
After finishing speaking, the drummers on the stage banged the giant drums and shouted in unison: "One drum blast means good weather! Two drum blasts mean good harvest! Three drum blasts mean peace and prosperity every year!"
The red-dressed dancers who were dancing on the stage stepped away. A group of male dancers in navy blue costumes carried six giant drums onto the stage and formed a plum blossom-shaped drum array.
Drums sounded loudly all around, and the onlookers from Chili followed the footsteps of the male dancers, shouting regularly: "Ah Sai Sai Yi Sai Sai... Ah Sai Sai Yi Sai Sai... Ah Sai Sai Yi Sai Sai..."
The more they shouted, the happier they became, and the drums on the stage beat louder and louder.
Seeing that the Chili people were in such high spirits, Han Ziyue asked puzzledly the ringing bell next to her that was also shouting ah sai sai ba sai sai.
"Cailing, what are they doing? Why are they cheering?"
Cailing pointed to the six giant drums on the stage and said excitedly: "Miss Han, the best dancer in the realm of life and death is about to come on stage and perform a blessing dance!"
Han Ziyue couldn't help but be shocked when she saw that Cailing looked like a little girl. She said: "All the dancers who danced just now were amazing. Is there anyone who is even more amazing?"
Cailing raised her head proudly, her big dark green eyes full of expectation, and said eagerly: "Of course!"
Ye Zhenfeng, Fu Heng and others are also looking forward to it. They want to see what the most powerful dancer in the realm of life and death looks like.
While Sufeng drank wine, he said casually: "She must be a dancing queen who is charming all over the country!"
After finishing speaking, the most powerful dancer jumped onto the stage amidst the anticipation of thousands of people.
Wearing a red cloak, he fell on the drum array like a flower. All the cheering people stopped their voices, held their breath, and looked up.
A ray of moonlight turned from light to strong, shining on his lowered hood, and he slowly raised his head.
Ye Zhenfeng said in surprise: "It turned out to be—the National Preceptor!"
"The most powerful dancer is actually a man!" Sufeng was so frightened that he spat out a mouthful of wine and widened his eyes in disbelief.
He clenched the wine glass in his hand, and was hit hard by reality. He never expected that the most powerful dancer Chili said would be a man. In his impression, only women's dancing postures were the most powerful. Graceful and graceful.
Before they could finish their surprise, the red cloak on Qi Songhui fluttered in the wind, and the golden pattern swayed in the red silk. He raised his long snow-white neck, and the red-clothed dancer pulled hard and pulled off the red cloak on his body. Split into two, pulled apart from left to right.
Then a light purple robe was revealed. The purple on this outfit was gradually dyed. The top was crescent white, and the lower it went, the darker the enchanting purple became.
He opened the red umbrella in his hand with a loud splash. The red umbrella was like a long red scarf, with long yarn falling out. It was also gradually dyed. As it reached the end, the red became more enchanting and sinister.
He could only hear the sound of drums, and the national master Qi Song's shiny white boots danced to the drum beats. The silvery white snow stretched his feet tightly, and the lines were graceful and very beautiful.
Song Huiying’s dancing posture is sometimes vigorous
Powerful, sometimes as ethereal as a fairy, with fluttering clothes and thousands of threads, it is truly beautiful and jaw-dropping.
The red flowers on his clothes were hidden in the thick ink. As his skirt fluttered, the red flowers suddenly floated on the veil, dancing lightly in the air, radiant and colorful, like burning flames.
The seven-foot-long sleeves of the Imperial Master were lingering with the wind, and his shiny white boots lightly stepped on the giant drum, making a rhythmic sound. The plum blossom array composed of the giant drums rotated rapidly under his feet, but he still danced gracefully, without any hesitation. care.
The fan gauze ran across his cold handsome face like running water, and his slightly drooped cold eyes revealed a coldness that refused to tolerate fireworks. He didn't smile at all, and even looked aloof, but it made people lose their minds.
Fu Heng opened the folding fan in his hand, flicked it gently, and exclaimed: "The dancing posture of the Imperial Master is like a fairy, with light steps, slender waist and long sleeves like the wind, lingering in people's hearts, like a banished fairy who does not disturb the dust. . It is said that in an ancient country, there was a first dancer. When she was dancing, she was blown by the strong wind, and she flew lightly into the sky. She was carried by the wind for tens of thousands of miles. In the end, she was nowhere to be found. It is said that she had flown to the Nine Heavens Palace. .”
Sufeng held the wine glass in his hand and leaned against the back of the chair. The glass of wine in his hand was not put into his mouth for a long time. He just held it in his hand blankly. He was obviously shocked by Qi Songhui's dancing posture.
Han Ziyue sighed: "This is the first time I've seen a man dance so beautifully. It's really amazing!"
Ye Zhenfeng nodded and said: "Floating like an immortal, looking back in shock, I think no one except the Imperial Master can perform such an ethereal dance!"
The swaying posture attracts the wind, and the long sleeves fall and fall back with the wind.
The drums in the sky were trampled to pieces, and the drums shook, and the magic ink was like smoke, and the clothes were turned upside down.
The ethereal feathers curl up on the waves, and the fairy clothes startle the clouds and make waves.
Looking back at the startling silhouette of the beauty, her dancing posture is light and wild with the wind.
The gauze long sleeves crossed the cheeks, covering half of the Imperial Master's face, revealing only a pair of soul-stirring ice eyes. The light purple eyes flashed slightly. Han Ziyue felt her heart skip a beat, and the human eyes in front of her were illusory. Qi Songhao on the stage seemed to have a double image.
She felt a little dizzy, and there was no sound of drums in her ears. But in an instant, with a song and dance, the weird feeling suddenly disappeared.
With the sound of the last drum, Qi Songhui's light purple robe slipped, and the red Bianhua flowers embroidered under the corners of the robe were instantly opened. His slender legs stepped on the two giant drums, and the giant drums slipped. , showing a standard one-word horse, with legs hanging in the air, one hand behind the back, the other holding the folding fan, snapping the hand fan away, ending the dance handsomely.
Everyone in the audience stood up and applauded like crazy.
After a graceful dance, before the end of the song, the national master Qi Songhui took back the fan in his hand and slowly walked down the stairs. People are like fat jade, cold and cold.
The imperial master dressed in purple stood among the dots of sparks, as if he had come from a previous life.
Zaimeng, who was sitting high on the throne, had a light flash in his eyes and returned to the past.
Zaimeng was still young at that time, and because her legs could not support her walking for a long time, she always liked to crawl all over the floor, but her crawling movements were extremely fast, and few servants could catch up with this crawling on all fours. Your little highness, if you weren’t paying attention, you would disappear without a trace.
Ever since Zaimeng grew human legs and could show her tail in front of others, King Chili Zaizhi allowed her to go outside and play with her friends.
Dream again today
Several of her friends were playing in the back garden again. They chased Zaimeng, who was crawling all over the ground. They were all sweating profusely and panting. In the end, they all lay down on the grass exhausted. No one wanted to Keep chasing.
Zaimeng felt that it was boring and said: "It's not fun, it's not fun, you won't chase me anymore, it's not fun!"
Friend A gasped for air and said: "Your Highness, you have so much energy that you don't even feel tired while crawling all over the floor, but we really can't support it anymore. How about we change to a new game to play? What do you think?" "
Zaimeng clapped his hands and said, "New game? Okay! What new game?"
Little Partner B is a chubby little guy, wiping the sweat from his forehead and panting: "No matter what new game it is, it's best to make His Highness sit there obediently and stop running around, otherwise we will be exhausted!"
Friend A rolled his eyes, smiled smartly, and said: "Well, let's have a morning court. Your Highness, you are the future King of Chili, then you will be His Majesty the King of Chili. We are all your ministers. , what do you think of us coming to worship you?"
After hearing this, all the friends thought it was good. After all, they just had to worship and dream again, and they didn't have to chase this energetic guy.
After thinking about the dream again, he tilted his head and said: "What's so fun about this? It's just the last morning, why not... let's play the game of scheming to usurp the throne!"
"Huh?! Are you planning to usurp the throne?"
"Your Highness...this is not good!"
Zaimeng said: "What's wrong? You act as a rebel, you act as a loyalist, I act as your majesty, and you act as an assassin. How exciting is this!"
The friends were all simple children, so naturally they didn’t know the horror of this game. However, the servant standing guard couldn’t stand it anymore and hurriedly reminded him: “Your Highness, this game is not very good. It’s better to play it separately.” Just one!"
"What's wrong? I will be His Majesty King Chili in the future. Now I will play more games of plotting to usurp the throne, so that I can cope with it in the future!"
For some reason, the servant suddenly felt that what this little kid said actually made sense. Who made her the future King Chili? Everything she says makes sense, and no one can stop her from playing whatever she wants. After all, this is the treasure that King Chili holds in his hands!
Friend C is a beautiful little girl. She said: "I haven't been assigned a role yet. In that case, I will play the role of the three thousand beauties in the harem!"
King Chili Zaizhi only has Xuanyuan in his heart, so there is no harem in the realm of life and death, let alone three thousand harem beauties. Xiao Zaimeng naturally does not know what three thousand harem beauties are.
She blinked her eyes and asked her friend C: "What are the three thousand beauties in the harem?"
Friend B smiled shyly and said, "She is His Majesty's concubine..."
Little Partner B, with his chubby belly, said happily: "Your Majesty is a woman, and she will marry an imperial husband in the future. Naturally, it is only right for me to be one of the three thousand beauties in your harem!"
Friend C was not to be outdone and said: "You are fat and ugly, so naturally I am more suitable! I am more suitable!"
The two friends started fighting over this.
"Three thousand beauties in the harem? Why is this person's name so long?" Xiao Zaimeng ignored their argument, but frowned and thought about why His Majesty's concubines had such long names.
