Chapter 8: Heaven's Gift of Wind and Emotion

  The young lady Man Yun from the "Phoenix Comes to Rest" courtyard was dancing just now, and after a while, she danced behind the curtain and didn't come out for a long time. The audience waiting below gradually became impatient.

  "Hey, where's he gone? He was jumping around just now and now he's vanished?"

  "Isn't it about releasing new songs and dances today, and competing for the right to spend the night with the newly arrived beautiful Man Yun girl?"

  "This dance is nothing special, just a few changed movements, I've seen it all before..."

  "Feng Lai Qi isn't just because it lacks novelty, always inferior to the charming and beautiful butterfly double flying next door. This time, they racked their brains to come up with a new dance move to attract customers, thinking there would be some new tricks, but in the end, it's still the same old thing..."

  The music suddenly changed.

  The soft and lingering melody came to a stop, and after a moment of silence, the women's voices rose up in unison chanting.

  No humming or singing, no melody, no accompaniment, in the silence, it was the women's chorus of "ah, ah, ah..." The sound started very softly, with a hint of panting, like a gentle whisper on a quiet night, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers, striking the golden hooks on the bed.

  The faces of the onlookers changed from initial bewilderment to a faint blush, their eyes beginning to shine.

  "Ah......ah......ah......" The woman's voice grew louder and more urgent, the extreme monotony somehow concentrating everyone's minds. People's hearts began to pound, first gently stirred, then vigorously agitated. All the blood in their bodies seemed to surge up with the rising pitch of the sound. Scenes flashed through their minds: the top of the bean arbor, willows in the spring breeze, golden silk quilts, white jade and fragrant incense...

  A crowd of onlookers swarmed over involuntarily, their faces flushed red and their palms sweating profusely.

  Behind the curtain, a group of women knelt and sat down, chanting in unison as required by Jing Hengbo, looking at the excited expressions of the men outside the account, all of whom were somewhat stunned.

  The old woman crouched on one side, her eyes gleaming brightly.

  She never thought that without the gorgeous dance, without exposing her skin, without provocative movements, and without light music, just relying on the sound of women's voices, it could make people's blood boil.

  "You said you'd dance? Dance then! I'll agree to whatever you want after the dance!" The old procuress's suspicious look turned into anticipation, as she urged Jing Hengbo repeatedly.

  Jing horizontally waved his hand, picked up a half-face feathered mask and put it on, grasped a prepared iron rod, and lifted the curtain to go out.

  Everyone looked up, their eyes shining brightly.

  The woman who suddenly appeared on the stage had a seductive figure, and although she was wearing a mask on her face, the pair of eyes that were exposed flowed with a charming light, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, which was a rare peach blossom eye, the pupils were large and lively, even when still, they were like spring water, and when she glanced around, it was even more dazzling.

  The half-face mask was butterfly-shaped, with flying feathers as its wings, but the colorful feathers dancing in the wind couldn't compare to the sparkle in her eyes.

  Some of the old hands in the flower crowd have already started cheering, and they all know that with just these eyes, this woman is a top-notch product.

  More people focused on the woman's attire, that rare bright red cheongsam, outlining her curves tightly, every inch of ups and downs, was a wonderful line that could withstand scrutiny.

  Not to mention the short skirt and half-sleeved top, exposing her arms and legs, with smooth and lustrous skin, slender but not bony...

  "Beauty is granted by heaven, the ultimate beauty in human world..." The old masters of flower arrangement drooled.

  "But what's she doing with that stick? Is she going to perform a stick dance or something? Such a beautiful woman, it's a pity..."

  Not far away, on a big tree, there were also people whispering to each other.

  "It's out! It's out! Indeed it is Her Majesty the Queen!"

  "National Master, should we... now?"

  Yelü Qi leaned against his chin, with great interest staring at Jing Hengbo, waving his hand.

  "Let's take a look first."

  It seems that the new queen is going to perform a dance? He really wants to see what kind of shocking and stunning dance Her Majesty, the Queen, can come up with.

  He adjusted his sitting posture and subconsciously touched his waistband again - since the waistband was robbed, he seemed to have left this sequelae.

  My fingers are cool on the waistband, but my heart is a little hot, and I'm feeling a bit confused, complicated, angry, and crying with laughter.

  Such complex emotions, all because of meeting a new queen who is out of tune.

  He hadn't felt such complex emotions in years.

  He never thought that a woman with no martial arts skills would make him lose his footing and be forced to defend himself.

  Her abandon, extravagance, freedom and recklessness shone brightly like a fluttering flag, suddenly appearing in his field of vision, suddenly pouncing on his face with soft and vibrant ups and downs, as if even his breathing was stifled.

  Having lived in the wilderness for over twenty years, I have seen countless women, and there is no shortage of beautiful and charming ones. However, none of them has ever existed as vividly as she does - brazenly possessing, carefreely declaring, yet exuding elegance and charm.

  Others' brilliance is reserved, with a sense of fear and submission to the rules of this world; her brilliance, however, is unbridled, shattering the iron walls and barriers of human society with just one hand.

  It's hard to imagine what kind of sparks will fly when the rigid and dogmatic Queen of the Wild meets such a carefree character.

  He suddenly looked forward to it very much.

  ……

  The wooden table top has gaps, and Jing Hengbo inserts the flat end of a stick into the gap to fix it.

  This is her dance prop and also her weapon, just in case something goes wrong, she still relies on this stick to protect herself.

  As for the dance to be jumped... steel pipe... oh no iron rod dance.

  A glimpse of a humble smile amidst the waves - steel pipe dance? Haven't systematically learned it, just interested in watching, can't perform the most standard professional dance.

  But these earth eggs haven't been seen either.

  She still hummed a simple tune, stretched out her body, extremely relaxed, lifted one long leg, and suddenly she was doing a split on the pole!

  Her soft body stretched out in a straight line, like a red flame snake. The safety shorts inside her skirt were also bright red, and the men's exclamations almost instantly blew up the stage.

  The leaves rustled loudly, and Yelü Qi, who had been lying down, suddenly sat up with a start, his movement so violent that he almost fell off.

  "This movement......" A guard beside him stared blankly.

  "This body..." A guard's face turned bright red as he hurriedly covered his face, but left behind a huge gap that could be peeked through.

  Yelü Xiande made a decision, and suddenly he stood up straight and shouted: "What's the big deal! The dances of Great Yan are all like this. By the way, what are you all doing here? Don't you need to be on guard in all directions? Won't the enemy take advantage of the opportunity to sneak over? And I told you to keep passing on the whereabouts of Gong Yin at all times, who allowed you all to slack off here? Go quickly!

  “……”

  The guards were blown down from the tree, taking three steps back and forth while walking and shouting: You just said everyone would watch together!

  ……

  The scenery on stage is like a horizontal wave, sliding down like a snake, hooking one leg and making a flying spin.

  The figure of Dingge is a peony swaying gently in the spring breeze.

  People's eyes flashed with bright colors, and their minds were also like flames and winds that rose up.

  Indeed novel!

  "Jump! Jump!" A young master suddenly jumped up from his seat, squeezed out of the crowd, and rushed to the front of the stage, pulling out a handful of silver tickets and throwing them onto the stage. "Hurry up and jump! I'll reward you all! Reward you!"

  Silver notes fluttered like butterflies, flying all over the sky with a rustling sound. No one picked them up. Jing Hengbo didn't even glance at them. A group of people rushed forward and beat him up: "Get out of my sight! Scram!"

  Ye Lu Qi's mouth twitched at the corner, his hand clenched into a fist with a handful of leaves, he suddenly wanted to throw these leaves on this group of bastards' heads, shaving off their oily and shiny scalps.

  Or use leaves to bury the woman on stage who is making unbelievable movements, shocking and frightening people.

  "National Master! National Master!" The guards who were driven out to gather information returned, but they called out three times in a row. However, the normally sharp-eared and keen-eyed National Master didn't seem to hear them.

  ……

  Jing's iron rod dance arrived almost instantly.

  A single word from Ma triggered a loud shout, a 360-degree spin was another crazy whirlwind, the beautiful curve of the inverted body made men's legs weak, and the colorful ribbon-like folds and flips almost blew off the roof.

  One word, coiled waist, hooked turn, reverse turn, flying pipe, wrapped pipe, inverted hanging... Departing from the category of charm, this is a dance that extremely showcases the beauty of women's flexibility, from fingertips to toes, all speaking of stretching and entwining. The hardness of the stick sets off the softness of the woman, she transforms into a magnificent rainbow-colored ribbon, floating and sinking freely in people's astonished field of vision.

  And the women's chanting and shouting, also give this dance an extremely simple yet extremely matching true meaning - invitation, waiting, and screaming. Echoing the surging of blood, summoning the fierce beast hidden deep in the heart, expecting a bloody capture.

  Everyone began to feel that such a song and such a dance were the perfect match in human life.

  Later on, the courtyard became quiet instead, with men agape, wanting to shout in amazement at this stunningly seductive dance, yet fearing that shouting would disrupt the rhythm of the song and dance, they could only breathe hastily, stretching out their hands from afar, their eyes filled with urgent longing.

  Yelü Qi grasped a handful of innocent branches on the tree, only to hear the guard's report: "Right State Preceptor Gong Yin, has already entered the Great Yan border!"

  Yelü Chu's smile at the corner of his mouth solidified for a moment as he glanced at Jing Hengbo.

  Gong Yin actually personally came to welcome her from a thousand miles away. For someone like him to encounter such an extraordinary woman, what kind of outcome would occur?

  He felt a bit annoyed at this point.

  Intuitively, he felt that anyone who met Jing Xiangbo would be out of luck; instinctively, he suddenly didn't want the two to meet.

  "Imperial teacher, there is another letter." The guard whispered a few words in his ear, "From the Zhan Yu department..."

  Yelü Qixie unfolded the letter, and at first, he read it absent-mindedly, his eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of the horizontal waves. Slowly, his face began to turn serious, and he focused on reading the letter. When he finished, he folded the letter back up, and it silently disappeared into his palm. His face, which had been slightly red earlier, gradually turned a gloomy white.

  "Let's go." he said.

  "What? Leaving now?" The guards were stunned. "Not going with the queen?"

  "Such a rare treasure, it's better to leave it for someone with fate to enjoy...". Yelü Qī's lips curled up into a mysterious smile, but he didn't get up, instead leaning back comfortably.

  "Sir, aren't you leaving?"

  "Oh, wait till I finish reading."

  “……”

  She flips, climbs to the top of the pole, hooks her legs on the pole, and flies three circles in a row. The woman's wild wavy hair swirls in the air, and her open snowy white arms are like a pair of light and graceful cranes.

  "Good!" The applause burst forth, igniting the not-so-small space, with wild cheers and raised arms converging into an excited ocean. Busy Ye Luxiu's hands were a blur as she snatched up leaves and shot them at those overly excited guys who wanted to climb onto the stage, shaving off chunks of their hair without anyone noticing.

  At the climax of the crowd's emotional frenzy.

  "Bang." The gate was suddenly burst open and a large team of yamen runners rushed in.

  Digression

  To be honest, everyone is very clever.

  However, I must emphasize that this is already written content and can only be said that you are too familiar with Da Bo.

  Yesterday, I saw everyone's guesswork, and my contrarian psychology almost made me change the draft to "Square Dance of the Middle-aged Women". But then I thought that square dance doesn't have the conditions for implementation. No matter what I write, it must conform to logic, and can't abandon logic just because I don't want readers to guess correctly.

  Mmm, you guys are my little apples, igniting the flames of my writing!