Vol 9 Chapter 51 (1/2)

VOLUME 9 CHAPTER 51: DON’T TELL ME THIS IS A BANQUET IN XINYE (3)

Liu Bei POV

“Come on, come on, come on~ Since Gan Qing knows how to dance, let’s dance for bit then.” Zhou Cang finished her liquor and then began clapping as she pressed Gan Qing to go up to the center.

“Ah… No, no, no, I only know a little and I’m not very good…” As expected, Gan Qing blushed and began waving her hands like car wipers at full speed.

“Oh~ It’s just a dance~”

“… I would like to see it.” “As someone from Xu state, I am very interested about its cultural practices.” “Hurry up~ Hurry up~”

Xiao Yong began to tap her chopsticks against her bowl, at which everyone else began to look over expectantly and curiously at Gan Qing. Even Feng Xian, who usually does not speak much and is usually uninterested in entertainment, is now looking over with half-closed eyes at Gan Qing.

Ah, this sort of situation does end up happening here too huh? No matter the era, there is always an unfortunate soul who gets forced to go up and entertain the crowd. I too was forced to sing some boring songs during family gatherings so I know how it’s like.

“Gan Qing, it’s okay if it’s too much~” Which is why I decided to give her a way out. To be honest, I was quite eager to see how her dance would be like but if she’s not too willing then I do not want to force her.

“Wu!” “Ah!”

However, Gan Qing and Zhou Cang gave out surprised cries and lowered their heads and blushed when they heard me. Gan Qing was clearly shy. As for Zhou Cang, it’s probably because hearing my voice made her remember what happened earlier today.

Un, it’s good that she remembers. If she remembers, then there is hope for her to change her bad habits and become an actual G.o.ddess. This is something good for me.

Un? Just then, I felt Gan Qing’s gaze.

“Alright.” Gan Qing softly said and picked up her bowl of liquor and finished it in one go, slamming it back on the table, “There are no instruments here so I’ll sing as well in place of the music. I’ll just go ahead and play the fool for everyone’s entertainment! And for Xuan De!”

“Alright~”

“T, that’s the way~”

“Go, sister Gan!”

Everyone began cheering her on just as she finished. Mi Zhen tugged on the hem of Gan Qing’s dress and gave a guts pose.

“Go, Gan Qing!” Naturally, I too had to cheer her on since everyone else did so as well.

“Un!” Gan Qing nodded vigorously when she saw this and made her way into the center. After about 2-3 steps in, she stopped, lowered her head and closed her eyes as she spread her legs open slightly. Looks like she’s beginning. Everyone else quietened down too when they felt her seriousness.

— And in the next instant, Gan Qing began to move her feet. At the same time, singing filled our wars.

*Ta*… *Ta*… *Ta*…

Gan Qing began with slow dance steps, her arms moving in tandem. Along with her moving voice, it felt as though she were drifting in the wind. Sudden but relaxed, sudden but quiet, and a twirl here.

It was not just me, everyone else was engrossed in it. I am quite sure that everyone else is just as surprised as I am.

Perhaps… With the exception of Yuan Zhi. When I looked at Yuan Zhi, it seemed like she was about to cry. It seemed like she was surprised at first but then she probably remembered what her singing was like and pulled down her bandana as she lowered her head.

Ah… I do have to admit that

Gan Qing is really talented in dancing and singing. I hope Zhou Cang can learn a thing or 2 from her–

“Alright! I’m going to dance with Gan Qing!” Just as I was thinking about her, Zhou Cang got up, leapt to Gan Qing’s side and began dancing with her. Compared to Gan Qing though, Zhou Cang’s legs were not straight and she was slouching as she swayed about, looking very comical beside her.

“Eh! Don’t spoil the rhythm~”

“… Just as we were getting into the mood too.”

“Hahaha, this dance is good too!”

Some were dismayed by her but others seemed to get more excited.

“I’m joining too~”

“I, I’ll dance too!”

Chen Dao and Guan Ping went to join in as well, prompting everyone to partic.i.p.ate. Most of them swayed about as they held their cups and bowls.