Transmigrated Princess

Soon the man's question was answered.

Because everyone found that Su Xiangwan walked slowly in the flowers, and the butterflies flew to where she went. No matter what she did, the white butterflies persisted around her next door.

The dim light flickered in the flowers, and she and the butterflies around her outlined a relaxed and happy picture while they could not see the marginal black night sky behind them.

Everyone found that Su Xiangwan didn't dance very well. She didn't even step on beautiful dance steps and do difficult movements like Meng Zhao. The gestures she drew on her hands looked like she was learning temporarily. It was a little green and tender. It seemed that she was just playing with the butterflies around deliberately.

But the butterflies around her are dancing gracefully. Under her hand and under her smile, they change all kinds of gorgeous scenes.

——She is leading the butterflies to dance.

At this moment, I don't know whether she has become a butterfly or a part of her. The two are integrated and inseparable.

Meng Zhao blocked his heart with one breath. For a moment, he even blackened in front of him.

She couldn't believe that those butterflies really came late for Sue, even driven by her.

Meng Zhao made a circle without giving up, and suddenly came to Su Xiangwan. With a wave of her long sleeve, the group of butterflies were disturbed and soon dispersed.

——Flew away.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao finally smiled again.

Su Xiangwan can't dance, so she can only dance with these butterflies. As long as she drives away these butterflies, she will show her true colors and be nothing.

Only her smile was raised for a while, and she saw Su Xiangwan slowly reaching out his hand, like making a summoning gesture towards the scattered butterflies. The butterflies that had just been waved away by her flew back one after another.

Someone had seen some doorways, which would sneer mercilessly: "the seven princesses wanted to drive miss an's butterflies away, but they didn't expect those butterflies to go back."

Someone laughed again: "she just wanted these butterflies to dance around her. Unfortunately, as soon as she approached, those butterflies avoided it and flew far away."

"Originally, the competition was all based on her ability. She was too depressed."

A chorus of mockery kept ringing.

Meng Zhao's face was green and green. He stumbled on his feet and suddenly sprained.

And they saw that she fell heavily to the ground.

This accident was really expected by everyone.

Meng Zhao fell down while dancing. You know, no matter what the reason, the unstable dance step when dancing is the same as the careless writing when writing and the careless playing of the wrong tune when playing the piano. It is a mistake that can not be ignored.

And often just such a mistake is enough to make her lose.

"She was so anxious that she fell down like this." the childe brother, who was distracted by Meng Zhao's charming style, said aloud.

What a pity.

"If she didn't have to catch miss an's butterflies, how could she be distracted and fall? It's all her own fault."

In a word, if Meng Zhao doesn't catch up with the butterflies, it's hard to tell which is higher or lower with her superb dance skills compared with the butterfly dance driven by Su Xiangwan.

But she just couldn't hold her breath.

The people were regretting and were still thinking whether Meng Zhao would simply give up the competition after such a fall, or there would be other remedies. They didn't want to wait for a while, but they didn't see Meng Zhao get up from the ground.

The white butterfly was still around Su Xiangwan's side. She also stopped and looked at the place where Meng Zhao fell.

At this moment, the sound of the piano also stopped abruptly.

Meng Zhao stood up with a white face.

Su Xiangwan looked at her face and her eyebrows were slightly frozen.

"Continue to compare!" Meng Zhao said, biting his teeth.

She didn't know where she was hurt. Her face was so pale that she seemed to suffer a lot, "you don't have to stop and let me, I don't need you to let me, I can't lose to you..."

Meng Zhao stood still, but before they could see her face clearly, they saw that she suddenly fell back again.

Tu Zhong rushed first.

He glanced at Meng Zhao and suddenly said in a high voice, "call the imperial doctor quickly. The seven princesses are hurt."

Meng Zhao's beautiful little face will be covered with pain.

She trembled, stretched out her hand and pressed it on her leg. She couldn't help saying, "my feet... My feet hurt."

Tu Zhong stretched out his hand and wanted to see Meng Zhao's feet for the first time. But soon, he took his hand back and ordered the maid next to him: "come on, look at the princess's feet."

The maid was ordered and squatted down quickly.

Her hand had just touched Meng Zhao's foot. She noticed something strange. She quickly looked down and looked more carefully.

There was some darkness in the flowers. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and look more clearly in the bright place. At this look, the whole person was stunned.

Tu Zhong also saw it.

The handmaid's hands were red and covered with blood.

"Princess... The princess's feet shed a lot of blood."

Hearing this, all the people who had been carrying them in their positions couldn't sit still.

Everyone just saw Meng Zhao's unstable dance steps, sprained and fell. It is reasonable to say that no matter how serious the sprain is, it can't bleed.

Besides, I still shed so much blood.

The people present are either rich or expensive. The human spirits stuffed one by one have already felt something dangerous from this unusual change, and their looks have changed.

Even the emperor's face coagulated.

Zhao Yinghe summoned the imperial doctor for the first time. Fortunately, today's Palace Banquet is very important. In order to prevent emergencies, the imperial doctors have been waiting for them for a long time. In a moment, the imperial doctor arrived on the field.

The imperial doctor hurriedly saluted and suddenly came to Meng Zhao's side.

Su Xiangwan has been standing nearby, not far from Meng Zhao.

The butterflies dispersed, but they still lingered in the four corners of the flowers. Tu Zhong suddenly raised his head and glanced at her with Yin pity.

Su Xiangwan saw it. His face didn't change. He just looked at Meng Zhao's feet.

There were already palace people nearby who picked bright lanterns. The lights shone brightly around. Su Xiangwan saw clearly that the dance shoes on Meng Zhao's feet were dyed a large piece of bright red, which was very shocking.

The imperial doctor looked carefully and determined that the problem did not appear on the muscles and bones. Then he said, "fortunately, it didn't hurt the muscles and bones. Quickly, carry the seven princesses into the house."

Tu Zhong heard the speech and hurriedly said, "the doctor, the blood is not only bleeding, but it looks really shocking. I don't know how the princess was hurt. It's better to stop bleeding first."

"This..." the imperial doctor looked embarrassed. "To check the wound, you must take off your shoes and socks. The princess is full of gold branches and jade leaves and everyone is full of eyes..."

In Daliang, even doctors who see doctors need to avoid suspicion of women's family members.

Besides, so many people here are watching.

Tu Zhong naturally didn't want to: "we Nanzhao didn't pay attention to you. Now it's most important to check the wound quickly."

Su Xiangwan's eyes flickered slightly.