Chapter 427

One, three, five, ten... Twenty-one, twenty-one dancers, they enjoy themselves on the stage, they are pursuing perfection and stirring life in silence. They are self-improvement in charming, shouting in silence and rising in silence. They shock everyone's mind and spirit. Thousands of tender arms, with willow branches, turn the tears that once flowed into comfortable manna and drip into everyone's heart. There is such a beautiful dance and such a wonderful visual feeling.

Twenty one dancers stood in a row, stretching and shrinking their hands. That beautiful dance is like a peacock opening the screen, which makes people intoxicated. What a powerful "thousand hand Guanyin"!

The classical music makes people like hearing the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha world, and the holy and flexible dance makes people like seeing the treasure image of Guanyin. When "thousand hands Guanyin" composed the picture of "opening the screen in the prosperous age", thousands of slender hands trembled and thousands of eyes twinkled, pushing the atmosphere of the Spring Festival Gala to a higher level.

During the tide, people's hearts were deeply shocked: the legendary thousand hand and thousand eye Guanyin was interpreted so elegantly, and the sky light and human dance of thousand hand Guanyin on the stage showed such auspiciousness. People couldn't help but praise it. It's beautiful, thousand hand Guanyin! Their beautiful body language touched everyone's heartstrings.

After the dance, the applause is like thunder, and the reward is inevitable. Then there were some performances again and again, but it was too far from the one just now. They drank and whispered with the people around them. After two incense sticks, their eyes were attracted again.

Two women, a woman in white holding a harp and a woman in red holding a streamer.

She was dressed in a long white dress, with pink patterns embroidered on the wide hem, and Yanluo purple light gauze of about Zhang on her arm. Qianqian thin waist, tied with a purple brocade belt inlaid with emerald. The dark hair is tied up with a lavender ribbon, and several threads of hair fall mischievously on the shoulders, making the snappy skin more white. The face is fresh and moving without makeup. After a brief salute, he has walked to the center of the stage, sat down gracefully and calmly, and turned over the harp.

Harp is a large plucked instrument. The harp is the oldest plucked string instrument in the world. The early harp only had strings arranged according to the natural scale, and its tonality was limited. There are 47 strings of different lengths. Seven pedals can change the height of string tone and play all tonality.

The jade hand gently picks the silver string, which is slow and urgent. It is like a butterfly flying on the string. It gently sings "Qingfeng sword, where do you come from? In the falling flowers, the beauty is just a hero when they meet. The moon sabre, I don't understand, is a human dream, the world of mortals, and flashy for a lifetime

In the sky, you can walk alone through thousands of mountains and have a short face. How can the years go by? The carved flower cage is heavy with green silk. My old friend snuggles up to Liu Meng, his words are choking, and his tears fall into the smoke. The blade is awn, the shadow of the sword is cold, the Jianghu is shaken, and the sound of the Xiao is broken

Who has pity on Yi's dressing alone... "

At the same time, another woman with cloud sleeves gently waved the butterfly dance, with a slender waist and slowly twisted the floating silk sash. She danced with the music, like a butterfly dancing, like a fallen leaf swaying in the air, like a bunch of flowers in the cluster,

With the rhythm of the wind, twist your waist and bloom your brilliance, and your sweet smile always ripples on your little face. Elegant, like summer lotus, with beautiful waist, charming and moving rotation

, even the skirt rippled into a lotus in the wind. The long black hair was messy in the wind. It was so beautiful that people suspected that it was the fairy of Chang'e. at the end of the song, it was like turning around and shooting at the swallow. The most important thing was to look back and smile, all kinds of customs around the eyebrows, and the song ended,

He stood up and gasped slightly, brushing the hair in his ear with his hand.

This song "carved cage" seems to be pervasive, but also penetrates into the hearts of the people. The sound was like a beautiful, rhythmic and natural sound. After a long time, they finished playing the song, and the graceful butterfly dance also drew a pause. They stood up slowly.

The applause continued for a long time again.

Junwenlin is also a dragon heart joy. He said three good things in a row.

"Good, good, good! Come and see."

They received the reward and knelt down one after another with joy: "thank you for the reward, long live you, long live you."

"OK, step back."

Junwen Lin smiled heartily. The laughter echoed around, and the atmosphere reached a climax for a while.

A sudden voice sounded, which was clearly the eunuch's unique voice.

"Back to you, master ziluo and miss Sisi have arrived and are waiting outside the hall. Will you announce it now or later?"

Junwen converged and calmly looked at the direction outside the hall. His voice was not strong, but he said, "Xuan!"

At this time, everything was quiet. Everyone looked at the entrance in unison. I saw a man and a woman. Although the man had scars on his face, the handsome temperament still made people unable to move their eyes. The woman was dressed in pink, beautiful and charming, and her appearance was the best choice.

Yao Sisi came to the hall with the gentleman and knelt down to salute.

"The young master Cao Min has seen you before."

Junwen looked at the two people on the ground gently: "flat."

At this time, Junzi yuan walked uncontrollably to Yao Sisi, picked her up the moment before Yao Sisi got up, and hesitated: "madam, madam, why are you here?"

Yao Sisi saw Junzi yuan at this time. He was still elegant in red and handsome. Her face was more beautiful than a woman. She was stunned again. When she felt dozens of eyes behind her, she suddenly came back and looked at Junzi yuan in surprise. Then she said clearly: "demon, you are really not an ordinary person."

Dongfeng Po, like others, was shocked when he heard the word "Lady" said by Junzi yuan. A familiar sense of crisis turned around again. He stepped forward and occupied Yao Sisi, directly facing the high King's text: "Sir, she is the man in the heart of the minister. Please marry him."

"Ga!"

"I disagree."

Yao Sisi and Junzi yuan export at the same time. The former is surprised, while the latter is more shocked and eager.

Jun Wenlin was a little confused. Looking at the situation of the three people under the stage, he didn't know what it was for a moment, so he restrained his gentle tone and said in a quite serious tone: "what's the matter, emperor, tell me."

"Father Huang, she married the empress when her son-in-law was traveling abroad. She had to leave because of her eldest brother. Later, she kept looking for the empress, but there was no news."

Junzi yuan didn't say much, but it was this sentence that made it clear that Yao Sisi was the woman he had married.

Although Dongfeng Po also had thousands of tastes in his heart, he was not flustered at the moment. He remembered that Yao Sisi had told him that she had been married twice before, so the second time was with Junzi yuan. Why was Junzi yuan? It was a little difficult. He immediately said to Junwen, "Sir, Sisi is my wife who hasn't passed the door. How can Sisi be someone else's wife?"

He won't admit it anyway.

The ministers were surprised. What's the situation? Their hearts have received a lot of impact today.

"Doctor Sisi, what do you think is going on?"