After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 189
A red dress fluttered with her figure.

One dance and one posture are like fairies among flowers in the garden.

What she lacks now is the clothes.

Jiang Zhao was watching from the side. She had just finished her lunch and was lying on a recliner with the sun shining on her body. She was already a little drowsy now.

Anyway, she's fine now, she didn't resist the heavy feeling on her eyelids, and just fell asleep like that.

Seeing this, Si Mubai went to the upstairs room to bring a blanket to cover her, to prevent her from catching a cold.

Winter sleepiness is also very sleepy.

Si Mubai simply moved a recliner and lay down next to Jiang Zhao.

Looking at the two people who were sleeping, Liu Ruoxiang told Huaxiu to practice farther away.

After a while, Jiuqi woke up from hunger.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Jiang Zhao and Simu Bai lying in the garden basking in the sun.

It was a comfortable enough day.

Walking over, I saw Chu Yao dancing, covered by trees.

Chu Yao is worthy of being an oiran, she danced so well that Jiu Qi couldn't bear to look away.

To say that Jiang Zhao's appearance is definitely not inferior to the two, or even better.

But Jiu Qi has never felt that Jiang Zhao is beautiful, although he is good-looking, but his personality is too bad, so he knows to catch him and tease him.

If Jiang Zhao knew, he would definitely say that my talent must have covered up my beauty.

There is no way, her appearance allows her to have the capital of narcissism.

Seeing Jiu Qi come out, Chu Yao said.

"Ms. Jiang left some food for you, and it's heating up on the stove."

She was afraid that Jiuqi would not be found, so she reminded her aloud.

Jiu Qi nodded at her, indicating that he knew.

When I ran into the kitchen, I saw an iron basin simmering on a small stove.

Open the lid, and there is a small plate inside that contains all kinds of side dishes, as well as buns and porridge.

Jiu Qi couldn't wait to reach for it, but his burned hands touched his ears.

"Huh, huh, it's so hot, it's burning me to death."

At this time, Chu Yao, who was practicing dancing in the garden, heard the voice and came over to take a look.

I saw a picture of Jiuqiyi being burned to the point of jumping.

She hurried over and asked.

"Are you OK."

Jiuqi shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, why are you here?"

"I heard movement and came over to see if something happened to you."

Chu Yao said.

Looking at the small stove in front of Jiuqi, she understood what happened.

He took the rag from one side and helped him take out the food inside.

"Okay, let's eat."

After finishing all this, Chu Yao went back to practice dancing in the garden.

Jiu Qi drank the sweet porridge, the little lady was still thinking about herself, and left so much food for herself.

If he found out that there was chicken porridge for breakfast, he would probably have to curse again.

After breakfast touched, Jiuqi tidied up and moved a recliner next to Jiang Zhao to bask in the sun.

Looking at Chu Yao under the sun with squinted eyes, she tirelessly practiced her dance movements.

After Jiang Zhao woke up, he stared at Chu Yao.

Although her dance moves are beautiful, they are all too beautiful.

And she doesn't have that sense of freedom.

So although her dance is beautiful, it makes people feel soulless.

Jiang Zhao couldn't help her change this point.

Chu Yao grew up in the Jiaofang Division, and the education she received was very similar to the cramming education in her previous life, so she couldn't show the feeling of freedom.

Fortunately, Chu Yao has been immersed in dance for more than ten years, and her experience makes up for the lack of feeling.

Those who don't know how to dance will still think it's a good dance, but those who know how to dance can see it to some extent.

Seeing Jiang Zhao looking at herself, Chu Yao stopped and asked, "Ms. Jiang, is there something wrong with my movements?"

Jiang Zhao shook her head, her dance moves were not a problem at all, and she was even more professional than her teacher in her previous life.

But she, a person living in a feudal dynasty, does not have the freedom of her previous society.

Jiang Zhao stretched his waist, it was almost time for dinner, and the nap time was a bit long.

I went to the backyard to see Wei Xiang who was still practicing. Wei Xiang closed his eyes and felt someone approaching.

Just as he was about to open his eyes to see who it was, that person left.

A little bored, Jiang Zhao went back to the room to find the bamboo flute from before, and started to play it.

I didn't think about what tune to play, so I casually played the accompaniment of a song I heard in my previous life.

The sound of the flute is cheerful and melodious.

Si Mubai, who had been lying on the recliner with his eyes closed, opened them.

He didn't expect Jiang Zhao to compose music, he had never heard of this piece.

But it sounds like this song should have words.

But Jiang Zhao was playing the flute, so she didn't have the chance to sing lyrics.

After one song, Liu Ruoxiang was still teaching Huaxiu to practice her voice.

Now Hua Sha couldn't care less, and ran to Jiang Zhao's side.

"Ms. Jiang, can you teach me this song?"

A sound idiot is a sound idiot, and he can't resist the temptation of a good tune.

Jiang Zhao nodded: "Of course."

In her mind, there are 5000 years of music in China.

Afterwards, she played a few more casually, both ancient and popular.

This made Liu Ruoxiang's eyes shine when looking at Jiang Zhao. In her opinion, Jiang Zhao is a walking music library.

The pieces she played were styles she had never heard before.

This made them understand why Jiang Zhao could become the number one female champion of the Tianyu Dynasty.

With this talent, even if she doesn't go to the imperial examinations, she can still earn a lot of money even if she spends her time in romantic places.

Even if she is a man, Jiaofangsi and Shihuaguan can let her whore for nothing.

She writes a poem at will, and those courtiers want her to prostitute for free.

But Jiang Zhao is a daughter, she hates it!
At this moment, Jiang Zhao himself didn't know Liu Ruoxiang's inner thoughts, but just took a pen and paper to write out the score she played just now.

I wrote the music score I played just now, and I also wrote some ancient songs, which will be more in line with this era.

Give the written score to Liu Ruoxiang.

She looked at these music scores one by one, her light white hands trembling slightly.

These things are like a huge treasure to her, and Jiang Zhao is an inexhaustible treasure house to her.

Liu Ruoxiang is now very fortunate to have met Jiang Zhao at the House of Ministers of the Household Department.

With these things, she can secure her position as the oiran of the Planting Flower Pavilion, and with this flying dance by Chu Yao, no one will challenge her position in Jiaofang Division.

At noon, Jingshuilou delivered lunch.

Jiuqi heard the knock on the door and ran over excitedly to open it.

"It must be Jingshuilou delivering food."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw two waiters who came to deliver food in the morning, holding three large food boxes in their hands. It seemed that the dishes were much more than in the morning.

After moving the three food boxes in one by one, I returned the two food boxes from the morning to them.

Si Mubai took out his private seal and stamped it, and the two juniors then retired.

(End of this chapter)