The woman is wearing a crimson dance dress, a crimson veil on her face, and a clever flying fairy bun on her head, and she is dancing in the air.
Her clothes are fluttering, and the water sleeves in her hands are dancing gracefully, making her appear elegant and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth.
"Wow! It's so beautiful, like a fairy!" Everyone exclaimed when they saw the woman flying.
Chu Xuanchen looked up and saw the woman's veiled face.
As soon as he saw those smart eyes and the familiar outfit, his mind moved, this is really Yue'er!
She is really helping that dancer dance again!
"But Yue'er clearly doesn't know Qing Gong, how can she fly?"
He took a closer look and found that there was a rope tied around Yue'er's waist, and several eunuchs were hiding in the dark and slowly lowering the rope.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. Unexpectedly, his Yue'er was quite smart and knew how to fly in this way.
Hearing everyone¡¯s exclamations, a smile filled Yun Ruoyue¡¯s eyes. She waved her sleeves and danced in the air. With the sweet music, it was simply intoxicatingly beautiful.
At this time, a white canvas suddenly dropped from the air. As soon as the canvas landed in front of Yun Ruoyue, she took out a brush and started painting on the cloth.
"Look, she is actually painting in the air!"
"Yes, it's amazing! There are so many capable people among the people, and this woman is really amazing. She can actually dance and paint at the same time!"
Everyone couldn't sleep anymore, all of them were all spiritual.
Soon, Yun Ruoyue drew a budding flower on the white cloth. Then she threw the brush away and signaled the eunuchs to lower her down.
Everyone was stunned, "Why did she only draw one flower bone? Isn't it just a flower bone and it's too monotonous!"
"Yes, what kind of medicine is this girl selling in her gourd?"
In the doubtful eyes of everyone, Yun Ruoyue slowly lowered to the ground. At this time, Feng Lingtian asked curiously: "Beauty, what's going on with your painting? Why doesn't it bloom?"
Feng Wu sneered and said, "I'm afraid her painting skills are poor and she doesn't know how to draw, so she only drew a flower to fool everyone."
"Everyone, please be patient." Yun Ruoyue said, waving towards the distance, and Xiaolin immediately walked towards her with a glass of water.
Soon, Xiaolin walked to the canvas. She took a sip of water and lightly sprayed it on the canvas.
At this moment, the flower bones on the canvas slowly bloomed, and slowly, a pink lotus appeared on the canvas.