After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

"Yes." Gu Changsheng answered with difficulty. No, he must find a way to let Xia Qianqian win! In this world, only she is worthy to stand beside him and play the golden boy and girl with him.

Temporary Buddha's feet teaching Xia Qianqian to dance would definitely not work, so he had to find another way. what should I do?

Gu Changsheng was lost in thought, and Han Yuqing said to him again, but he didn't understand what he said. Until Madam Gu shook him: "Changsheng, Yuqing is talking to you!"

"Oh, what did you say?" Gu Changsheng returned to his senses.

Han Yuqing was a little embarrassed, so he had to repeat it again: "I asked the third cousin, what dance should I do tomorrow?"

"You are free." Gu Changsheng said, and continued to think about his own.

The flexibility of the body and the skills of dancing, these Xia Qianqian are definitely incomparable. Out of the corner of Gu Changsheng's eyes, he glanced at the embroidery shed in Lu Lan's hand and had an idea!

Sacrifice is a solemn thing. If there are dancers, they must be dancing religious dances. It may be beautiful or primitive, and Xia Qianqian can be imitated filially.

"Third cousin, then I'll dance a white scorpion dance!"

"Yes, that's beautiful." Gu Changsheng expressed his support.

Han Yuqing pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, shy and happy. Mrs. Gu laughed so hard: "Our Yuqing dance is outstanding. If it wasn't for the family's reluctance, Yuqing would be able to dance for the emperor in the capital."

"You guys talk, I'm going back to the house." Gu Changsheng got up and left the table. When he was in the flower hall, he paced Fang Bu in a hurry, and when he left the yard, he ran wild instead.

Back in the room, Gu Changsheng reached out and patted the table, and an iPad appeared on the table strangely. He unlocked the screen, quickly saved a video, found a religious dance, clicked play, and drew the poses on the screen on paper while watching.

A two-minute dance with dozens of poses. Gu Changsheng replayed it several times before he drew all the dance scores.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and threw the iPad into the air, and the iPad disappeared.

"Qing Tong!" Gu Changsheng called out, full of energy.

"What are your orders, young master?" Qingtong immediately pushed the door and came in.

Gu Changsheng marked the dance score with page numbers, put it neatly into the wooden box, and handed it to Qingtong: "Give it to Xia Qianqian, and you must give it to her in person."

"Yes." Qingtong had long been accustomed to Gu Changsheng's mysterious courtship behavior.

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Xia Shanshan was snoring in sleep, but Xia Qianqian was not sleepy. She filtered the dances she had seen in her mind, including square dances - still no one she could control.

How to do? Do you want to give up the five taels of silver?

Xia Qianqian was worried when a soft noise suddenly came from outside the door. She got up alertly to open the door, but saw Qingtong standing outside the door: "Miss Xia, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"What's the matter?"

Because he was the servant of the old ancestor, Xia Qianqian was more polite.

"I'm here to deliver things on the orders of the young master." Qingtong handed over the box.

"What is it?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"I don't know." Qingtong shook his head and ran away.

Xia Qianqian had to close the door and open the wooden box.

"Dance sheet?" He blinked in surprise.

The dance sheet depicts a religious dance. Although the movements are simple, it has far-reaching significance. The simplest dance is used to reflect the devotion to the gods! She seemed to have seen it somewhere, but couldn't remember for a while.

"I'll dance this tomorrow!" Xia Qianqian immediately understood the intention of the ancestors, and hurriedly trained according to the dance score.

~~Small Theater~~

Xia Qianqian: Gu Yanjing, tell me honestly, where did the ipad come from?

Gu Changsheng (bewildered): Who is Gu Yanjing? Who is the ipad? Am I not your ancestor?

Xia Qianqian: …………