The Regent Princess has run away again

There are not many records about the memorial dance, and it is not known whether it was done unintentionally or intentionally.

The time of one stick of incense passed quickly.

The instructor walked in. She naturally knew what had just happened. She had thought that the newly-appointed princess would choose to keep the peace, but she didn't expect that she was still a vengeful person.

"My dear ladies, please follow me to Heyun Palace."

Two red-crowned cranes flew past the gate of Heyun Palace, slowly landed from mid-air on the nearby wetlands, and lowered their heads to comb their snow-white feathers.

A breeze blew across the calm lake surface, creating ripples. The big red koi fish were as bright as flames and hard to ignore.

Compared with other palaces, Heyun Palace looks very simple, with green bricks and green tiles, and a long silk curtain hanging at the door.

The palace was very spacious, with only a tea table standing alone in the corner.

The instructor led a group of noble ladies in, asked them to stand in the middle, and then asked, "Who will dance the beginning of the memorial dance first?"

"I'll go first."

Zhao Hanhan spoke first, and glanced at the other noble ladies who dared not speak with a little arrogance. Especially when she looked at Xue Zhiyu, she paused for a few seconds, and her eyes were full of provocation.

Xue Zhiyu didn't agree with her behavior.

After all, she has lived a lifetime, how could she be angered like this?

At the instructor's instruction, Zhao Hanming raised her hand slightly, like a dancing butterfly. Although her movements were still a little unnatural, she did not make any mistakes.

The instructor nodded with satisfaction. She didn't expect these ladies to be able to jump out perfectly within the time of a stick of incense. It would be great if they could make no mistakes.

"Not bad, the movements are still a little unnatural, but I'll just have to practice more when I get back. Who else wants to dance?"

After seeing Zhao Hanming finished dancing, the other ladies came out to try dancing.

"...Princess, you are the only one left who hasn't jumped yet."

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, all the noble ladies almost subconsciously looked at Xue Zhiyu who was standing in the last row.

The latter yawned slowly, and she thought she was going to dance the whole dance, but she only danced the beginning.

"Well, I see."

Xue Zhiyu walked up from the back row, stood up, and danced according to memory.

The wind blew in from the hanging curtains. She could not help closing her eyes and walked lightly to the center of the palace. She jumped and spun as if she was playing with the wind.

His hands were naturally formed into a butterfly shape and pressed against his chest. He slowly sat down on the ground, lowered his head as if praying for something, and the expression on his face was extremely solemn.

Everyone couldn't help but stare in amazement, including the instructor who had seen it countless times, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The dance at the beginning was not long and ended quickly. Xue Zhiyu felt that time seemed to stand still while she was dancing. It was so quiet that she could hear the sound of the wind blowing past her ears and the conversations of the fish in the water.

She opened her misty peach blossom eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Okay, that's really great!"

After Xue Zhiyu finished dancing, the instructor had already made a decision in her mind. Compared with other noble ladies, she believed that this princess was the best choice for the saint. She was so amazed by just the beginning, not to mention the whole dance.

She dared to guarantee that this was definitely the second person in history, besides the leader, who could dance so perfectly.

"I don't accept it! She must have practiced at home in advance, otherwise how could she dance so well for the first time?"

Although Zhao Manrou didn't want to admit it, this little bitch did dance well. She was unwilling to give in. She had waited so long for this opportunity, and she would never give up.

The instructor was a little displeased when he heard her question. He glanced at Zhao Manrou and said in a slightly cold voice, "Except for the annual memorial ceremony, the pamphlet of the memorial dance will be taken out for the selected ladies to practice. It is not allowed to be taken out at other times. Are you questioning His Majesty's favoritism by saying this?"

"No... No, how dare I question your majesty, but how could this... Princess dance so well the first time I saw her? It doesn't look like she's dancing for the first time, but rather like she's danced many times."

Zhao Manrou was so frightened by the teacher's last words that she almost collapsed to her knees, but she still stayed awake and spoke out the questions in her heart.

"Since Miss Zhao San has this question, why not ask me, the person involved?"

Zhao Manrou looked at Xue Zhiyu's smiling face and alarm bells rang in her heart. What was this bitch trying to do?

The teacher actually wanted to know the reason, so he stood aside and said nothing.

"That's because I have talent. I actually wanted to keep a low profile, but Miss Zhao San found out."

After saying this, he sighed in pretended helplessness, which made the other noble ladies want to roll their eyes without regard for etiquette.

Zhao Manrou was so shocked by her shameless answer that she clenched her teeth and couldn't utter a word.

The instructor was also shocked by the narcissistic words. He suppressed the urge to laugh and coughed a few times, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, ladies. Please go back first."

After watching Xue Zhiyu finish her dance, the noble ladies present knew that they had no hope. After hearing what the instructor said, they bowed and left Heyun Palace.

Before leaving, the two Zhao sisters glared at Xue Zhiyu secretly, and their hatred for her grew even stronger.

Although Xue Yumei felt equally uncomfortable, she still had a gentle and dignified expression on her face. She nodded to the teacher and walked out.

Now, only Xue Zhiyu and the teacher were left.

The teacher couldn't help herself now, and chuckled softly while covering her mouth with her handkerchief.

"Princess, aren't you afraid of offending Miss Zhao? Not only did you shine during the dance practice, but you also deliberately angered her just now. It's really interesting."

Xue Zhiyu shrugged disapprovingly: "Anyway, I have already offended her a long time ago, and now I have only offended her more thoroughly. I will not offend others unless they offend me. Who made them always pester me? They disturb my peace more than flies."

"You, be careful with your mouth."

The teacher felt helpless and fond of Xue Zhiyu, and couldn't help but reach out and poke her on the forehead.

"Teacher, your accent doesn't sound like someone from Beijing. It sounds more like someone from the south."

"Well, my ancestral home is Qingcheng. Princess, have you ever heard of the Qingcheng Zhou family?"

Xue Zhiyu thought about it, then nodded: "The Qingcheng Zhou family is a famous dancing family, and has produced several extraordinary dancers. The famous dancer Zhou Miaoli in history is from the Zhou family. This dancer is famous all over the world. Her admirers range from princes and nobles to merchants, but she finally chose to marry a scholar. Teacher, are you also from the Zhou family?"

"Yes, I am the second daughter of the Zhou family. Princess, you can call me Bixia."

"Then it's better to obey than to be respectful. Sister Bixia, you don't have to call me Princess. Just call me Zhiyu."

Zhou Bixia nodded. It seemed that this princess was not the same person as rumored. It turned out that rumors could not be fully believed.

"Sister Zhiyu, you can go to Heyun Palace to practice dancing at the same time in the next few days. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I will pick you up in person at the memorial ceremony in five days."

"Okay, thank you Sister Bixia for telling me."

After Xue Zhiyu left, Zhou Bixia also followed her out of Heyun Palace and turned to walk towards the imperial study.

In the imperial study, Xia Yu was reviewing memorials. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and he stared at the memorial in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

Nangong Ye sat aside, glanced at Xia Yu with his peripheral vision, put down the teacup in his hand, and slowly said, "Your Majesty, are you still upset about the drought in the south?"

"The court officials kept mentioning this matter in the Golden Palace today, especially the civil servants headed by the Prime Minister. They wanted to make the decision for me directly. Not only did they not share my worries, but they also said some impractical things."

"I still think that we should first reduce taxes to help the country through the drought, and then open up the granaries for relief. This is the most important thing."

"This method has its merits, but it also has its drawbacks. Will there be a practice of pretending to obey but secretly disobeying the order among the officials? I am far away in the capital and cannot be there in person, so I want to send a few of my trusted aides to the south to act as my eyes to watch over those people."

At this point, Xia Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his intimidating look made people feel afraid.

Nangong Ye tapped the table lightly with his fingers without saying a word.

At this moment, Eunuch Huang knocked on the door and said outside, "Your Majesty, Miss Zhou is here."

"Well, let her in."

"Yes, Miss Zhou, please come in," Eunuch Huang then pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhou Bixia nodded, walked in, and bowed to the emperor on the throne, saying, "Your Majesty, I have already chosen a candidate for the selection of a saint girl that Your Majesty has asked me to do."

Xia Yu was now interested, so he put down the memorial and asked, "Oh? Which noble lady could catch Miss Zhou's eye?"

"That person is Princess Kang Le."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yu showed an undisguised look of disbelief on his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

Unexpectedly, Princess Kangle could always bring her surprises every time, just like a treasure chest filled with countless treasures.

Nangong Ye didn't react much. He had long known that this princess was not as simple as she seemed. Her thinking and behavior were very different from those of ordinary girls.

It seems that I can find an excuse to meet this princess.

It's funny to think that every time I see her, she looks so angry, like a frightened cat.

Nangong Ye picked up the teacup, concealing the joy on the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyelids and savored the new tea carefully.

In the next few days, the palace's carriage would come to pick up Xue Zhiyu on time.

Soon, the day of the memorial ceremony arrived, and Zhou Bixia really came to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a carriage.

"Sister Bixia is well."

Xue Zhiyu walked up to Zhou Bixia and greeted her, then got on the carriage with the help of Xiaoqiu.

Zhou Bixia felt anxious for Xue Zhiyu when she saw that she was not in a hurry at all.

"Don't be nervous. When you enter the palace, change your clothes first. I will put on your makeup myself. As for dancing, just do it like you usually do during teaching."

Zhou Bixia said as she squeezed her hand, looking encouraging.

Xue Zhiyu was really not nervous, but rather quite excited. However, seeing Zhou Bixia comforting her, she felt warm in her heart and nodded obediently: "Well, I understand."

After all, it was the annual memorial ceremony, and everyone in the palace was busy. The palace servants were busy setting up the altar and running back and forth.

Before Xue Zhiyu had time to take a closer look, Zhou Bixia dragged her to Qushui Pavilion next to Heyun Palace.

Compared with Qushui Pavilion and Heyun Palace, it looks completely different.

The decoration reveals luxury, but this luxury is also tinged with solemnity. A colored glaze chandelier hangs from the ceiling, which looks particularly dazzling under the refraction of sunlight. The tea sets are all made of jadeite. The table in the middle is actually made of white marble, with golden orchid patterns blooming gorgeously among the white jade.

Zhou Bixia pulled her into the dormitory next door, where the clothes she was going to wear were laid out on the bed.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. There is only a cup of tea left until the 9th hour."

After Zhou Bixia left, Xue Zhiyu looked at the grand clothes on the bed. She had to admit that the fabric and workmanship were definitely worth a fortune in modern times.

She took off her clothes and changed into the prepared clothes.

"Sister Bixia, I'm done."

Zhou Bixia was waiting at the door. Only after hearing what Xue Zhiyu said did she dare to push the door and walk in. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes. She had thought that it would be difficult for her to control such a bright red color, but who knew that it would not look out of place on her at all.

"Let me put on your makeup."

Xue Zhiyu nodded, and then she saw that the mirror on the dressing table was not the bronze mirror she had always seen, but a glass mirror.

Zhou Bixia picked up rouge and powder and began to put makeup on her. Because she had a good foundation, she didn't need too much coverage to avoid it overshadowing her appearance.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Xue Zhiyu looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were like a pool of clear water. Her beautiful eyes had a kind of elegant and refined temperament, which made people dare only watch her from afar and not blaspheme. She was truly like a jade-like lotus, with bright eyes and rosy lips.

The bright red satin dress with gold-thread butterflies made her skin look even whiter than snow. The flower base around her head was inlaid with blood-red agate, and the hollow butterfly decorations on both sides were connected to tassels, and below them were net curtains made of turquoise beads of various colors.

"Fortunately you don't enter the palace, otherwise the three thousand beauties in the harem would be eclipsed by you."

"Sister Bixia, please don't tease me. I am just a humble person. How can I compare with the ladies in the harem?"

"By the way, do you want to go to Heyun Palace to teach again?" Zhou Bixia couldn't help but ask.

"I've memorized it. Sister Bixia, do you know what I need to do after the memorial service begins?"

"You don't need to do anything else. Wait for the Imperial Observatory to announce that you can go on stage. Then just go up and dance to the music."

That's not so bad, she thought it would be a lot of tedious things.

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"Teacher Zhou, Princess Kangle, please move to the memorial platform."