The alluring female Zhuge: forced to be a concubine

Chapter 22
The reason why I chose it is because the melody of this piece is almost the same as that of "Dancing Heart Like a Butterfly", and the lyrics are somewhat sad.Zhuo Zhifu listened to the musician play a few times, corrected some places, and then hummed a few lines by herself, and gradually found the feeling of learning to dance.

Music can move people because people have invested their emotions in it, and dance can confuse people because every frown and smile in the dance moves according to the heart.

Time passed quickly, and the dancer had already prepared her dance clothes and began to bathe and change her clothes.

There was an unwritten rule in the court that all dancers who wanted to perform in front of the emperor had to bathe with a specific aromatherapy and then change into their dance clothes.

After freshening up, Zhuo Zhifu changed into her blue and white white gauze with faint fluorescence, and tied the crimson belt, silver-blue silk sash, and silver-blue long satin. Draped behind.

The dancer's hand twisted the rouge to draw a bewitching butterfly shadow on her red-scarred face. After a while, the dancing blue butterfly appeared on her face.

The ink-like hair is combed from the ears into bundles and scattered behind the head, and a butterfly hairpin is pinned to the hair on the right side.To bring the butterflies on her face to life, the dancer put a touch of fluorescent powder on her.

After everything is done, the time will come to the end of the Xu Dynasty.After waiting for nearly half an hour, as the dancer slowly retreated, a somewhat poignant erhu sound resounded.

The candles on the stage were also blown out for nearly half. In the darkness, everyone's eyes were attracted by the flickering figure on the stage, and they even forgot that the wine in their hands had spilled on the table.

"Heart, neither too late nor too early, chaotic like raging grass, write down unspeakable tunes; love, beat around the bush, where to run, can't hide from the noise of the heartbeat, my mind is as light as a butterfly dancing, as heavy as a backpack, willow eyebrows and flowers are delicate It’s hard to prevent the brows and corners of my eyes; my dusk suddenly dawns, it’s gone, it’s hard to escape, the pulse is like a dance of swords and flowers, and it’s hard to escape a joyful trouble..." (lyric source "Heart Like a Butterfly Dance")
The dance shirt was swaying lightly, the blue silk was dancing, the black hair was floating up with the breeze, and the snow-white bare feet were slowly falling to the ground, as if beating the hearts of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)