The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

This country, I took it for you, Meng Chang, and the beauty that matched this country, I also took it for you.

Zhao Kuangyin, who already had this idea in his mind, even though the banquet in the palace had already started happily because of the full presence of people.

However, most of his thoughts were placed on the body of Mrs. Huarui.

It wasn't until the square stage directly in front that the inner court began to rehearse for a long time of singing, dancing and music.

To say that the female musician of the palace, there are really two brushes, which have brought this court skill to a new height.

The female artists on the field are all equipped with unique skills, blowing, pulling, playing and singing. The worst, they also have a good voice like a yellow oriole.

To seduce everyone from the temptation of beauty, and immerse all of their minds in the pursuit of performers.

As a slightly willful, peerless beauty, the attention from her body was robbed by others, and her unhappiness was naturally brought on her face.

As the patron saint of Mrs. Huarui, how could this Meng Chang be a little bit aggrieved by his prudent liver?

So these two people who were tired of the dead, pressed their heads against each other and coaxed a few words. After this wonderful song and dance, Meng Chang raised his head, and raised his hand to Zhao Kuangyin with a smile on his face. , Put forward his own request.

"I have never heard of the singing and dancing skills of the New Song Dynasty. When I saw it today, it was pleasing to the eye and quite wonderful."

"I'm not afraid of your Majesty's jokes. The ministers really don't have any grand talents in governing the country, but they still have some experience in singing, dancing and music."

"I just composed a new song and dance a few days ago and asked my love Ji to rehearse it."

"The ministers are willing to show their ugliness at the palace banquet set up by His Majesty, with singing and dancing, one praise for our emperor's brilliance and martial arts, and two for the new Song Dynasty for generations to come!"

The flattering is good, you just want to make your wife show her face.

However, Zhao Kuangyin, the leader above, was very satisfied. He twisted the beard on his chin and nodded: "I've got it."

When his voice fell, Mrs. Huarui who started her hand unfolded her large robe, stood up curledly, and softly bowed to Zhao Kuangyin: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he was indifferent to the stunning gaze of the entire field, and slowly moved towards the dancers who gradually withdrew from the field because of her appearance, and walked over.

It was as if she was demonstrating and as if she was proclaiming her sovereignty. During these steps, Mrs. Lu Huarui walked very slowly, with the pride and arrogance that only a woman could detect.

This made the hearts of Miyajis who were about to withdraw from the low platform and pass by, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

I don’t know who it is, and I don’t know which point I grabbed. The feet of this lady Huarui with her head up is like being stumbled slightly by something, and she loses her balance inexplicably, and immediately moves towards the stage. I fell over on the last step.

If Mrs. Huarui cares about the image and supports the ground with both hands, it will only be awkward and crooked.

But this meticulous woman who was always served by people seemed to be confused. She thought that she was in the Houshu Palace, which was hugged and hugged. Someone helped him in time if she fell.

Now she was actually only concerned about her beautiful image and the key protection of her chest, so she exclaimed, embracing her clothes... and slammed on that step.

Meng Chang, who was shocked in the audience, simply forgot that this was Zhao Kuangyin's palace banquet, and hurriedly got up from the front of the case, actually wanting to run on the high platform.

But at this time, Meng Chang's younger brother who was attending the banquet with him, pressed his elder brother's shoulder in one fell swoop.

Just between making a mistake and making a mistake, the people around the table discovered that the fallen lady Huarui did not make any effective protection. She was facing down and knocked her forehead directly there. On the high platform, above the last step.

Seeing Mrs. Huarui lying on the steps, she was still motionless at this time. The palace girls who had not been completely evacuated, actually ran as fast as a rabbit, and with all the effort they took, they all stood short. Under the platform, I can't avoid the place where Mrs. Huarui fell to the ground... as far as it can be.

Seeing this sudden situation, Zhao Kuangyin didn't bother to laugh or cry at this farce, and directed the court ladies next to Huangmen to make a slap on the stage, and said: "Go, go up and see what happened to Mrs. Huarui, like that. You can’t bump into it, my sweet lady."

At this moment of jumping, Gu Zheng, who was hiding in the bushes, opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Because just after Mrs. Huarui came for a face-to-face, a big red arrow gradually appeared on the back of her head.

While the arrow was turning steadily, a soul body from another world suddenly jumped out of a black hole and jumped directly behind the head of Mrs. Huarui. Once it disappeared, it instantly blended into it.

After the soul body was in place, the red arrow mark was clearly displayed.

Favored concubine system!

After confirming the purpose of the system, the manual with gold letters on the side scrolled out:

Since ancient times, there have been famous concubines all over the world, whether it is infamy or good name, they are all sought after by everyone.

This kind of power of belief comes easily. As long as the name of your favorite concubine is to the extreme, you can stand at the top of the pyramid and be admired by thousands of people.

And this pet concubine system naturally came into being.

Auxiliary host, embark on the pinnacle of favored concubine.

Of course, after seeing the name of this system, Gu Zheng sighed helplessly. It was another useless tattered thing.

Gu Zheng, who lost interest in this system in an instant, was attracted by the words of Mrs. Huarui who was slowly waking up on the stage due to the invasion of the soul body.

Because now, touching the crosswalk on his forehead, the otherworldly soul who began to swear before he could figure out the situation, the first sentence when he came here was: "X! It hurts my father! What the **** is this," Knocked my forehead!"

With Mrs. Huarui's original voice, she uttered such sturdy words, it was awkward no matter how she heard it.

After everyone was dumbfounded by Mrs. Huarui's reaction, and stunned on the scene, the confused soul touching his forehead began to turn his head to look at the situation in the field.

As his head turned more and more slowly, and when he lowered his head slightly to look at his clothes, the lady Huarui stared at his white and delicate breast, and it was dripping out twice. The tube is very unpromising... nosebleeds.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, with a soul with no temperament and two bleeding nosebleeds, she will have no sense of beauty.

Zhao Kuangyin on the stage was inexplicably amused.

But Meng Chang in the audience couldn't help but asked Mrs. Huarui who was still sitting on the steps: "Xu Ji, are you okay?"

At this time, a little palace lady on the side finally rushed to the bottom of the steps, and handed a yellow silk handkerchief to Madame Huarui. After the lady pulled it over, she buckled her handkerchief with her head up. Up, one twist on one side blocked the nosebleed.

This heroic and majestic, as if it were just another person.

This performance made Zhao Kuangyin who was sitting on the stage laugh out loud: "What a wonderful person! Mrs. Huarui, you amused me before you performed. I am so interested in your next performance. ."

"Your body performs a song and dance, but it's all right?"

This sentence made Meng Chang, who was about to refuse, choked back.

Hearing this, Mrs. Huarui, who was wiping away the residual blood under her nostrils with a handkerchief, stopped the movement under her hand, but after hesitating for less than a moment, she gave a fist to Zhao Kuangyin above her. , Back to: "Leading!"

Then he rolled up his sleeves and tucked the blood-stained crumpled handkerchief back into the hands of the little palace lady, and did not forget to touch the back of the other party's smooth little hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As soon as he mentioned the skirt that was in the way, he strode to the stage and stood in the center of the stage.

After standing in the middle, the lady Huarui carefully observed the clothes of the people in the audience again, and began to sing a little song that no one had ever heard before.

When the tune came together, Gu Zheng, who was in the audience, tweeted. The one who sang on the stage was actually a song by Li Yigang that he rarely listened to.

This singer who has become popular with reverse strings, his style is mostly Chinese style, and it is quite unusual, but it sounds pretty good.

It just so happens that this tune is also regarded as the occasion, the name of the song is the Qingming Shanghe Tu.

Unexpectedly, this later soul ball turned out to be a smart person. When singing tunes, it was automatically translated into the mandarin of the new Song Dynasty.

After Mrs. Huarui finished singing with this light voice on stage, the effect turned out to be surprisingly good.

Although the accompaniment did not keep up, Zhao Kuangyin, who was sitting at the top, still slapped his face very much.

"Okay! Madame Huarui is indeed a talented girl who is famous after the earthquake. This song has a folk flavor, and it is really catchy and easy to understand."

And Mrs. Huarui, who was standing in the middle with a big face, folded her hands and received Zhao Kuangyin's reward.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After this hand, Mrs. Huarui looked at the direction of Meng Chang who wanted to see through the stands with a complicated face, reluctantly carried her skirt, and walked down again.

I was wronged and found my seat, sat down in front of the table, and began to pretend to be melancholy.

How can the remaining inexplicable visitor communicate with her current benefactor? This is not something Gu Zheng has to worry about.

Instead, he focused all his attention on Zhao Kuangyin, who felt very wrong.