Yuan Heng played the piano, Liu He drummed the serpent, Daqiao, Xiaoqiao danced, Sun Ce and others were playing the rhythm to cheer up, and the whole family was talking and laughing, and they were having fun. But after changing their clothes, Zhen Mi, who was excited, stood beside her wrapped in a sable fur, with a look on her face not very natural.

Sun Ce turned around and saw it, waved repeatedly. "Ami, come quickly, come quickly."

Zhen Mi squeezed out a smile and timidly approached Sun Ce to sit down. "King."

Seeing Zhen Mi wearing an unprecedented headdress, wrapped in thick sable fur, the hem of the sable fur was one foot away from the ground, her feet were tilted with her feet, revealing her snow-white ankles, and she seemed to be wearing a footwear, and she was naked. She couldn't help but feel a little strange. In the cold winter, although there was a fire in the house, it was still cold. What dance was Zhen Mi going to do?

"What kind of dance are you doing?" Sun Ce looked up, but saw that Zhen Mi looked unnatural and didn't understand her intentions. Without thinking too much, he pulled her to sit next to her, lifted up the corner of her clothes, covered Zhen Mi's feet, picked up Zhen Mi's sable fur and looked at it. It turned out that there was only a thin dance dress inside, and he couldn't help but feel distressed. "Are you cold?"

Zhen Mi's little feet moved, and her face turned slightly red. "It's not cold. It's just..."

"Speak if you have anything, don't hesitate."

"I just neglected and forgot to report to the king and queen. I will use the accompaniment later, otherwise... I'd better forget it."

Hearing the word "Praise", Sun Ce suddenly understood Zhen Mi's little thoughts, and realized that Yuan Heng played the piano not only because of a cold show, but a battle where there was no smoke. Praise is military music and a special ceremonial guard of the general. He needed his approval to use the Praise accompaniment. In terms of etiquette, Yuan Heng, the wife of Yuan Heng, also needed the consent of Zhen Mi. Zhen Mi didn't say it just now, but now she said that she was suspected of being favored. With her intelligence, it is unlikely that such mistakes are negligent.

He has always been disgusted with these etiquettes and will not stop her. Only Yuan Heng will be disgusted. However, in this situation, Yuan Heng's opposition will make people feel old-fashioned and suspicious of being cold. Yuan Heng just reminded him that he was confronted by unknown reasons. Yuan Quan took a step back and asked Yuan Heng to play the piano and accompany him. He then pulled Liu and the drum serpents. The Qiao sisters were actually stealing Zhen Mi's limelight. Zhen Mi saw that the situation was wrong and dared not fight head-on, so she could only give up.

"This negligence is really not supposed to be." Sun Ce clicked Zhen Mi's nose and squeezed his eyes. "Why don't you apologize to the queen quickly."

Zhen Mi understood. Sun Ce agreed and wanted to support her, asking her to make up for the form and give Yuan Heng a face. She looked up at Yuan Heng, and Yuan Heng focused on playing the piano, staring at him without squinting, and chuckled, "Since the king agreed, you should prepare quickly."

"Thank you Queen." Zhen Mi said again: "No need to fully sing, just have Hu drums and squids."

Yuan Heng didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced. Sun Ce saw the embarrassment and quietly scratched Zhen Mi's soles. Zhen Mi was afraid of itch and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. She hooked her toes and dodged, and did not look at Sun Ce. She turned to admire the dance between the bridge and the small bridge.

This changed "Eighteen Beats of Hu Zu" is cheerful and lingering, originally a standard and despicable sound, sweet and sweet, but now it is crafted into a dance, with more visual effects and more intuitive. Looking at Xiaoqiao's straight man, people think of Zhou Lang, who is both civil and military, and the girl is full of heart, but Sun Ce is a little sour. He is not afraid of not knowing things, but afraid of comparing things with goods. Although Sun Lang's martial arts skills are superb, he is not as popular as the romantic Zhou Lang after all. Even his wives, concubines, and younger siblings think that Zhou Lang is more handsome, which is simply a slap in the face.

A shallow era, a shallow person.

After the dance, the atmosphere in the hall was warm. Not only did the Qiao sisters danced with pretty faces blushing, but the dancers also clapped and clapped hard. Sun Shangxiang rushed over, hugged Xiaoqiao and kissed her hard, and laughed and said, "You are so handsome."

Sun Ce looked at Zhen Mi and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Look at you."

Zhen Mi raised her chin slightly, her eyes were confident. "I will never let down the king, the queen." She stood up with Sun Ce's shoulders, and she slid her hands, and the sable fur slid down her body, revealing a sparkling tight dance dress, outlining her graceful figure just right. Sun Ce knew at a glance that this dance dress was definitely not borrowed, but tailored and carefully crafted.

It can be seen that Zhen Mi has been preparing for this day for a long time. Is she so confident?

Zhen Mi raised her feet high, gently landed her feet, and took off her silk shoes and drew an arc, attracting everyone's attention, including Sun Ce, who followed her feet and turned her head involuntarily. Zhen Mi walked to the center of the dance hall, tiptoed, and walked around the fire pit, holding her hands with her hands and straightening her body. As she stepped out, the silver jewelry on her head sounded, with a clear rhythm, but it was also captivating, and had a magical rhythm.

Sun Ce was sucked all of a sudden. He felt that Zhen Mi's dance was definitely better than the dance dances danced by the Qiao sisters just now.

"This is..." Sun Shangxiang raised his hand and kept lit it. He thought of something, but couldn't say the specific name. Sun Ce also had this feeling. The rhythm was very familiar, but he couldn't remember which dance it was. He was not very familiar with singing and dancing, and he usually read a lot, but he didn't remember it carefully.

"Dong, dongdong, dongdong..." Hu drums sounded, and two girls Zhao slapped the Hu drums on their waists, twisted their waists, swayed their hips, and jumped into the field. The other two girls Zhao blew the flute, and the long and high-pitched flute sound suddenly became a little more excited, as if they were in the battlefield before the war. The two armies faced each other, and the drums and horns sounded together, and warriors rode out to show off their skills and challenge in front of the two armies.

Sun Ce understood that this dance was indeed accompanied by admiration. The zither was too elegant and could not reflect the passion and heroism that belonged to the battlefield.

With the rhythm of Hu drums and flutes, Zhen Mi danced gracefully. Her movements were not complicated and could be understood at a glance, but they were strong and had a strong sense of rhythm, which made people dance involuntarily. After a while, Sun Shangxiang pulled Xu Jie into the venue. With Zhen Mi dancing, Sun Yi and Sun Lang couldn't sit steadily. They shook their heads and shoulders to the rhythm, and were extremely excited. Even Sun Kuang, who had always been quiet, shook his body.

Sun Ce also had the urge to dance, but he did not move. He reached out and pulled Yuan Heng's hand and beat him gently.

Zhen Mi's dance posture seemed to have a magical power, tempting more and more people to join. Those who did not join could not help but twist their bodies and beat them. Especially when she supported her hands and her legs were like a galloping horse, she felt a sense of sassiness. Sun Shangxiang was the most touching. Although her dance posture was not as standard as Zhen Mi, her momentum was even better, as if she was leading thousands of troops to rush around, and those who were in charge of the people. Unconsciously, Zhen Mi pushed her forward and acted as Sun Shangxiang's guard side by side with Xu Jie. The three of them had magical synchronized, making people wonder if they had practiced it a long time ago.

Watching a group of girls twisting around the fire pit, shouting in unison, performing the excitement and majesty of the battlefield, Sun Ce felt very passionate.

This is my dance. Zhou Yu and Cai Yan's delicacy and affection are not worth mentioning.

"Oh, what kind of dance is this? It's so beautiful." Guo Jia walked in at some point. After glanced at it, he couldn't help but sigh, and his steps couldn't help but keep up with the rhythm. The Han people were cheerful and full of emotions. They could sing and dance well, both men and women. Guo Jia was also a master of this kind. He hanged with the Kabuki from Zhao Guo every day, and was not unfamiliar with the music of this rhythm. He glanced at it and understood the key points and danced all the way to Sun Ce.

"It's time?" Sun Ce asked loudly while watching the dance. On New Year's Eve, when midnight comes, he wants to climb the city to accept congratulations from the soldiers, and at the same time distribute New Year's red envelopes to share joy with the people.

"It's still early." Guo Jia approached Sun Ce and danced, saying, "There is news coming to Changyi that when the minister Xi Lu returned home, he visited Cao Ang. The Yanzhou family has frequently gone out to the prefectures and may have abnormal movements."

Sun Ce turned to look at Guo Jia and sneered: "What do you think Cao Ang will choose?"

Guo Jia smiled slightly. "Cao Ang is not useful, Chen Gong, Mao Jie is the key. But the court is afraid that it will take Cao Ang some weakness."

"It's okay, no matter what tricks they play, I will defeat it with my strength."

Guo Jia laughed. "That's right." He turned his eyes to the dancer in the field and praised him. "The third general is becoming more and more courageous. He is worthy of being the king's sister. I don't know which kid is lucky to marry her."

"Is that boy in your house OK?"

"Forget it, forget it." Guo Jia shook his hand with regret. "The boy in my family is a tiger in front of him, but he becomes a rat in front of the third general. Now, he has not dared to show up this year and refuses to come. He would rather not even be disgusted with money."

Sun Ce laughed. Everything was overwhelming, Guo Jia was unruly and joked in front of him. His son Guo Yi also inherited his family tradition and had always been slutty, but he was so cowardly in front of Sun Shangxiang that he didn't even dare to show off his anger.

"Okay, I'll go out to drink." Guo Jia looked reluctantly for a while, then turned around and left. Today is New Year's Eve, and it is a rare day for a year to drink openly, so he is unwilling to miss this good opportunity.

"Go, go, be careful, if you drink too much, you will completely ban alcohol tomorrow."

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Sun Ce quickly forgot about Cao Ang. The court's reaction was already in the plan, and he knew what Cao Ang would react. No matter how Cao Ang chose, he had a response plan and would not affect the overall situation. The only one who was affected was probably his younger sister Sun Shangying. However, Sun Shangying was not a child, and she should have been mentally prepared the moment she decided to marry Cao Ang.

Since that's the case, what are you going to worry about? Let's see what tricks these dying people can do. I hope they can have some real skills so that I can sharpen these nine knives a little sharper.

Sun Ce was in a good mood. He watched Zhen Mi dance through his face and asked loudly, "A Mi, what kind of dance is this?"

“Gaogamira.”

"What?"
Chapter completed!