I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

Baona knew very well that if she wanted the new art to truly take root in the ancient Dian Kingdom, public acceptance was key.

She and other young art lovers such as Zhuansun carefully prepared a performance, hoping to turn the situation around.

Behind the curtain, they nervously adjusted their costumes, instruments emitted a low hum, and the air was filled with tension, as if a battle was about to begin.

Baona took a deep breath, her heart beating like a drum, feeling both nervous and expectant.

When the curtain slowly opened and dazzling lights illuminated the stage, the performance officially began.

The music suddenly sounded, sometimes low and gentle, sometimes passionate and high-pitched, perfectly blending with the dancers' powerful movements.

Zhuansun is like an arrow shot from a bow, his dance steps are light yet powerful. Every spin and every jump seems to be telling an ancient story.

However, just as the performance was getting better, a burst of harsh ridicule came from the crowd.

"This weird dance is simply disgusting!" Artist Zaifu stood in the front of the crowd, his face ashen, and his voice pierced the originally harmonious atmosphere like a sharp knife.

The Wu Ma musician also echoed: "This music has no rules at all, it's a blasphemy against traditional music!" The Gongxi dancer even covered his face and shook his head, with a look of contempt on his face.

Their words were like stones thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The audience, who were originally immersed in the performance, began to whisper to each other.

Some people were shaken by the influence of traditional art schools, and their original appreciation gradually turned into doubt, or even a hint of dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense and chaotic. Baona tried hard to maintain order. Her anger was boiling in her heart, but she could only suppress it.

Zhuansun's dance steps also paused slightly, and a trace of panic flashed across his face.

Seeing this, the artist Zaifu sneered and shouted, "Look, even they feel guilty! This so-called art is not worthy of being presented in a formal setting!" He turned to look at Baona, his eyes filled with provocation, "What else do you have to say?"

Baona took a deep breath and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a clear voice from the crowd: "Shut up!"...

The voice of the ancient Dian Queen Zhaoyang Ruyue was crisp and powerful, with unquestionable majesty, instantly overwhelming the noisy crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw her dressed in gorgeous clothes with a stern look, like a god descending to the earth.

Zaifu Shujia and the others fell silent, their faces turning pale.

Zhaoyang Ruyue walked slowly onto the stage, her eyes swept across the crowd, finally stopping on Baona, and nodded slightly to show encouragement.

She turned to face the audience, her voice as clear and melodious as the clash of jade: "The true meaning of art lies in innovation and expression, not blind adherence to convention." Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing the Zaifu artist and his companions. "You call yourselves the guardians of art, but you don't know that the essence of art lies in change and development. Today, I will show you what true art is!"

As soon as Zhaoyang Ruyue finished speaking, the lights on the stage changed again and the music became more passionate.

Zhuansun seemed to be encouraged, his dance steps became lighter and more unrestrained, like an eagle soaring in the sky.

Other young artists also demonstrated their extraordinary skills and their performances were wonderful and breathtaking.

The audience was deeply attracted, their eyes changed from boredom to amazement, applause was thunderous, cheers rose one after another, showing their recognition of the Art Nouveau style.

Baona looked at all this, her heart filled with joy. She felt that all her efforts had paid off, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zaifu Artist and others turned pale and their lips trembled, but they were unable to refute.

They watched helplessly as the wave of new art swept in and submerged them.

Zhaoyang Ruyue walked to Baona, patted her shoulder gently, and smiled: "Next, it's up to you." Baona took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and her heart was full of confidence.

She knew that the future of new art was in her hands.

Just then, a guard hurried over and whispered something in Zhaoyang Ruyue's ear.

Zhaoyang Ruyue's expression changed slightly, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes...

As Zhaoyang Ruyue finished speaking, the music suddenly changed. It was no longer the traditional steady and solemn music of ancient Dian, but it was full of vigor and vitality, flowing like a mountain spring, sometimes light and lively, sometimes passionate and surging.

Zhuansun's dance style also changed accordingly. It was no longer bound by traditional rituals, but became more free, unrestrained and full of vitality.

Sometimes he leaped into the air, sometimes he spun and flew, his clothes fluttering like the wings of a divine bird.

Other young artists also showed their talents, playing clear and melodious piano music, singing touching songs, and painting magnificent paintings with their brushes.

The audience was a little confused at first, but was soon attracted by this new art form.

They had never seen such a vibrant and passionate performance. They were all fascinated and applauded loudly.

Even the previous voices of opposition gradually disappeared, replaced by waves of praise.

The faces of Zaifu Artist and others were as pale as eggplants hit by frost, and they looked wilted and droopy.

They originally thought they could use this opportunity to suppress Bao Na, but unexpectedly it made her famous.

After the performance, the audience was reluctant to leave for a long time and surrounded Bao Na, Zhuansun and others to express their love.

Baona stood in the center of the stage, enjoying the joy of success

Zhaoyang Ruyue sat in the audience, with a gleam in her eyes.

She held Baona's hand tightly and said softly, "You did a great job, Baona. I believe you will be able to lead ancient Dian to a more glorious future." Baona shook the Queen's hand in return, her heart filled with gratitude and emotion.

At the celebration banquet, there were laughter and cheers.

Zhaoyang Ruyue raised her glass frequently to toast Baona.

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However, just as everyone was immersed in joy, a guard hurried over and whispered something in Zhaoyang Ruyue's ear.

Zhaoyang Ruyue's expression changed slightly, the wine glass in her hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of wine spilled.

She took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and said to Baona, "Baona, let's go out for a walk."

The two walked out of the palace and strolled in the moonlight.

Zhaoyang Ruyue was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Baona, we are in trouble..." She pointed to the dry riverbed in the distance, her voice low and solemn, "The water source... has dried up."