The final competition of the morning was the dance, with the sequence remaining as before.
The previous contestants had performed the ’Long-sleeved Dance’, the ’Plate Drum Dance’, the ’Rotating Dance’, and the ’Sword Dance’, with all their movements being lively and uniquely charming. Presumably, Hai Ruofeng and Su Manru indeed paled in comparison, and no wonder the Emperor had resigned to the expectation of their loss.
Yang Mengchen paid special attention to Princess Yashuang and Princess Feilan. Princess Feilan performed the ’Sword Dance’, brilliantly interpreting Beiyue Country’s fierce and bold folk customs. Meanwhile, Princess Yashuang’s dance was truly the peerless beauty recognized by all.
Princess Yashuang performed the ’Dance of Proud Phoenix and Crane’. Her steps followed the beat of the music, moving gracefully as a luan bird nesting and soaring swiftly like a startled crane at night. Her flowing water sleeves, as if imbued with life, alternated between the roll of the waves and the movement of clouds, the flight of rainbows and the rise of smoke, all controlled at will. Her swaying long skirt, soft waist, and graceful figure, coupled with her radiant and sweeping gaze, were simply pristine, sacred, and beyond description.
Naturally, Princess Yashuang received a round of enthusiastic applause.
Perhaps influenced by her performance, the next few contestants made several mistakes, yet some still earned applause.
As the previous contestant finished her performance, Yang Mengchen took Hai Tang to change her costume.
After the contestant had completed her act, Mo Mei and her companions brought a table to the center of the stage. They then lit the harmless smoke bombs provided by Chu Dieyi, and stood at the four corners. With their Inner Strength at work, the wisps of white smoke constantly lingered around the table without dispersing.
Just as the audience was filled with wonder and curiosity, Long Xuanmo once again played his flute, and a flash of golden and purple light crossed before everyone’s eyes. When they focused, to their amazement, they found Yang Mengchen slowly standing up amidst the white smoke, suddenly sweeping into dance. fгeewebnovёl.com
Her hair was styled into a Fly Moon Bun with a Purple Jade Starflower Hairpin adorning it, petals blooming silently, Wisteria Tassel hanging below, strands of glossy black hair by her ears, her face transcendent and otherworldly, eyes shining like stars, lips curved in a faint smile, skin as pale as snow. She wore a light purple long dress, with a snow-white brocade sash embroidered with waves tied around her waist, and light purple gauze wrapped around her arms.
"Like a startled swan, graceful as a dragon in flight, bright as autumn chrysanthemums, flourishing like spring pine, vaguely like light clouds shielding the moon, whistling like the wind returning snow, distant to behold, it glows like the rising sun over morning mists, intense to observe, it blazes like the lotus emerging from clear waves..." Chu Dieyi’s clear voice, accompanied by the sound of the flute, slowly rose.
Gazing at Yang Mengchen, who seemed like a fairy dancing upon the waves of clouds, drifting slowly like a cloud and spinning rapidly like a tornado, at times her brows knitted, portraying infinite sorrow, at times her smile radiant, expressing boundless joy, and at times her body turned sideways, casting down her lashes in shy charm... Everyone was spellbound, barely daring to breathe, lest they disturb the celestial.
Yang Mengchen’s dance was an adaptation of ’Love in Death’ from the ’Dance of Luoshen’. She had looked it up and found that this era did not have ’Dance of Luoshen’. In the modern age, television dramas and records mentioned that ’Dance of the Lohas’ originated from ’Dance of Luoshen’, but it was very different from ’Love in Death’.
In her previous life, she had known a distinguished dancer who spent three years creating a dance based on ’Dance of Luoshen’. It was even more aesthetically captivating, fully expressing the ethereal and elusive love between mortals and deities, along with the sorrow and melancholy.
Sadly, not long after, the dancer died in a car accident. She wanted to promote this dance, both to showcase the dancer’s achievements and to remember her. She had watched the dancer perform many times and had an eidetic memory, so she went to a dance school to find someone to learn from. While they danced well, she always felt something was missing. Dissatisfied, she eventually recorded the music and choreography and handed them to Fang Chenxu.
When she had the time, she also practiced at home, but without natural dance talent, years of practice did not allow her to grasp its essence, nor could she capture the spirit of the dancer.
It wasn’t until her life-and-death separation from Ah Ming and Wende that she finally understood the soul of this dance. Hai Tang watched her, gobsmacked, and even exaggeratedly said, "Such a dance should only exist in the heavens, seldom heard of in the human world." Her praise made Yang Mengchen blush, yet her heart was filled with joy.
Witnessing this spectacularly beautiful dance for the first time, everyone was captivated, a bit dazed in their expressions. Was she Princess Chen dancing atop the foam, or a fairy descended to earth?
As the melody of the flute picked up pace, Yang Mengchen suddenly ’floated’ up into the air, spinning rapidly and gracefully mid-air as if about to fly towards the heavens...
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