Jiang Ruan's posture was elegant. As she spoke, she had already stood up. Smiling, she repeated, "Since Second Sister wants to see, I will dance for you. There is no harm in that."
The surrounding noble ladies whispered, "Could it be that this person is possessed? Why would she take the initiative to make a fool of herself?"
"She must have stayed in the countryside for too long. She doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Does she really think that she can topple the city with one dance?"
Lian Qiao and Bai Zhi, who were behind her, were perturbed. Jiang Ruan had lived with them since they were young. They knew very well whether Jiang Ruan knew how to dance. Although in the eyes of a servant, their master's every move was good, but as servants, Lian Qiao and Bai Zhi understood the rules of the aristocratic circle more clearly. They were afraid that Jiang Ruan would fall for Jiang Su Su's trick and break the rules in front of these prestigious families.
On the Qing Song Boat, the Fifth Prince narrowed his eyes, "Born beautiful, but unfortunately an idiot."
"Why does Fifth Brother say this?" Xuan Li smiled.
"Second Jiang Miss's talent in the capital is already unparalleled. Eldest Jiang Miss wants to steal her limelight? How is that possible? After all, she's a girl raised in the wilderness. What could she know?" Her words were full of contempt.
For a moment, the people on the two boats were talking about how Jiang Ruan was short-sighted and vainly wanted to compete with Jiang Su Su. A trace of delight flashed in Jiang Su Su's eyes. She raised her face with a gentle smile, "Then Su niang is blessed. I will have to trouble Jiejie to dance for everyone."
Dance for everyone. Lin Zi Xiang frowned. Jiang Su Su's seemingly unintentional words made Jiang Ruan seem like a dancer for people to amuse. For a moment, the people around them covered their mouths and sneered.
Jiang Ruan did not even blink. It was as if she had not heard Jiang Su Su's words. In her previous life, Jiang Quan and Xuan Li had wanted her to win the emperor's favor and survive in the palace. Dance for everyone. These words were often said by imperial concubines in high positions. She was like a dancing clown. She had racked her brains to dance, but she had only won the title of an idiot beauty.
Jiang Ruan nodded and walked to the bow of the boat. The design of the Ling Long Boat was very special. In order to enjoy the moonlight during the Lantern Festival, the bow of the boat was set up to be extremely wide and flat, making it a convenient place for dancing. She reached out her hand and removed the hairpin that held her hair in a bun. Instantly, her fine black hair flowed down to her waist like a waterfall, emitting an enchanting luster. She bit the double-jointed hairpin in her hand, her pair of charming eyes swept over the people on the two boats, and then her lips gently moved.
The double-jointed hairpin was actually a delicate whistle. Under the moonlight and flowers, the first clear and melodious sound came from her red lips.
At first, the sound of the zither was as dull as usual, like porridge being boiled in plain water, making people feel that it was dull and boring. However, her figure did not move, and she quietly stood in the same spot, not moving at all. The people on the boats began to reveal expressions of ridicule, thinking that this Eldest Miss of the Jiang family, who had just returned to the capital, had exhausted her limited abilities. She actually dared to boast shamelessly that she wanted to dance.
Xuan Li's expression slightly stiffened. He knew that this young girl was playing the Guangling Verse. The content of the Guangling Verse was about Nie Zheng's revenge for his father during the Warring States Period, and his assassination of the Han King. This was a story of revenge. At this time, the flowers were beautiful and the moon was round, and everyone was happy. Why did the Eldest Miss of the Jiang family choose such a song with a murderous and combative atmosphere?
The first two sections seemed ordinary, and everyone thought that her skills were mediocre. However, Xuan Li knew that the turbulent undercurrent within these two sections could not be played by someone who was not truly in the right state of mind. In this song, he could hear what seemed like centuries of loneliness and forbearance.
Xuan Li was not the only one who felt this way. When the music started, Xiao Shao, who was sitting alone in front of the window, lightly raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on the lonely young girl playing the music.
After the first few sections, Jiang Ruan slowly moved. Her red clothes fluttered like a demon that had fallen into the mortal world, the most evil, but also the most beautiful. She spun, tiptoed, raised her arms, and kicked her feet. Everything she did was graceful and moving. Her lively appearance and fragrance caused people to be unable to take their eyes off her. Everyone gradually withdrew their contemptuous gazes, and it was difficult to conceal the trace of amazement in their eyes.
That was decades of forbearance and sorrow, the premature divorce of her mother and brother, and the loneliness of her being the only one left in the world. It was her father who impatiently replaced the imperial edict with her portrait, and sent her into the bottomless palace. It was her who thought that her warm and considerate lover would one day rule over the world, and the demoness who brought disaster to the country was herself. It was her di younger sister who had made her into a human swine, and the despair of watching her youngest son being played to death.
Her sorrowful dance seemed as if she would ride the wind and return in the next second. For some reason, it actually caused people to think of a desolate scene in their hearts. Gradually, some people's eyes became a little sore.
After the slow dance, the whistle in her mouth became urgent, like the sound of a golden spear and armored horse galloping over the sand. There was a fierceness that carried a trace of blood. Her movements suddenly sped up, so fast that people could not see her movements clearly. They only felt that her red clothes were like blood, and under the moonlight, it was astonishingly beautiful. The music was impassioned, and each sound was like a sob. That was the extreme pain of sorrow turning into an unforgettable hatred, like a wronged ghost crawling out from hell to demand the life of the person who owed it. It was the ruthlessness of not letting anyone go, the indifference of standing at the peak and looking down on all living things.
The moonlight shone brightly, shining on her small face that was as clear as snow. Her eyes were astonishingly bright, but there was not a trace of a smile, only a bone-deep indifference and mockery. Like a Shura, but also like a god. Like a demoness, wantonly killing all living things.
The music of revenge was still playing, and the dance of revenge was still continuing. This dance had already made people's hearts jump. They had never seen a person dance so beautifully, so beautiful that it was frightening. It was as if she was the person in that song, carrying hatred to take revenge. Even if she had to pay any price, she would not hesitate. Even if she had to enter hell again, she would drag people to be buried with her. Her life, however, was squandering without a care. This was a demoness who was born for revenge.
Affectionate words between children, gratitude and grudges. Suddenly changed, a warrior went to the enemy's battlefield. Floating clouds and willow catkins without roots, flying with the vast world. A noisy flock of hundreds of birds, suddenly seeing a lone phoenix. Climbing without propriety, losing power, falling a thousand feet strong. Wasting two ears, not sparing to listen to the silk of the bamboo. Hearing Master Ying play, she rose and sat to the side. Pushing hands stopped abruptly, wet clothes and tears streaming down. Brilliant and sincere, there is no ice or charcoal that can freeze my intestines!
As the song ended, the red clothes that danced in the wind suddenly tightened. Raising her head, her black hair was like a waterfall, moving like silk under the moonlight. Her face was as charming as a demon, and her coquettish eyes faintly slid over Jiang Su Su's body. Reaching out, she made a beheading gesture on her neck. Jiang Su Su's body stiffened. Jiang Ruan smiled sweetly.
The beauty's smile was like the spring flowers of the Great Jin Dynasty that had bloomed overnight. It was so beautiful that looking at it would be blasphemy.
Xiao Shao's elegant and handsome face was as cold as ever. His long eyelashes hid a trace of deep thought in his eyes.
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