Chapter 225

When the props were all ready, everyone lamented the size of the formation. Compared with Zhao Zirui's previous movements, they pressed her head on the props.

Du Xiaoli came up from the left and stood at the edge of the stage. In the middle of the stage, there was a transparent white cloth of three meters square. Both sides of the white cloth were fixed like a picture axis. At the left foot of the canvas, there is a delicate low table with brushes of different sizes and a color disc. In addition, around the canvas are several ink basins, four big drums and several small drums.

Fu Yalan came up from the other side, did a good job in the musician's position and put the piano in place.

Du Xiaoli took off his shoes and walked to the middle of the canvas. North and South Korea Mingze and others saluted. Then he turned and nodded to Fu Yalan, and Fu Yalan began to play.

She wore a fire red dance skirt this time. The skirt corners were embroidered with complex patterns. Her coat was tight and her hem was large. She would turn as soon as she turned around. The dance skirt has no sleeves, and the supporting water sleeves are on the arm, which is almost the same as the sleeves.

When the piano sounded, Du Xiaoli began to jump on the canvas with the music. At first, it was very soft, and Du Xiaoli's movements were also relatively soft.

At the end of the period, Du Xiaoli had not started painting. Many people began to doubt whether she wanted to draw, and some even began to laugh.

"Did you want to imitate Princess Zhao because she jumped out like that?"

"It's funny that you can't draw while dancing and learn so many things from others!"

"Yes, I don't see how much I weigh. I want to learn this!"

"Princess, only you can dance this painting dance, but others can't!"

When Zhao Zirui saw Du Xiaoli's dance, he didn't think so like others. Du Xiaoli's dance is not as professional as he practiced since childhood, but it is very natural and comfortable. The water sleeve dance is intoxicating and seems to be integrated into another realm.

For those who can dance like this, she believes she won't make a fuss. Since she took these up, it must be useful.

Sure enough, when the song entered the second paragraph, Du Xiaoli bent over and raised his feet, extended his feet into the ink basin, then turned over, turned his back upward, and extended his other foot into the nearby ink basin. At this time, his feet were stained with ink and jumped up on the canvas again. The water sleeves are flying, and the dance steps at your feet seem casual, but there are spots of ink on the white cloth.

"Hiss, is this painting while dancing? It's killing me!"

"Yes, what can be drawn like this? Ink dots on white cloth?"

"No matter what her painting will look like, at least her dance is still very attractive, no worse than my cousin and me!" Bei Lingyu sat beside Bei Lingyi Cheng and looked at Du Xiaoli with bright eyes.

"Well, I didn't expect her to dance so well." Beiling Yicheng nodded in agreement.

In the third paragraph, the music became faster, and Du Xiaoli's dance steps became faster. It seemed that people saw the iron horse cavalry on the battlefield, which made the audience's heart catch up.

"Bang -"

Du Xiaoli suddenly jumped onto a big drum, which made a low sound, just inserted into the piano sound and knocked into the hearts of the audience.

After dancing on the big drum, she jumped on the small drum again. If a burst of autumn wind blew, Du Xiaoli jumped on the face drum like a flame. Her water sleeves were blurred, and her long black hair swayed in the wind with her dancing posture. Bursts of drums were fast and compact. At this time, the piano sound became a supporting role and added color as consonants from time to time.

"Dong -"

Two water sleeves fell into the ink basin and made a slight noise. Everyone thought she had made a mistake, but saw her body jump back to the canvas. The water sleeves skimmed over the canvas and left traces.

Unlike Zhao Zirui who needed to stop to paint before, Du Xiaoli's paintings were basically completed while she was dancing. She better integrated dance and painting together, plus encouragement. No matter what the final result of her painting is, she can now be said to be on a par with Zhao Zirui!

"It's really beautiful!" Ji Liuxia, Meng Jiangzhuo and Han Mingxiang looked at one side of the stand. Ji Liuxia covered her mouth and said.

"Xiaoli always has something we haven't discovered. There will always be more surprises around her!" Meng Jiangzhuo sighed.

"That's nice!"

The song was drawing to a close. Du Xiaoli rolled up a millimetre with his water sleeve, dipped it in ink in the ink basin and pulled it back. In addition, the water sleeve rolled up the scroll in front of the canvas, pulled it up, and the canvas rose. She quickly took back her sleeves, jumped and flew up with the canvas. She quickly wrote a few words on the canvas in her hand. When she finished writing, the canvas was completely off the ground. The painting axis on the canvas flew to the back curtain with the whole canvas. The painting axis was buckled on the back of the curtain, and the whole painting was presented in front of everyone. It was a magnificent mountain and river ink painting, The magnificent momentum immediately compared Zhao Zirui's ink bamboo with chrysanthemum.

"Bang -"

The fiery red figure turned back. When the canvas was settled, the person also fell on the big drum behind, ending this wonderful dance like a Nirvana Phoenix.

"Beautiful rivers and mountains! Good, good!" Han Mingze saw the words on the painting, clapped his hands and stood up from his seat excitedly. The officials present were also excited. Needless to say, Du Xiaoli won the dance, which means that Fengming country won, so there is no need to open trade cities in Fengming country! "Prime minister Du, Miss Du is really the first talented woman in Fengming country!" said the minister sitting next to Du Yunhan. "Lord Wang flattered me." Du Yunhan said modestly, but his face was full of pride. Old master Meng knew that Du Xiaoli was going to perform today and came to watch the competition. He looked at Du Xiaoli who came down from the drum, nodded approvingly and said, "she is a person with the world in mind!" only such a person can jump out of such a dance and draw such a picture. Old Fu Ge nodded and said, "it's also a blessing for Fengming country to have this woman who has the world in mind as the princess!" "well, you didn't want to take her to the college at the beginning. If we didn't have her, we would lose this competition!" old Meng said. Fu Ge said without changing his face, "was it the same as now? But like her, you can finish school." Zhao Zhen looked at Du Xiaoli with flashing eyes and showed the light of interest in women for the first time. "It's really a magical woman. No wonder he will be moved by you." Ji Liufeng has been shocked and speechless. He said for a long time: "is this really the little doll we know in the small mountain village?" Han Mingyi listened to Ji Liufeng's words and glanced at him faintly. He didn't speak, but his heart was surging with the same emotion. Although she was different from ordinary women at that time, she grew up to be such a woman in just a few years. It can really be described as a legend!