good night warlord

Everyone looked sideways, Li Lanxi opened her mouth in surprise, looking at Gu Qingyi who said:

"Qingyi? Why do you say that?"

Gu Qingyi handed over the torn dance costume, motioned for the second senior sister to smell it, and explained:

"Because, I smelled the fragrance left on the clothes.

Senior Sister never uses perfume, and this fragrance, Second Senior Sister, smell it, is it a bit familiar? "

Li Lanxi put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, and indeed she smelled some faint scent of perfume left on the fabric. She frowned and thought about it:
"It's kind of familiar, but I can't remember anyone wearing this perfume."

Gu Qingyi remembered, especially, remembered very clearly, and reminded:

"Do you still remember that Miss Gong? As far as I know, she has a hobby of perfume mixing, so the perfume she uses is not a brand that can be bought in the market, but she formulated it herself."

And when Gong Yimian stopped her here yesterday, Gu Qingyi smelled this fragrance when she got close to her, so Gu Qingyi just smelled it just now and remembered it, it was very familiar.

Gong Yimian must be very jealous of herself, that's why she used brute force to tear her dance clothes, which left the smell of perfume on the fabric.

After this reminder, Li Lanxi suddenly realized:
"Yes, I smelled it when she went to have breakfast this morning. It was this perfume."

The truth came to light, everyone looked a little weird, Su Lilian heaved a sigh of relief, as long as the person who did this was not a big apprentice, she wouldn't have to be sad:

"Yushuang, the teacher was too excited, Qingyi proved that it wasn't you, it was the teacher who blamed you."

Li Lanxi also felt that she was too much just now:
"I'm sorry, Miss Master."

With them taking the lead, others also bowed their heads and apologized:
"I'm sorry, Teacher Ye."

"sorry."

Ye Yushuang listened to everyone's apologies, the cold look on her face did not change a bit, she just looked up at Gu Qingyi who was standing in front of her with a pair of eyes:

"I did come to the locker room, the reason I came to the locker room was to apologize to you, Gu Qingyi.

Yesterday, I was depressed, so I pushed you away. I was very excited at the time, so I blamed everything on you. "

In addition to saying sorry, I also want to say thank you to you.

Thank you for everything you have done for me. "

Hearing Ye Yushuang's explanation, everyone lowered their heads even lower. When the people in the locker room heard the news that the performance might be cancelled, they all ran backstage.

But Gu Qingyi, at this moment, was not at all happy in her heart:

"Elder Sister, I accept your apology and thanks, and right now, it's time to solve today's performance.

"

Everyone was worried and didn't know what to do with today's performance.

Gu Qingyi suggested:

"If you can't perform in "Beauty Song", you can switch to other dances that you usually practice. Time is running out, so everyone should quickly discuss which one to decide. I will go to Dean Morrison to explain and see if he agrees."

This is the best solution right now.

Foreigners have never seen beauty songs, and they can decide what they dance.

Gu Qingyi's proposal was approved by everyone, and they gathered together to discuss.

Gu Qingyi walked out of the locker room, and made a phone call to Zhan Shiyan:
"Honey, is Gong Yimian by your side?"

"no, what happened?"

While Gu Qingyi was walking, the speed of her speech also became very fast.

""Song of Beauty" can't be performed. I have something urgent to do with her. Can you help me find her first and stop her?"

Gu Qingyi thought that Gong Yimian might not be able to be stopped by others, but if Yan came out during the war, it should be fine.

"Why can't you perform?"

"My dance clothes are torn, and there is no replacement, husband, I'm sorry, I can't dance for you."

The man's voice was low and deep, with a hint of imperceptible banter: "Who said there is no replacement."

Gu Qingyi paused anxiously: "...Huh?"

In the locker room, everyone quickly decided what to change into:
"That's it, let's dance "Chaoge", and hope that Dean Morrison's side can clear everything..."

Li Lanxi hadn't finished saying Shunli when the door of the locker room was knocked open. Gu Qingyi was panting slightly, but with a smile on her face, she said loudly:
"There's no need to change, I still dance "Song of Beauty", everyone hurry up and get ready, my clothes will be here soon."

Su Lilian was surprised and pleasantly surprised:

"Qingyi, where did you get your clothes?"

Gu Qingyi walked in with big strides, and pretended to be closed:
"secret."

……

Twenty minutes later, the beautiful palace bell of "Song of Beauty" rang throughout the theater.

In the auditorium, when Gong Yimian heard the prelude, the sarcasm on his lips expanded infinitely on his face.

Heh, are you going to bite the bullet and dance without the lead dancer?

Even if the audience present had never seen classical dance, they were all experienced dance lovers, and it was impossible not to see the integrity of a dance.

It seems that on the headlines tomorrow, the classical ball of the Beauty Dance Troupe was ridiculed by the foreign media into the dust.

She just has to wait and see the good show...

When her mocking smile finally appeared with the beauties in palace attire, her face froze for an instant.

The leader is wearing a veil and leading the dancer, and that gauze dress like a fairy in the moon palace is more beautiful and immortal than yesterday's...

How is it possible, yesterday she heard their people say that each of them only has one set of dance clothes.

Although Gu Qingyi couldn't see the audience in the audience, and didn't know where Gong Yimian was sitting, this did not prevent her from accurately finding the source of that vicious gaze.

Taking a casual glance at that place, Gu Qingyi didn't put too much attention on Gong Yimian.

Her gaze was raised slightly.

During the war, Yan's box was on the second floor of the theater. Tonight, she only danced for her king...

On the second floor, the intoxicating aroma of wine floated in the box.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall man with a pair of obsidian eyes was deeply focused on the all-powerful man on the stage.

Her eyebrows are dotted like plum blossoms, her long sleeves are dancing, and the light smoke is flying. The girl who is as beautiful as a fairy seems to be carrying a ray of sadness, but also as cold as a fairy, walking slowly from the dream...

The slender hands seem to be twitching the bright moon in the sky, as light as snowflakes in the sky.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world……

Dozens of women in palace costumes bowed to the ground, their slender white long sleeves fell with the light smoke, the last buzzing of the palace bell echoed in the theater for a long time, and finally disappeared...

There is no sound.

The audience was silent.

All Lu Qingyi could hear was her own heartbeat.

Under the stage, Ye Yushuang's hand involuntarily intertwined with the teacher's, and both of them prayed silently in their hearts.

Gong Yimian raised her hand to check the time, heh, it's been 2 minutes since the end, it seems that no matter how beautiful the classical dance is, it's still not acclimatized when it's abroad.

The man in the box didn't look back for a long time. He was very familiar with that girl. From the stiff backline of her lying down, it could be seen that she was nervous.

The man couldn't help but smile with his lips: little guy, why are you nervous.