On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

Unlike Wen Yidi's secret preparations, Xu Shihuan's current behavior can be regarded as a big deal.

At this moment, she was standing on the Guan family's martial arts training ground, following a fixed trajectory, dancing agile yet powerful steps over and over again.

If someone were watching from a distance, they would be surprised to find that her dancing steps formed exactly one word.

The girl dressed in light clothes had her feet tightly wrapped in white cloth. I saw her wet her feet with water and dance on the dry ground.

Xu Shihuan was born with long arms and legs, and her dance movements were soft yet powerful, which was completely different from the dances performed by other ladies in Yong'an City.

When other women dance, dance only accounts for three points, and dance clothes account for seven percent. Even if she has no talent for dancing, she can put on a fairy-like gauze skirt and turn around a few times to attract the attention of onlookers.

However, Xu Shihuan was wearing a robe similar to that worn by a scholar. Coupled with her height, which was about the same as that of a man, it was difficult to tell the difference between male and female at first glance.

Looking at her movements, they have the grace of dance, but also incorporate practical tactics on the battlefield. The wet white cloth under her feet left water marks on the ground as she danced.

By the time the song ended, her clothes had already been soaked with sweat. But Xu Shihuan didn't have time to rest, so he asked loudly:

"Father, how do you write this word?"

Prime Minister Xu stood on a high platform in the distance, looking at a large word made of water stains on the ground, thinking seriously for a moment, and responded loudly:

"It has form but no rhyme, and the last stroke is too protracted!"

Xu Shihuan waved her hand to indicate to her father that she heard him, and then asked a few people standing aside:

"Tell me, what was wrong with the dance just now?"

I saw a weak woman respond in a low voice:

"Miss, I think the connection between the two pieces of music is a bit stiff. It might be better if you do it this way."

After saying that, the woman's aura suddenly changed and she started dancing on the martial arts field.

Xu Shihuan watched intently, occasionally squatting on the ground and writing down key points with pen and paper. After Lu Yao stopped, she would repeat what she had just wondered about a few times before giving up.

That's not all. There are still a group of people dressed as soldiers standing around the martial arts field. They were all those who had gone to the battlefield with General Guan in the early years. Some were injured and disabled, or they were old, so they returned to Yong'an City to take care of themselves.

Although they don't know how to dance or calligraphy, they are real people who have come from the battlefield. Whether the practical movements incorporated into the dance are realistic enough or not is up to them.

From day to night, Xu Shihuan almost never stopped for a moment. She constantly adjusted this dance, carving each movement into her own flesh and blood, turning it into an instinctive reaction.

Xu Shihuan spent several days like this. She ate very little every day and lost weight rapidly. The tightly tied belt highlights the slim waist.

But the strange thing is that her steps are becoming more and more steady, and her movements are becoming more and more powerful. Lu Yao and the old members of the Guan family have watched this dance countless times, but they are still amazed by her next performance.

Gradually, Xu Shihuan forgot about the Golden Autumn Banquet, the Queen Mother's birthday, and his original purpose. She just wanted to dance this dance well and express everything she felt.

And somewhere she couldn't see, there was a pair of eyes staring at her for a long time. The look in his eyes couldn't hide the surprise, but it was also filled with calculations.

He waved his hand, and a man in black suddenly appeared, kneeling respectfully in front of him.

He leaned down and whispered in the ear of the man in black:

"On the day of the Golden Autumn Banquet, this girl must not be allowed to dance on stage."

After saying that, the man in black fisted his fist and disappeared. He was left alone, staring at Xu Shihuan who was dancing, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Miss, take a rest! Look, you've lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

Lingdang said sadly while wiping the sweat from Xu Shihuan's forehead. She has seen the progress of the young lady in the past few days, but she is worried that if this continues, the young lady's body may not be able to hold on.

Xu Shihuan took the kettle from Lingdang's hand and started drinking. It wasn't until the water in the pot was empty that she licked her lips and said:

"How's it going with Miss Duan?"

Lingdang took out the letter from the Xu family's secret guard and read it word for word:

"Miss Duan suddenly disappeared for a long time a few days ago. When she came back, she went to Qiongxian Building to meet Mr. Wen. She hasn't left her house in the past few days."

Xu Shihuan nodded, thinking that Qinglian was still in contact with Wen Yidi.

When reading the script before, Xu Shihuan thought that Wen Yidi helped Duan Qinglian repeatedly because she was his childhood playmate.

But now, Wen Yidi already knew that she was lying, but he still followed her lies. Did he have special thoughts about Duan Qinglian, or did he have another agenda?

Xu Shihuan felt that it was the latter. Based on her understanding of Wen Yidi, he should not be someone who would ignore everything for the sake of his children's love.

"Did Mr. Wen send someone to keep an eye on him?"

Lingdang took out another secret letter from her arms and said:

"On Mr. Wen's side, there are many experts guarding the Qiongxian Building and Xunhuan Building in the dark. Our people did not dare to follow too closely for fear of being exposed. However, according to the secret guards squatting in the Wen Mansion, the Wen family The study has been lit up very late these days, and Mr. Wen also looks very tired, as if he hasn’t slept well in many days."

"Oh?"

Xu Shihuan was a little surprised when he heard the news. A few days ago, Xu Shihuan had a dream. In the dream, Duan Qinglian presented a picture of a hundred years of longevity at the golden autumn banquet. It was embroidered with a hundred different colors and materials of silk threads, with a hundred different writing styles of the word longevity.

The dream also said that Duan Qinglian was not good at female celebrities, and she was still curious about how the hundred-year-old picture was completed.

Now it seems that it was Wen Yidi's handiwork?

Oh, he is really versatile.

Lingdang felt strange when she saw her young lady smiling. It has been more than ten days since the last time the young lady met Mr. Wen at Qiongxian Tower. During this period, the young lady has not even asked for news about Mr. Wen.

Today, when I heard that Mr. Wen was not sleeping well, the young lady actually laughed. Lingdang really couldn't understand whether there was a conflict between the two or whether there was no friendship anymore.

Wen Yidi, with this dance of mine, I wonder if your longevity picture can help Miss Duan capture the heart of the Queen Mother? Xu Shihuan thought to himself.

If I missed you, would you regret writing that day to remind me?

Although Wen Yidi and Xu Shihuan had no contact after that day, Xu Shihuan could not let go of him in his heart.