Jin Tang

Chapter 28

"What if I have a way to make Wu Niang's show more novel?" Mo Yang's eyes fixed on the beautiful figure dancing on the stage in the hall downstairs.

Wan Niang sat up straight when she heard the words, and stared at the young gentleman in front of her with burning eyes.

These days, she has been upset about the banquet. If the gentleman in front of her can really help Wu Niang come up with new ideas, then it's okay to take the two of them into Qi Wang's mansion to have a look.

Anyway, they probably want to see the world and get to know noble people so that they can do business in the future.

They can't get close to the places where the dignitaries and dignitaries gather in Prince Qi's mansion...

There is no danger in thinking about bringing them in.

"Of course it's good, Wan Niang appreciates it." Wan Niang figured it out, and leaned back into the fox's arms, and said softly, "Mr.

"Buy..." The fox was ecstatic when he heard the words, and agreed immediately.

"I don't know if Mr. Lang has any good ideas?" Wan Niang still didn't say anything and agreed to bring Mo Yang and the others, but asked instead.

"When I was shopping around with Qing Yu, there was a program that was so exciting that I still remember it vividly, but Qi Di happened not to have it." Mo Yang changed his posture calmly.

"But sir, didn't you say that you have never been in the brothel Chu Pavilion before?" Wan Niang blinked suspiciously.

"I saw it once in a wealthy family, and I will never forget the shock." Mo Yang raised his head, showing nostalgia.

Mo Yang rubbed his sore legs.

Although his sitting posture is not formal, he does not sit upright.

But this kind of sitting with his legs pulled out from under his body and curled up in front of him is really uncomfortable for Mo Yang, who is not a real ancient in his bones.

But this kind of cross-legged meditation is already a relatively relaxed and comfortable posture for the foxes, so sitting for several hours like this is not too stressful for them.

But after talking like this for a while now, Mo Yang's buttocks are already aching, his waist is also sore and limp, and his whole body can't stop wilting.

Mo Yang's attitude was noticed by Wan Niang, who was eager to get an answer, she clapped her hands quickly and asked the waiter to bring some "rentals" up.

The man who had led the way for Mo Yang and the others brought up three wooden products like small benches, with a narrow board on the top and three legs on the bottom.

The man put this thing on Mo Yang's couch, but in front of them.

The fox leaned forward, put his arms on it, and put his whole body weight on this kind of chair.

Mo Yang imitated the example, and immediately let out a sigh of relief - oh, it's really comfortable.

"What's the situation of the program that Lang Jun just talked about?" Wan Niang took the initiative to pour wine for Mo Yang.

"Drum dance." Mo Yang tapped his fingers on the food table, "Prepare a large carved drum, let Wu Niang stand on the drum and dance lightly, follow the drum with softness but firmness and swing the long water sleeves , to show their graceful posture. This kind of dance is of great ornamental value, and it is majestic and turbulent, as if there are thousands of troops and horses in sight."

In Mo Yang's previous life, he did not miss this kind of dance. Because the drum has the meaning of boosting momentum and inspiring people, the drum dance is often used in the opening or housewarming ceremonies of major companies.

In this way, it can not only reflect the confidence of the enterprise in unity and progress, but also express the determination of the enterprise to develop rapidly, which has a profound meaning.

Wan Niang closed her eyes and thought, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly.

"I once heard that Zhao Feiyan, the queen of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty, could dance in the palm of her hand.

It is said that the eunuch put his hands together and stretched forward, with the palms facing upwards, and Zhao Feiyan stood on his palms, making various dance moves in a very small area, fluttering his sleeves like a flying swallow.

And Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty also made a crystal plate for her, and asked two maids to hold the crystal plate. Zhao Feiyan danced on the plate like a dragonfly on the plate, dancing with the wind, just like a fairy dancing against the wind in the sky. .

Mr. Lang's idea is really good, no one can do palm dance now, but now it is changed to drum dance, I think everyone will find it novel. "

There was sparkle in Wanniang's eyes, with a smile on her face.

"However, the drum must be big enough, and it is best to use good leather to cover the drum, so that it is strong enough.

I'm sending people to buy drums.In addition, it will take time to customize the clothes and Wu Niang to adjust her talents.

At that time, if the two gentlemen don't dislike it, they can help move the big drum to Qi Wang's mansion to witness Wu Niang's wonderful performance together. "

Mo Yang and the fox glanced at each other, seeing each other's faces were filled with joy—it was done.

It was not until after midnight that the hall returned to silence, and the guests and ladies went back to their rooms to rest.

When Mo Yang and the fox went out, they realized that it was snowing outside.

The snow was not very heavy, and it was falling sporadically.You can still see the moon poking out of the frozen clouds, and the ground is covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, reflecting the bleak light, and when you step on it, there is a black hole.

"The weather doesn't seem suitable for action." Mo Yang frowned.

He didn't want to waste time, after all, no one could tell how things would change over time.What's more, the murderer is so arrogant, every day of delay, innocent children may be murdered.

"Let's go first. It seems that the snow will fall more and more, and it will cover our tracks." The fox looked up for a while, and asserted with certainty.

Having just drank wine, their stomachs were still full, and the colder temperature at night did not cause them much trouble. They quickly walked towards the ruined temple.

"If we do it directly in the temple, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort." Mo Yang thought while walking.

"It's not good for us to make a big fuss. Who knows if Wang Ba has planted eyeliner among these refugees." The fox rubbed his face, "At this time, just give some food casually, and these guys who can't eat enough can be fed. Obedience."

"Knock him out quietly, and then take him away." Mo Yang's eyes began to look around for a wooden stick of suitable length, and his thoughts had already turned to the vulnerable part of the human body's neck.

"I still have some drug in my hand." The fox rubbed his chin, "Pour the drug and knock him out again, so that he won't wake up halfway."

What Mo Yang originally wanted to say suddenly choked up, and he gave the fox a thumbs up: "You are really a 'punishment'."

Of course, the fox doesn't understand Mo Yang's modern Internet buzzwords, he chuckled: "Shang Ke, Shang Ke."

(End of this chapter)