Chapter 52: One Dance Shocks the World

  "Bao Ling, we Northern Yan men and women all know how to dance. Previously, your Xuan Dynasty also sent many beauties who claimed to be good at singing and dancing, but none of them can compare to me." Jia Luo said with a proud smile, no longer addressing Qing Sang as "Princess", but directly calling out her name. Her face, slightly flushed from the wine, looked even more alluring in the flickering light of the bonfire.

  "The empress is elegant and refined, with a majestic demeanor that leaves others in the dust." Qing Sang called out to her without hesitation, feigning humility.

  "Are you afraid?" Kalo said with a cold smile.

  Qing Sang was just about to respond when Huo Rou shouted loudly: "Ai Fei, Gong Zhu, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and dance a tune!"

  Xiao Luo smiled and looked at Qing Sang, turning his head to reply: "Wang, I was just debating with Bao Ling about which tribe's dance is better. Bao Ling said that the Xuan Dynasty's is good, but I think our Northern Rong's dance is more beautiful. Wang, what do you think?"

  "Princess, wouldn't it be better if each of you danced one dance?" A northern general stared at Kuro's curvaceous body, his voice dripping with lust.

  "Alright, let's each dance a move and compare." Huo Ran laughed loudly.

  "Alright, then Kalo has made a fool of himself." Kalo smiled and looked at Qing Sang, "Bao Ling, how is it?"

  "The princess has been traveling for days and is physically exhausted, let's just forget it today." said Fu Xi.

  "Dag is indeed a good husband, knowing how to care for people." said Kalo Mei with a smile.

  Qing Sang tugged at Fu Xi's sleeve, smiled and said: "Since the king and queen have this interest, Bao Ling will make a fool of himself." After saying this, he turned to Jia Luo in a low voice and asked: "I wonder what the bet is?"

  Karlo 'treacherous' smiled slyly and approached Qing Sang, saying: "The bet is Dag."

  Qing Sang was taken aback, not expecting it to be like this. Although Jia Luo said it lightly, Fu Xi, who was nearby, still heard it and glared at Jia Luo with his sword-like eyebrows.

  Qing Sang suddenly understood why Bai Ri was so hostile to Jie Luo in the daytime at Jie Luo's mansion. And this Jie Luo, relying on his privileged status, dared to make such a lewd and humiliating request in public, although others may not have heard it, but there is no wall that cannot be penetrated by wind, showing how reckless and presumptuous Jie Luo was.

  Qing Sang looked at Jiao Luo's eyes full of charm and smiled: "How about it?"

  "It's whoever gets the most fragrant pouches who wins!" said Jialuo.

  "What is Xiang Bao?" asked Qing Sang puzzledly.

  Ma Xi stepped forward and whispered to Qing Sang, "Princess, due to the numerous snakes and rats in Beijun, the people of Jun often carry sachets containing fragrances that repel snakes and rats."

  Kallo "heh heh" laughed twice and said: "When dancing, everyone can throw the sachets to the back of the 'Loutai' stage, whoever gets more wins."

  Qing Sang sneered, "Most of you here are from the Rong tribe. What the Empress said is extremely unfair. Even if I, Qing Sang, jumped exceptionally well, given the Empress's status and power, would anyone dare not vote for me?"

  Kakuro Kuromine said, "My dance skills are enough to conquer everyone, why do I need status and power?" After that, he loudly declared to the crowd that it was a fair competition, with no personal biases.

  Qing Sang felt that this was a case of "stealing from the poor to give to the rich", but she had no choice, being a guest in someone else's home. Moreover, Huo Ran couldn't wait any longer and started urging her loudly.

  Forget it, Qing Sang sighed and thought: Losing is just sacrificing Xú Hǔ for one night. Maybe he's even eager to lose himself! Thinking of this, she looked at Xú Hǔ with some playful meaning in her eyes.

  Fu Xi was looked at by her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, making his heart feel hairy, just as he was about to help adjust the rules, but then Huo Rou shouted from above: "The competition has begun!"

  "Empress Dowager first!" Qing Sang smiled and stretched out her hand.

  Kallo strode to the center of the 'Loutai' platform. Zhāng Lǔ ordered a group of slaves to carry baskets of incense, giving each person another one. Fú Xī and Chǔ Lián Yù had two in their hands, so everyone now had two, with two chances to throw.

  Karlo raised his hand, and the stage below suddenly erupted in a deafening drumbeat. Karlo began to contort his body to the rhythm, his elegant movements eliciting screams from the audience.

  Qing Sang couldn't help but admit that Jiao Luo was a good dancer, her soft body swaying to the music, revealing a hint of 'temptation' everywhere. Her long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, fingers, waist, hair ornaments on her bun, pleated skirt at her waist, delicate dance steps, and the tinkling sound of the bells moving slowly like light clouds, quickly rotating like a whirlwind, striking people's heartstrings one by one.

  As one by one sachets were thrown onto the rear of the 'exposure' stage, Qing Sang felt more and more out of control. Jia Luo was not only the queen of Bei Rong, but also danced extremely well, and had already taken the lead. In her previous life, Qing Sang loved dancing very much, but what she learned was folk dance. In this life, because her older sister Qing Yu liked to dance, she also learned some popular dances of this world. However, what she learned were all refreshing and gentle dances, which seemed to be completely at a disadvantage compared to Jia Luo's hip-swiveling and waist-shaking hot dance. Moreover, Qing Sang had also figured out that these Bei Rong people were rough and lustful, if she danced a fresh and elegant dance, probably no one would appreciate it. Furthermore, the musical instrument was also a problem, who would accompany her for the dance she wanted to perform?

  Qing Sang watched as if appreciating Jialuo's dance, but her head was spinning rapidly, thinking of every possible way to win, even if she couldn't win, she couldn't lose too badly. When she thought of the word "hot dance", Qing Sang suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she had learned jazz dance with her best friend Ye'er for half a year. Jazz dance is passionate and unrestrained, with extremely rich body language, and because it evolved from African dance and was passed down through the ages, many times it can also be accompanied by drums. The music of this dance that Jialuo was dancing happened to be very suitable for jazz dance.

  Thinking so, Qing Sang revealed a hint of a smile.

  "Are you sure?" Xú Xī, who was sitting next to her, seemed very nervous and asked in a low voice close to Qīng Sāng's ear.

  "Son-in-law, with heaven's timing, earth's advantage and man's harmony all on our side, do you think I have the upper hand?" Qing Sang also leaned into Fu Xi's ear and shouted.

  Fu Xi's eyes widened as he stared at Qing Sang, a look of shock and fear on his face.

  Qing Sang puffed out a laugh and leaned closer to his ear, shouting: "If I lose, wouldn't that be convenient for you? Tonight, you can enjoy yourself!"

  Fu Xi gritted his teeth and glared at her fiercely, no longer paying attention to her, picked up the bowl and took a big gulp of wine.

  Qing Sang couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, looking at Xiu Xi's profile, which was also extraordinary and handsome. No wonder Jiao Luo had a crush on him. But wasn't this considered 'incest'? It seemed that Bei Rong was indeed not ordinary in his 'lust'.

  Qingsang stopped thinking too much, concentrated and listened to the drum music, in her mind a series of dance movements appeared like a movie. After all, she hadn't danced jazz for a long time, if she didn't simulate all the movements in her mind, Qingsang wouldn't be sure that she could do it perfectly without mistakes.

  Jialuo finished her dance, earning a round of applause. Huorong stood up excitedly, holding his wine cup as he walked down from the high platform. He put his arm around Jialuo and said repeatedly, "Well done, well done! Come, my beloved concubine, you've worked hard. This cup of wine is for you."

  Kong Luo smiled and took over the drink, after finishing it, she still glanced at Qing Sang. Zha Lu then quickly led two slaves to pick up the sachets on the stage and count them.

  "Wang, there are thirty-eight in total," Zhāng Lǔ said loudly.

  "Alright! Ai Fei, let's go up and sit." Huo Rou hugged Jiao Luo and walked onto the high platform.

  Three eight, such a fitting number, Qing Sang couldn't help but think.

  Looking at Qiao Luo's triumphant expression, Qing Sang knew that her score was quite good.

  "It's your turn, Bao Ling!" Jia Luo said to Qing Sang, her tone full of provocation. She didn't believe Qing Sang could win over her.

  Taking a deep breath, Qing Sang stood up and walked to the center.

  "What dance tune does the princess use?" asked Zhū Lǔ.

  Qingsang knew that she wanted to use the dance music, but these northern drummers couldn't play it. So, according to her previous idea, Qingsang said: "Just use the tune used by the princess."

  Zhu Lu gave Qing Sang a look with his eyes that said "you're definitely going to lose", then went down to get the drummers ready.

  As the drumbeat sounded, Qing Sang slowly twisted her body, and as the beat got faster, Qing Sang's movements gradually became more expansive. She remembered what her jazz dance teacher often said: "Give your body to jazz, and turn on the passion button inside you." Qing Sang began to fully immerse herself in the music.

  The dance on the stage is primitive, passionate, unrestrained, urgent and full of dynamism and rhythm. Although Qing Sang wore a long skirt, but because she cleverly combined modern dance and Xuan Dance elements and techniques together, it showed another kind of charm.

  Although Jialuo danced well, after all, it was a dance from the northern Rong's native land. Even though she had improved it, the essence remained the same, and the people present had seen it before. As a result, Qingsang's dance seemed unusually novel, and every move she made on stage, from lifting her hand to throwing her foot, showed off her fiery charm and allure. Her swaying hips, twisting waist, and body undulating like waves all revealed a feminine charm and sensuality that left everyone in the audience stunned, forgetting to drink, eat, or applaud.

  Xu Xi and Chu Lianyu, both on and off stage, had never thought that Qing Sang would dance such a shocking and unconventional dance. Although they were somewhat unaccustomed to it, they also found it beautiful.

  The music ended, and everyone finally came to their senses. Cheers rose one wave after another, with more and more incense packets on the ground. Xú Hùi and Chǔ Lián Yù, who had come back to themselves, hastily threw their incense packets as well.

  When the points were counted, Qing Sang loudly asked Ma Xi to help count and report one by one in public. This way, it would be harder to cheat. As each number was reported, Jia Luo could still remain calm at first, but when it reached thirty-five, seeing that there were still many on the ground, he couldn't help but change his expression. When the number forty-two finally became Qing Sang's score, Jia Luo's face had turned from red to white and then back to red again, becoming unpredictable.

  "The princess danced incredibly well and actually won against the Dance King, Kiro. Your Majesty should reward her heavily!" The Grand Empress Guliya saw that Qing Sang had effortlessly destroyed Kiro's reputation as the Dance King, and her heart bloomed with joy, unable to resist making the suggestion. Looking at Kiro's face again, which was gloomy enough to seem like it would rain, only made her feel even more delighted.

  "Right, right, reward, heavy reward!" Huo Ran looked at Qing Sang with eyes that seemed to be spouting fire, and took advantage of the wine excitement to shout loudly: "Princess, what do you want as a reward? As long as I have it in Beijun, I'll give it all to you!"

  Qing Sang looked up at Jiao Luo's gloomy face and smiled brightly, saying loudly: "I want to conquer more cities..."

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