Transmigrated Princess

As soon as he heard the sound of the piano, he made a tune.

Everyone was busy looking into the flowers, but the two people in the competition, whether Meng Zhao or miss Anjia, were gone.

Just when the people were wondering, they suddenly saw a light in front of them. Colorful gauze fell from the air. There was a vague figure on the gauze. The toes were light, like walking on the clouds, and then landed lightly, just like a fairy falling into the world.

She turned her back to the crowd and was covered with gauze, just like a bud waiting to open, quietly waiting for something.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, and the gauze on the beauty slowly faded. In the crisscross of light and shadow, it showed a beautiful outline like flowers and bones, which fascinated everyone's eyes.

Now we can see who it is.

"That is the seven princesses of Nanzhao." there is humanity.

Meng Zhao, who was in the middle of the flowers, danced very beautifully. The surrounding flowers lost their color for a moment because of her existence.

No one can see anything except her in heaven and earth.

This is an extremely amazing opening, but only a few eyes can see that Meng Zhao's dancing skills are very superb.

The moment she fell into the flowers, everyone felt that it was no longer a so-called princess, it was an elf in the flowers of the world that fell from the sky.

The outcome seems to have been decided at the beginning.

"Miss an can't beat her." there is humanity.

The childe next to him also agreed: "yes, I'm afraid no one can compare her dancing skills with the whole beam."

Most of the most amazing dance skills they have ever seen come from the Qin Lou Chu hall, but Meng Zhao in front of them is completely different from those humble geisha.

Her dancing is pleasing to the heart, and her gestures reveal an inviolable noble posture.

This is something they have never seen before.

Before that, they only thought that women's dancing was just a plaything to please men. Unexpectedly, one day they found that dancing could also be like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It simply became a talent, not to please anyone.

Another voice said, "miss Na'an hasn't appeared at this time. I guess she doesn't want to humiliate herself. She has given up."

What a shame.

Several people were talking vigorously, but listening to the quiet Lu Junting suddenly said, "No."

What he said was abrupt and endless, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

Does that mean Miss Naan won't admit defeat? Or will miss Ann not show up?

However, they had no chance to ask questions. Someone suddenly exclaimed in the seat where they would watch.

"You see."

The speaker was a lady.

She pointed to a corner, her voice full of surprise.

The crowd passed by one after another.

That's——

"Butterfly, that's a butterfly." Yougui girl couldn't help saying.

This is incredible.

Some childe could not help but stand up and clapped the folding fan in his hand: "wonderful, it's really wonderful. The seven princesses of Nanzhao danced in the flowers and could even attract butterflies."

Just for a while, I saw many butterflies flying in the flowers.

These butterflies are flying and walking through the flowers. It is really a very strange scene.

Meng Zhao naturally saw these butterflies.

The moonlight is bright and the night is deep. Even if the glazed palace lamps are extremely bright, there are some misty gray around the flowers. These butterflies happen to be white. Now they reflect the lights, as if they will shine.

Everyone was impressed by this scene, and naturally didn't notice the excitement on Meng Zhao's face.

This is a butterfly!

Are so many butterflies attracted by her dancing?

Meng Zhao thought so, and his body could not help shaking.

She even offered to stretch out her hand and let these white butterflies hover around her to set off her dancing.

However, whenever she wanted to get closer, the butterflies seemed frightened and scattered one after another, unwilling to stay by her side.

Meng Zhao naturally did not give up.

These butterflies are attracted by her dancing, and they dance for her.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as she wanted. Those butterflies were stubborn and tight. As long as she wanted to get close, they quickly dispersed vigilantly.

How did this happen?

Meng Zhao's heart stirred, but he didn't stop dancing.

Everyone thought she was chasing butterflies and dancing among the flowers. She didn't find anything different. At this time, someone suddenly shouted, "miss an, look, miss an is there."

Originally, everyone was immersed in Meng Zhao's graceful dance. Because of the sudden butterfly, they were about to forget Su Xiangwan.

Unexpectedly, at this time, her figure suddenly appeared in the flowers.

Different from Meng Zhao's gorgeous, Su Xiangwan wore very simple light white clothes, which made her stand out among the blooming flowers.

Originally, she was pure and could be compared into the dust in front of Meng Zhao, but the forest has been scattered and dotted with many white butterflies, which makes her appearance not only out of place, but bright in front of people.

Yes, only the white butterfly seems to lack something. Now that Su Xiangwan appears, everyone knows what is lacking.

Everything is in balance. Meng Zhao is like a fire burning in the hearts of everyone. No matter how gorgeous Su Xiangwan is, it is nothing more than pouring a little oil on the fire, which is enough for Meng Zhao to compare her thoroughly.

But she found another way and appeared in front of people with the freshness completely opposite to that of Meng Zhao, just like a pool of clear water slowly passing through the fire, setting off an extreme softness under the bright moonlight.

"That's smart," someone commented.

Meng Zhao appeared first, and everyone has slowed down from her amazement. At this time, Su Xiangwan's reappearance is enough to make Meng Zhao a foil and cushion for her appearance.

No matter what time it is, the feeling of white is always the simplest and cleanest.

"But what's the use of being smart to win the seven princesses of Nanzhao?" someone shook his head.

They dance, not dress up, but who looks more brilliant and who becomes a foil can decide the outcome.

The key is "dance".

No matter how she found another way, it would be useless if she couldn't dance.

Su Xiangwan reached out and gently made a touch gesture on the flowers. Although she didn't speak, everyone felt it from this scene

She seems to be talking to flowers?

This is so strange.

But soon, she raised her hand again and gently waved her sleeve in the flowers.

Everyone saw that a small white butterfly seemed to fly out of her cuff.

People still remember the magic performed by Nanzhao's maid today. They were shocked to see the scene in front of them again.

Can she even know the magic of Nanzhao?

Su Xiangwan could turn out a butterfly out of thin air.

She flicked her long sleeves and made a circle in the flowers.

The broad skirt is spread out. At first glance, it looks like a blooming flower.

The little white butterfly also followed her figure and danced around her.

"Oh." she was the young lady who had just found the butterfly. She was surprised and opened her mouth: "the butterfly... The butterfly... All flew to miss an."

Meng Zhao also heard the voice.

She suddenly looked up and found the white butterfly she had been trying to get close to just now, which took the initiative to fly to Su Xiangwan.

The butterflies scattered everywhere were originally distributed in different corners of the flowers. At this moment, they all gathered together. They didn't stop until they flew to Su Xiangwan's side.

The sound of the piano murmured. When they listened to the sound of the piano and looked at the scene, they felt like they had been knocked suddenly, with bursts of fine ripples.

They felt as if they had become butterflies flying to Su Xiangwan.

Everything on the field is dark, but she has a yearning light.

People suddenly realized.

"Are those butterflies... Not attracted by the seven princesses of Nanzhao, but by the young lady who settled down?"

Meng Zhao stared in amazement.

Impossible - how is that possible?

Those butterflies are attracted by her dancing.

How could it be attracted by Su Xiangwan?