Chapter 203： Dance to conquer

Feng Zhicheng was taken aback when he heard An Ruixin’s words and nodded, “Of course, Miss An can play freely.”

An Ruixin's lips twitched slightly, and she said nothing more.

There is no music in the box, and there is no atmosphere set off by the background of the times. It is necessary for An Ruixin to master the rhythm of the dance and master the emotional control, but this does not affect An Ruixin's performance.

An Ruixin's subordinates moved slightly, and Feng Zhicheng's attention had been focused on her.

The dance performed by An Ruixin does not seem complicated, but for Feng Zhicheng, a director who has thoroughly studied this series of dances because of his work needs, it is enough to make him shine.

Smooth dance steps seem as if a fish shuttles between streams and mountains leisurely and comfortably, and as if a bird is playing in the forest like a lively joy.

One spin, one jump, not only the enchanting posture of the dancer, but also the heart of the person watching.

Suddenly, An Ruixin bounced forward, her slender legs stretched out in a straight line with the air, and her head raised high, as if a noble swan raised her neck.

When    landed again, An Ruixin was already turning her back to everyone present.

The cultivated knuckles change in different shapes, and when everyone can't see the facial expressions of the dancers, they accurately express their true inner feelings, and the rendering of emotions and charm quietly overflows.

Turning her legs slightly, An Ruixin stood up from the ground smoothly and lightly, and looked back slowly.

At this moment, the expression on her face has become determined and determined from the joy and affection at the beginning, revealing a bit of tragic and vigorous amidst her sorrow, and rushing straight into Feng Zhicheng's eyes, making him clearly feel the shock from the soul. .

With just one look, he seemed to see the stubborn beauty who wore a red wedding gown before the beloved one thousand years ago.

Become embarrassed on all sides, the horns screamed, and the beauty in the tent was picturesque. She raised her hand and kissed her jade-like neck with a sharp blade, but her eyes were staring at her lifelong love, loyal and affectionate.

The bright red blood gurgled down along the translucent sword body, splashing the blood-red wedding gown, which properly confirmed the familiar singing voice.

"The soldiers of the Han have already left the ground, and the songs of Chu are all over the place; the king is full of energy, and the cheap concubine has no life."

Feng Zhicheng suddenly regretted it. If the scene in front of him can be accompanied by a melody of music, and then the person in front of him is dressed in a bright red wedding dress, he will be a Yu Ji who has come out of the writings of the literati poker!

Which is like now, such a background, such a costume, such a silent pantomime, it is simply a violent thing! It just happens that the person who is so violent is himself!

Yes, Yu Ji, this is the unique Yu Ji in his mind!

An Ruixin finished her dance, turned her head to look at a few people, and finally fixed her gaze on Feng Zhicheng: "Director Feng, what do you think?"

Feng Zhicheng woke up like a dream, and his gaze at An Ruixin was no longer sharp, but warmed a little: "You dance very well, although you can see that you are not very proficient, but you are very hardworking and have practiced in private? "

"Well, I found a few videos on the Internet and practiced for a while."

Feng Zhicheng nodded, and Zhuangruo asked inadvertently: "How come you want to practice this?"

An Ruixin smiled, raised her head and looked at Feng Zhicheng without fear, and said every word: "Because Director Feng wants Yu Ji, not Ye Zitong."