Empress True Colors

Manyun, a girl in the yard of "Feng Lai Qi", was dancing just now, but she went behind the scenes and didn't come out for a long time. The spectators waiting below gradually got bored.

"Hey, where's the person? Why are you dancing and disappearing?"

"Didn't you say that there will be a new song and new dance today, and by the way, you will compete for the right to spend the night with the most beautiful girl Manyun?"

"There's nothing unusual about this dance, it's just a few changes in the movements, I'm tired of watching it..."

"Isn't it because Feng Laixi has no new ideas, she has always been unable to do the eye-catching eyes and butterflies next to her, so she racked her brains this time to come up with some new dance and performance tricks to attract guests. I thought there would be some new tricks, so I did it Half a day is still an old virtue..."

The music suddenly changed.

The soothing and lingering melody stopped, and after a moment of silence, women sang in unison.

Singing is not counted, there is no tune, no soundtrack, and in the silence, it is the voice of "ah, ah, ah..." in female harmony. The voice was very soft at first, with a bit of panting, like a soft chant blown by the wind in a quiet night, carrying a faint fragrance of evening primrose, knocking on the dangling golden hook on the bedside.

The faces of the spectators gradually turned from being dazed at the beginning to reddish, and their eyes began to shine.

"Ah... ah... ah..." The woman's harmony became louder and more anxious, the extreme monotony made people concentrate, everyone's hearts were beating, a heart was first gently scratched, and then Vigorously provoking, the blood in the whole body seems to gradually surge with the gradual elevation of the tone, and the pictures in the mind are frame by frame, it is the head of the cardamom building, the spring breeze of willows, the golden tent embroidered mattress, and the fragrance of white jade...

A group of spectators rushed over involuntarily, their faces flushed, and their palms sweating profusely.

Behind the tent, a group of women knelt and sang in unison according to Jing Hengbo's request. Seeing the excitement of the men outside the tent, they were a little stunned.

The old bustard squatted aside, his eyes burning.

She never thought that there would be no gorgeous dances, no exposed skin, no provocative movements, no frivolous soundtrack, just the voice of a woman can make people's blood rush.

"Didn't you say you want to dance? Dance! After dancing, I will agree to any request!" The old bustard's suspicion turned into anticipation, and he urged Jing Hengbo again and again.

Jing Hengbo curled his lips, grabbed a half-face mask with feathers and put it on, picked up a prepared iron rod, and lifted the curtain out.

Everyone looked up, their eyes lit up.

The woman who suddenly appeared on the stage had an enchanting figure. Although she was wearing a mask on her face, her eyes were full of sparkles, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised. They were rare peach blossom eyes. Her pupils were large and flexible, and they were like spring water when she was not moving. , Wei Gu Pan is even more radiant.

The half-face mask is in the shape of a butterfly, with flying feathers inlaid as butterfly wings, but the colorful feathers fluttering in the wind can't match her vivid eyes.

Some Huashu veterans have already started applauding, and they all know that this woman is the best with just her eyes.

More people paid attention to the woman's clothes. The rare bright red wrap skirt tightly outlines the curves of her body. Every inch of ups and downs is a beautiful line that can withstand scrutiny.

Not to mention the half of the short sleeves of the skirt, the exposed arms and legs, the skin is radiant, thin and naked...

"The style is bestowed by heaven, the beauty in the world..." The veterans of the flower bushes burst into tears.

"But what is she doing with a stick? Isn't she playing with a stick? What a beautiful woman, spoiling the scenery..."

On a big tree not far away, there were also people whispering.

"Come out! Come out! It really is Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Master, should we..."

Yeluqi rested his chin, stared at Jing Hengbo with interest, and waved his hands.

"Everyone have a look before we talk."

It looks like the new queen is going to dance? He really wanted to see what kind of amazing dance the astonishing Queen could perform.

He adjusted his sitting posture, and subconsciously touched his belt again—since the belt was robbed, he seemed to have left this sequelae.

The fingers resting on the belt are cool, but the heart is a little hot, a little confused, a little complicated, a little angry, and a little dumbfounded.

Such complicated emotions are only due to meeting the new queen who is not on the tune.

He hadn't had such complicated emotions for many years.

He never thought that a woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken would make him miss again and again and passively accept the move.

Her indulgence, arrogance, freedom, and wantonness, as bright as a waving flag, suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and suddenly pounced fiercely on his face, with soft and bright ups and downs, he seemed to be caught even by breathing. suffocate.

Living in the wilderness for more than 20 years, I have seen many women who are not ordinary, and there are many gorgeous women, but there has never been anyone who is as distinct as her, presumptuously possessive, unrestrained and unrestrained, yet full of style.

The beauty of others is still restrained, and there is fear and submission to the rules of this world; her beauty has no scruples, and she smashes the iron walls of this world with a raised hand.

It's hard to imagine, what kind of sparks will be created when the Queen of the Great Wilderness, who is number one in the world by rules and regulations, meets such a wanton character?

He suddenly looked forward to it.

…

There was a gap in the wooden countertop, Jing Hengbo inserted the flat stick at the bottom into the gap to fix it.

This is her dance prop and also her weapon, if something goes wrong, she can rely on this stick for protection.

As for the dance to be done... the pole... oh not the iron rod dance.

Jing Hengbo revealed a cheap smile—pole dancing? I haven't learned it systematically, I'm only interested in watching it, and I can't play the most standard professional dance.

But these bumpkins haven't seen it either.

It was still the simple singing soundtrack, she stretched her body, relaxed extremely, raised her long legs, and suddenly stuck to the body of the stick!

The soft body is stretched into a line, like a red flame monster snake. The safety pants in the wrap skirt were also all bright red, and the exclamation of the men almost flushed the table in an instant.

The leaves trembled for a while, and Yeluqi, who was lying down, suddenly sat up, and the movement was so violent that he almost fell off.

"This action..." A guard beside him stared blankly.

"This body..." A guard blushed like blood, and hurriedly covered his face, but left a huge gap between his fingers that could be peeped at.

Yeluqi made up his mind, and suddenly shouted seriously: "What are you making such a fuss about! Dayan's dances are all like this. By the way, what are you all doing here? Don't you need to be vigilant around? Don't the enemies take the opportunity to come over? And I asked you to pass on Gong Yin's whereabouts from time to time? Who allows you to be lazy here? Go!"

"..."

The guards were knocked off the tree, turned their heads three times at a step, and wailed as they walked: You just said that everyone watched it together!

…

On the stage, Jing Hengbo slid down like a snake, spinning with one leg.

The frozen figure is a dahlia in the spring breeze.

The colorful wind flashed before people's eyes, and the flames and wind seemed to howl in their minds.

Sure enough, novelty!

"Jump! Jump!" A boy suddenly jumped up from his seat, squeezed out from the crowd, staggered to the front of the stage, took out a handful of silver bills and threw them on the stage, "Jump! You're all rewarded! you!"

The bank notes fluttered like butterflies, flying all over the sky, no one picked them up, and Jing Hengbo didn't even look at them. A group of people jumped on him and beat him up: "Fuck you! Block my sight! Get out!"

The corner of Yeluqi's mouth twitched on the tree, with a handful of leaves in his hand, he suddenly wanted to smash all these leaves on the heads of these bastards, and cut off their shiny scalps.

Or use leaves to bury the shocked and flustered woman on the stage who is doing unimaginable movements.

"National teacher! National teacher!" The guards who were kicked out to inquire about the news came back, but they called three times in a row, and the usually sharp-eyed national teacher didn't hear them.

…

Jing's iron rod dance reached a climax almost instantly.

The shouts caused by the one-character horse are trivial, and the 360-degree rotation is another frenzied whirlwind. The beautiful curves presented by the body turned upside down make the men's legs weak, and the folding and flipping like a colorful exercise almost overturned the roof of the applause.

One word, waist curling, hook turning, reversal, flying pipe, wrapping pipe, hanging upside down... Breaking away from the category of charm, this is a dance that extremely shows the beauty of women's flexibility. From fingertips to toes, it tells about stretching and lingering, The hardness of the stick sets off the softness of the woman, and she turns into a gorgeous ribbon, floating freely in people's amazing vision.

The women's chanting and shouting in unison endow the dance with the true meaning of simplicity and perfect fit—invitation, waiting, and shouting. Responding to the surge of blood, summon the beast hidden in the heart, looking forward to a bloodthirsty grab.

Everyone began to feel that this kind of music and this kind of dance is the best match in the world.

Afterwards, the yard became quiet instead. The men opened their mouths wide, wanting to exclaim at the surging and seductive dance, but they were afraid that shouting would disrupt the rhythm of the song and dance, so they had to breathe quickly, and stretched out their hands from a distance, with eyes in their eyes. Full of eager longing.

Yeluqi grabbed a bunch of innocent branches on the tree, and only then did he hear the guard's return: "Master Gong Yin, the teacher of the right country, has entered the border of Dayan!"

The smile on the corner of Yeluqi's mouth froze, and he glanced at Jing Hengbo.

Gong Yin actually came to meet him from thousands of miles away in person. If a person like him meets such a miraculous woman, what will happen?

Thinking of this, he felt a little irritable.

Based on his feeling, any kind of person would be deflated when meeting Jing Hengbo; based on his intuition, he suddenly didn't want these two to meet.

"National teacher, there is another letter." The guard tiptoed quietly and whispered a few words in his ear, "From the Zhan Yu Department..."

Yeluqi opened the letter, read it absently for the first time, glanced at Jing Hengbo's direction from the corner of his eyes from time to time, and gradually his face became serious, he concentrated on reading the letter, closed the letter when he was done, and the letter disappeared silently in his palm, his face changed from the reddish just now Gradually turned into a gloomy white.

"Go." He said.

"Ah? Let's go now?" The guards were stunned, "Aren't you going with the queen?"

"Such a rare treasure, let's leave it to those who are destined to enjoy it..." A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Yeluqi's lips, but he didn't get up, but lay back comfortably.

"Aren't you going, my lord?"

"Oh, let me finish reading first."

"..."

One turned over, climbed to the top of the stick, hooked the stick with both legs, and flew three times in a row. The woman's wild wavy hair was flying in the air, and her outstretched snow-white arms were like a pair of light cranes.

"Okay!" The cheers exploded, igniting this small space, shouting wildly and waving arms, converging into a sea of ​​excitement. The busy Yeluqi kept swishing the leaves in his hands, and shot at the guys who were too excited to climb the stage, and shaved pieces of hair, but no one noticed.

At the height of the crowd's emotional revelry.

"Bang." The courtyard door was suddenly knocked open, and a large group of yamen servants rushed in.

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To be honest, everyone is very smart.

But I have to emphasize that this has already been written. It can only be said that you know Dabo too well.

I saw everyone's speculation yesterday, and I, who was very rebellious, almost changed the saved manuscript to Aunt's Square Dance. Thinking about the conditions for the implementation of Square Dance, no matter what you write, it must be logical. Not even logic.

Hmm, you are my little apples, igniting the fire of my writing!