Chapter 256: Flirt and run away, break this waist



Chapter 256: Flirt and run away, break this waist

Li Yuzong had sharp ears and had heard the noise outside a long time ago.

But Emperor Wu Su did not say anything, he just stood quietly beside the Panlong Pillar.

The rhythm of the drum was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It did not sound like ordinary drumming, but more like drum music. However, it was special in that it could not be heard clearly inside the Qinzheng Hall.

Emperor Wu Su lowered his head to review the memorials and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing outside? Why is there so much noise?"

Li Yuzong stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it is Miss Ji Wu."

Seeing Emperor Wu Su raise his eyes, Li Yuzong continued, "When I passed by the Imperial Garden this afternoon, I saw the servants of the Cining Palace setting up a stage there."

Li Yuzong already knew who made this voice, but the emperor had ordered that no news about Ji Qingwu should be passed to him.

Emperor Wu Su had been deliberately ignoring her these days. When he suddenly heard her name, he tightened his grip on the imperial pen.

The drumming outside the door was getting louder, and he asked, "What is she doing? She's setting up a stage?"

Li Yuzong said: "I didn't see it either. It was just a shelf in the afternoon."

Emperor Wu Su gave a sharp look and then stood up.

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Imperial Garden.

Ji Qingwu specifically found a location closer to the Qinzheng Hall and built a platform in the middle of the flower bed.

This table is not big, but it is exquisite.

The shelf was ten feet high, with seven glass plates placed in two rows on it, and a big drum placed in front of the plates.

The musicians first played stringed and bamboo instruments, the music was elegant and beautiful.

It was just after dinner, and many ladies came to the Imperial Garden to digest their food. When they heard the noise, more than a dozen of them came to watch the fun.

Ji Qingwu changed into a dance costume with wide sleeves and narrow legs, and a red gown tied loosely around her waist. When she walked, the folds of her skirt folded like flowing moonlight, gently pouring onto the ground.

She stepped on the glass plate and leaped down, her left leg straightened, her right leg like a bow, and she danced to the beat of drums with clanging steps.

The sleeves of the moon-white dance dress were graceful and flowing, and the silver ribbon on her moon-gazing bun was floating in the air.

Following the music of string instruments played by the musicians, Ji Qingwu tiptoed on the plate and then jumped onto the drum to dance. The crowd watching exclaimed, and Wei Liru was among them.

"Empress Wei, you are the best dancer in the palace. What dance is this?"

Wei Liru didn't look at the person who asked the question, but looked at Ji Qingwu who was dancing alone in front of her.

The answer was: "This is an ancient dance, also called the Seven Plate Dance."

Few women can do this kind of dance because it requires extremely high physical strength as well as waist and leg power.

She had tried it before, but jumping onto the drum could not produce such a sonorous and rhythmic sound.

Last time at the palace banquet, Ji Qingwu said that she couldn't dance.

Ji Qingyuan happened to be standing next to Wei Liru. The two looked at each other and both thought of the performance.

Ji Qingyuan sneered and left.

Ji Qingwu's feet spun quickly on the drum, and the soft gauze followed suit. His hands were shaped like holding cups, like rippling spring water.

There hasn't been such a good dance in the palace for a long time.

Wei Liru watched carefully, taking note of the rhythm of each drum beat.

Concubine Liu, who entered the palace last year, said, "Miss Ji Wu is dancing in the Imperial Garden. Sisters, guess why?"

Baipin, who was on good terms with her, replied, "Is there any need to guess? Of course, she wanted to dance for the emperor to see."

Concubine Liu said, "I thought she was from the Empress Dowager's mother's family, and that we would have another sister in the harem, but who knew that she would be driven out by the Emperor out of annoyance after just a few days."

Wei Liru wanted to quietly appreciate the seven dancers in front of her, and was particularly annoyed by their chattering.

"You want to be annoyed by the emperor? You haven't had the chance yet. Have you ever been to Zhaoyang Palace?"

None of the people in the harem had ever spent the night in Zhaoyang Palace.

Although Emperor Wu Su has not punished Wei Ting again recently, the power of the Wei family has been largely dissipated.

Concubine Liu challenged, "I have never been to the Zhaoyang Palace, but I have only been in the palace for a year. Sister Wei is an old lady in the palace, so how come I have never heard of her staying in the Zhaoyang Palace?"

Wei Liru turned away and said contemptuously: "Who do you think you are? How dare you shout in front of me?"

Lady Liu said angrily: "Your brother has been demoted to guard the city gate, and you still..."

Bai Bin pulled her sleeve and told her to stop talking.

Wei Liru said: "What do you think? No matter what I do now, it is better than your useless brother."

They were quarrelling loudly.

Then came the eunuch's shrill voice.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

The few of them stopped arguing, tidied their appearance and prepared to meet the emperor.

The musicians' string and wind music also stopped.

Emperor Wu Su walked up to them and asked, "What are you doing?"

The tone was so cold that it seemed like ice was falling from the sky.

The Wei concubine had the highest rank here, and she stepped forward to reply, "Your Majesty, we were attracted here by the drumming of Miss Ji's Seven Plate Dance."

Emperor Wu Su looked at the empty stage and his face darkened.

Wei Liru raised her head and looked upwards. At some point, Ji Qingwu had disappeared.

She said in amazement: "Miss Ji was here just now. This seven-plate dance is so exquisite and gorgeous. I haven't seen enough."

Ji Qingwu was dancing on the stage, and he had already ordered people to stare at the direction of the Qinzheng Hall on the side of the stage.

If the emperor came, she would evacuate immediately.

Emperor Wu Su hesitated for a while whether to come and see. After finding a reason in his mind, he came but did not see the person he wanted to see.

He looked at the drum edge with a red totem engraved on it on the stage with dark eyes.

Concubine Wei hadn’t seen enough, but he hadn’t seen enough.

Concubine Liu had been in the palace for a short time and still had unrealistic expectations of the emperor, hoping that she could be the exception.

She pretended to sprain her ankle and fell towards Emperor Wu Su.

Not even the corner of the emperor's clothes was touched. Li Yuzong supported Concubine Liu and said with a smile: "Concubine Liu, please be careful. Falling on the ground may cause brain disease. I will ask the imperial physician to take a look for you."

Emperor Wu Su strode away again.

This kind of situation happened many times in the palace afterwards.

Ji Qingwu would make a big noise in the harem every one or two days, and every time he would do it in front of the emperor, letting him know but not seeing it.

Once, it was at night, just when Emperor Wu Su was about to go to bed.

Ji Qingwu led the palace servants and quietly pulled a curtain not far from the Zhaoyang Palace, shining a warm light.

Xiao Dongzi, who was on duty at night, saw this and immediately became alert. He went into the hall to tell the emperor a message.

The woman in red is charming, her waist is like a willow, swaying gracefully, and every time she twists her body, it makes people want to break her waist.

Emperor Wu Su initially stood in front of the window, then gradually moved to the door and stood with his hands behind his back.

My mind was tickled by the enchanting dance and my body started to feel hot.

He finally couldn't help it and walked towards the white curtain.

Ji Qingwu behind the curtain seemed to have the ability to escape underground and soon disappeared from sight.

Emperor Wu Su walked to the front of the curtain and could still smell the fragrance that was neither flower nor fruit.

His palm touched the soft silk curtain, and his eyes were dark as if there was a thick fog that could not be melted.

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