Murong Xiao nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, and thank you all the princes."
Although she had some skills in striptease and pole dancing when she was a spy, her profession was, after all, a spy and a killer, and she wasn't proficient in dancing.
After thinking for a moment, Murong Xiao ordered the palace maid to prepare a large white screen for her. Amidst everyone's surprise and confusion, Murong Xiao went behind the white curtain, and a black, long, thin, and curvy figure appeared on the white screen.
The dances that everyone is familiar with are just various dance moves. The more novel ones are at most a combination of swordsmanship and dance.
However, Murong Xiao cast his figure on the screen like a silhouette, turning himself into a puppet being restrained by someone. Following the sounds of piano, flute, Xiao and guzheng, he interpreted the joys and sorrows of a puppet being controlled by someone and yearning for freedom.
When she is happy, it is as if the clouds in the sky are dancing; when she is sad, it is as if the frost and dew drops condense into tears; when she wants to break free from her restraints, it is as if a rabbit escapes from a solid prison; when she finally wakes up from her dream and finds that she is still a puppet, it is as if the heaven and earth are cut into pieces and everything is dim and dark.
Murong Xiao's dancing posture has gone beyond the description of ethereal and dreamy. Everyone, including those who are eager to see her make a fool of herself, are attracted by the story she interprets.
Especially when she tried her best and was covered in bruises but still couldn't break free from this control, the despair made people sigh deeply.
After the song ended, the four accompanists slowly lowered their instruments, their gaze still fixed on the shadow on the white screen. They could no longer recall how they had played, but all they remembered was that, despite it being their first time playing together, the shadow on the screen, guided by its storyline, had allowed them to coordinate in remarkable harmony.
I never thought that such a piece played with four instruments could produce such a shocking effect. I never thought that the silhouette behind the curtain could dominate all the music and lock the audience's attention.
Qian Yeming stared deeply at the curtain. The shadow on it seemed like the mysterious girl in his heart. Thinking that she was the puppet in this plot who wanted to break free, his heart began to ache slightly.
An unprecedented desire to protect rose from the bottom of his heart. Never before had he been so determined to survive, to become stronger, and to create a world for this woman that would bring her bright sunshine.
It wasn't until Qian Yeming coughed that Murong Xiao stood up and walked out from behind the curtain. At that moment, everyone in the audience was stunned by her dance. Their previous attitude of watching the show had already turned into awe.
This scene tonight will soon be spread, and an unprecedented variety of projection dances will soon emerge on the Kyushu continent.
The crown prince and three princes from other countries accompanied the dance with novel, unique, meaningful and storyline... Qian Ye Manqiao, who tried every means to embarrass Murong Xiao, was destined to bring humiliation upon herself.
Walking up to the princes, Murong Xiao nodded slightly, thanking everyone for their accompaniment. When she stood up, her eyes drifted over Qian Yeming. That night, her heart was on him, and even when she danced just now, she was nervous.
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