Versailles is worse than being queen

◎She spoke to her first! ! ! ◎

The new dance music played, and the crowd immediately noticed that the young man who had lost all face just now invited the princess off the dance floor again!

Oops, there's something new and exciting again.

In addition to the people who were gloating at the side, there were also many young girls who rushed into the dance floor with their male partners.

Although no one is ashamed to say it, this is a rare opportunity-there are not many opportunities for the princess to make a fool of herself to set off herself. After all, she is not only beautiful, but she is always the most perfect dancer on the dance floor. To eclipse everyone.

"Waltz?" Nicholas could hardly restrain his smile, "Are you serious?"

He didn't realize that this little girl was quite competitive.

Antanya snorted coldly: "If you don't dance well, I'll have your head beheaded after this piece is played."

"Then I'm really terrified." Nicholas smiled and put his arms around her waist.

The dance music officially kicked off.

Antanya held Nicholas' cool hand, raised her neck, took a step in a standard waltz dance, and looked at him with a chuckle at the same time: "It's been so many years, I don't know how you dance now ?”

Before he finished speaking, the boy suddenly clenched her right hand, driving her body to spin.

"!" Antanya clenched his shoulders and fingers subconsciously, and immediately stepped on the dance steps in memory.

The ribbon on the hair brushed past the ears, and there was a slight wind sound, which felt strangely familiar.

The distant candle flickered into a bright phantom, as if a night many, many years ago, the whirling dancers were surrounded by some kind of deadly and grand romance.

……

For the French court, dancing has always had a clear purpose - to show the beautiful posture and noble temperament of noble ladies and wives.

The dance music is soft and gentle, gentle and elegant. Couples of men and women move their arms slowly, changing formations from time to time, and the ladies would bow their knees and salute with their skirts on their hands from time to time.

But the girls who hurried into the dance floor were about to start dancing at this moment, and they all felt something was wrong.

Why is this song so fast-paced and so weird?

The fast rhythm made it impossible for them to stretch their graceful movements in place, and the dance steps under their feet always seemed to be out of tune, and they almost collided with the dancing partners beside them.

Ah, damned court musicians!

"Wait, look there—"

"My God, what kind of dance is this?"

At this moment, amidst the grand brilliance and gorgeous costumes, there seemed to be a mysterious force guiding people's eyes, and within a few tens of seconds, they gathered at the most dazzling couple among men and women on the dance floor.

They dance like no one has ever seen.

Rotate, move closer, step back.

The gorgeous skirt intertwined with gold and silver falls on the ground like a waterfall of moonlight at one moment, and spins layer upon layer like daffodils at the next moment. The countless pearls and embroidery on the skirt bloom in an instant, which is brighter than the starry sky. The brilliance took everyone's breath away.

In the mysterious breath-like dance music, the boy in a black dress embraces the girl's waist, his slender and fair neck is like a swan, and his clasped hands move with the rhythm, which fits seamlessly.

Without the cumbersome patterns and movements of court minuet, every movement of this dance is so strange, but so stretched and so free, as if countless white doves fly out from the rotating skirts, transforming into a grand dream.

The music is changing and the rhythm is accelerating.

The passionate dance steps follow the syllables, and the black and silver melt into a brilliant galaxy in the faster and faster rotation-they are clearly dressed in colors as cold as the starry night, but they seem to be burning fiercely on the dance floor.

Just one pair of dancers is enough to conquer the entire dance floor.

Many years later, when the waltz sweeps the entire continent with an irresistible trend, and the melody of the waltz resounds from the resplendent palace to the wilderness of the countryside, those who attended a not-so-special salon ball at the Palace of Versailles many years ago Recalling this moment, I will still be impressed by the amazing beauty that I witnessed with my own eyes.

When the song finally ended, the audience was silent for a while.

In the next second, the wild cheers that had never been witnessed in the Mars Hall almost overturned all the open glass windows.

Clapping, screaming, cheering—those Versailles adapted and inappropriate ways of expressing admiration poured out like fountains, the most essential manifestation of human beings in the face of unrivaled beauty.

But amidst such cheers, many people—mainly elderly people—covered their hearts in astonishment: "God! Is this what our French princess should do? It's so scandalous dance!"

The Duke of Lavorgón's face was very dark: "Men and women hug each other, it's simply unsightly."

"And it spins so fast—did they think they were tops? It's so vulgar and ugly!"

"Without intricate choreography and movement, this kind of thing doesn't deserve to be called dance at all."

"Everyone," Antanya breathed steadily, "It's my honor to introduce the waltz to you—this is a dance from Austria, and it's a gift I bring to you."

Although the French today have never seen a waltz, the waltz was played at the Austrian royal balls a century ago.

In her previous life, she worked hard to integrate into the French court, and never tried to introduce this kind of dance that became popular all over the world in later generations.

But in this life, the moment she was stepped on by Nicholas, she suddenly had this bold idea—whatever.Can it be worse than the ending of the previous life?

Nothing frightens her anymore.

"I think everyone has seen it. In fact, the waltz is very simple and free to dance. After we danced this dance, many people must have learned it—"

"Mr. Detter," she raised her hand to signal the conductor, "may I trouble you to play another waltz?"

For the nobles who are proficient in countless movements of minuet, the waltz is really not difficult.When the band had a brief discussion and began to play a new waltz, two or three more couples entered the dance floor.

Henry Ye pulled a palace guard and blinked happily at Antanya.

"The show time is over," Antania gestured to Henriette, and put her hands on Nicholas' shoulders again, "Mr. who stepped on my foot, please be careful."

"I've already apologized." Nicholas' tone was extremely sincere, "As for showing off skills... Who is showing off skills?"

Antanya couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and just about to snort, she suddenly saw a girl coming out from the crowd with her male companion.

"Louise!" Antanya turned her head in surprise.

"Your Highness, you actually know my name." There was a hint of surprise in the girl's eyes, and she immediately bowed her knees and saluted Antanya.

Of course I know.Antanya felt the heat in her eyes, and tears were about to fall.

Louise was her closest friend—she was more commonly called Madame de Lamballe.This gentle girlfriend has always stood by her, even when they were expelled from Versailles in 1789, she has always been with her, until they were taken to different prisons... Then Louise was killed by the people.

"Your Highness?" The 21-year-old Prince's wife looked at the princess with her gentle blue eyes.

Antanya came back to herself.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed the dance," she said heartily.

The rhythm of this dance song is slightly slower than before, which is well adapted to the rhythm of people who are just learning to dance.

As it turns out, the waltz is a dance that's pretty amenable to promotion—after only half a song, several couples on the dance floor can already dance with great proficiency.

As a result, although the crowd was rippling with comments on this indecent dance step, more and more people tried to step on the dance floor, and then quickly adapted to this novel dance step.

There are swirling skirts everywhere, and people are dancing more enthusiastically and unrestrainedly with the lighter rhythm.

When the dance song ended, Henriette slumped to the side—then was snatched back by the muscular young guard: "Miss, be careful!"

"Oh!" Henriette rushed over with a smile and hugged Antanya's arm, "I shouldn't be wearing such a big horizontal pannier, it doesn't look good when I turn."

She coquettishly complained to Antania, "Did you plan it out a long time ago? You specially used a small pannier, and the hem of the skirt can rotate like a flower!"

This is really wronged her.Antanya thought.

However, she still smiled and pinched Henriette's face: "I'll send you one tomorrow."

"Long live!" Henriette hugged her happily, "I love Your Royal Highness!"

At this moment, Antanya suddenly felt countless strange eyes shot from behind.

She suddenly realized that the last dance song had ended for more than ten seconds, but the next one hadn't started yet—this is very abnormal for a professional palace band.

She gently pushed Henriette away and turned around.

Right behind her, the crowd retreated a few paces automatically and consciously.

At this moment, there is only the plump Madame Dubarry in this space, whose body is covered with diamonds and rubies that almost blind people's eyes.

The king's mistress stared straight at her, her hill-like snow-white chest rose and fell violently, and her bright red lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something—her panting|breathing was so rapid that it almost made people think that she just Came from Paris to Versailles.

Antanya watched her silently.

A tall and plump figure, a petite and slender figure formed a subtle confrontation in this way, reminding everyone in the palace that Mrs. Dubarry was the most beautiful minuet dancer before the princess came here.

What she means is often the meaning of the king.Although according to Versailles etiquette, she could not speak to the princess first, but if she publicly stated that she would never accept the waltz, at least half of the people in the court would not dare to dance the waltz.

—so what is she going to do?

"Oh my god, my god!" The people at the gaming table in the corner were going crazy, "I didn't expect that woman to be so fierce! Is she planning to slap her if the princess doesn't talk to her?"

"Oh! I'll bet [-] more for today!"

The bet on when the princess will speak to Madame du Barry is now one of the biggest hot bets at the Palace of Versailles.

"Do you think the king can forgive her like this? I heard that she is pretty good in bed|in bed..."

"Fuck you guys. That's an Austrian princess, and her mother is the queen! If Dubali dared to do this, His Majesty the King wouldn't be able to give her the answer."

"Tch. What is Austria? We are the most powerful country on the mainland. Although I also hate Dubali, I have to admit that there is nothing Her Majesty the King can't give her in this world..."

At the moment when everyone was so hot that their clothes were about to be set on fire, Madam Dubarry blurted out - "Is this your bracelet?!"

Antanya lowered her head subconsciously, and found that the baroque pearl bracelet that had been hidden under the silver cuff had fallen out at some point and was hanging down on her slender wrist.

hiss--

At the same time, there were one after another gasps in the crowd, followed by an extreme silence, like a bubble that had inflated to the extreme and would explode in the next moment.

Virgin Mary!

The defiant Madame du Barry finally went mad.She, she actually broke the rules of the Palace of Versailles and spoke to the princess first! ! !