I have a supermarket system, shocking the whole court

"I wonder if Miss Qingqing has ever seen orchids?"

"?" Xiao Qingqing was confused.

"When my teacher told me this formula, I stared at the orchid for seven days and seven nights, thinking hard about why he chose the orchid as the model instead of the peony, lotus or orchid. Later, I finally figured it out. It turns out that the orchid is slender and graceful but also has its own proud character. Our hands should learn not only its shape but also its character.

So when making the orchid finger gesture, although the fingers are raised and soft when dancing, they have a shape and soul. They cannot be stiff, limp, or stuck.

Do you understand what I mean?"

What Ning Ning said was indeed her real experience when she was practicing dancing.

After all, she grew up overseas. Even though she has Chinese blood, she has not been nourished by her homeland. She can only alleviate her homesickness by learning some of the essence of her hometown.

Chinese classical dance is one of them. She really put a lot of effort into learning it. She learned, thought, understood and practiced it bit by bit on her own.

It was the first time that Xiao Qingqing heard someone talk about their dance experience. Ning Ning was good at expressing herself and her content was insightful, so she was fascinated by it.

Ning Ning's first day of teaching was a complete success.

When she returned from Xiao Qingqing's courtyard, the lights had already been turned on and the servants had already prepared a table of delicious food.

Originally, Mrs. Xiao wanted them to eat together in the front hall, but Ning Ning refused.

In the original owner's memory, although the tutor was worthy of the title of tutor, to put it bluntly, he was only employed by the master. Although he lived in the master's house, he could not eat with the master at will.

Even if the host invites you, you should know how to decline to avoid embarrassment for both parties.

Facts proved that her decision was right. She rejected Mrs. Xiao's invitation to dinner and returned to her own courtyard. Sure enough, the food had already been prepared.

Ning Ning silently praised herself for her wisdom.

While eating, Ning Ning asked the attendant who was serving beside her to leave.

Shang Wenqi also did not forget to ask her about her teaching situation.

Ning Ning glanced at the delicacies on the table with pride: "Can't you tell from the food? Of course she was taught very well."

Shang Wenqi had nothing to say.

"Speaking of which, I really don't understand your aesthetic taste. Although Miss Qingqing's dancing is okay, after comparing myself with her, I found that I am no worse than her.

I suspect your artistic taste is really not that good."

Shang Wenqi frowned: "We are clearly talking about dancing skills, what does it have to do with numerology?"

“?” Ning Ning blinked, and this time she was confused.

What kind of magic is this? What nonsense is he talking about?

【Host, in ancient times, the word "art" includes the six arts, namely calligraphy, mathematics, archery, and charioteering, and "art" includes medicine, prescriptions, divination, and fortune-telling. Especially after the Jin Dynasty, it specifically refers to prescriptions, arts, and numbers. 】

At this time, the benefits of opening the encyclopedia search became apparent. The system provided the confused Ning Ning with the search results in time, which made her suddenly enlightened.

It turns out that ancient art and modern art are not the same thing. At this moment, she and Shang Wenqi are really talking at cross purposes.

Ning Ning pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly: "That... uh, I mean your aesthetic taste has improved, but... it doesn't matter, just keep working hard in the future. By the way, I think I know what business I can do to make a fortune."

"What?" Shang Wenqi asked.

"How about opening a dance studio? Create a unique dance style, then recruit noble ladies from all over the world and make sure they are all trained to become academic dancers!"

Shang Wenqi glanced at her coldly as if to say something quite arrogant, "Just you?"

Ning Ning was embarrassed: "Don't underestimate me, I tell you this is very feasible, I will first clear my father's name, and then participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival competition in the second half of the year. As long as I win the championship and become famous, I can start a class naturally."

Anyway, in ancient times, what mattered was the celebrity effect. If she won the championship like Si Yang, her fame would naturally spread. At worst, she could first become a one-on-one tutor for a nobleman, and when her daughter became famous, her fame would also spread.

The modern classical dance form of body and rhythm should also be able to thrive here, right?

By then, she will set up a dance troupe, uh, that is, a drama troupe like this, and then perform in various commercial performances in the residences of nobles, and the nobles will give them rewards... won't gold come down like rain, right?

The more Ning Ning thought about it, the better it seemed. Finally, she patted Shang Wenqi on the shoulder and said, "Really? Consider joining me. From now on, you will be the top fighter in my dance studio. I will be responsible for making a lot of money, and you will be responsible for helping me keep the place together. I will have meat to eat and will never give you bones to gnaw on. Let's share the glory and wealth!"

"..." Shang Wenqi's eyes showed contempt again.

Gold again... He finally realized that this girl was an absolute money-grubber.

It is said that like father, like son. Greed for money is something that is hereditary, right?

"Your eyes..." Ning Ning keenly caught the ambiguity in Shang Wenqi's eyes: "Don't you believe in my ability?"

"You should deal with this sin first." Shang Wenqi spoke calmly, and his words choked her to death.

Ning Ning couldn't help but sigh: "I almost forgot about the important things when I was relaxed. You are right. What I should think about now is not how to open a dance studio, but to help my father clear his name. Thank you for reminding me."

As she spoke, Ning Ning picked up a chicken leg for Shang Wenqi, as if she finally remembered that he was her "master".

Shang Wenqi didn't expect Ning Ning to suddenly pick up some food for him. He didn't have time to dodge and was now frowning at the chicken leg in the bowl.

Ning Ning nodded: "Don't worry, I didn't poison you."

Shang Wenqi moved his lips but said nothing.

Ning Ning picked up another chicken leg and started to chew it generously. This was the first time she had eaten a piece of meat in such a long time since she came here. Her internal organs were clamoring that it was delicious.

Ning Ning was completely immersed in the ocean of delicious food and finally stopped bothering Shang Wenqi.

Shang Wenqi ate the rice in the bowl quietly. In the end, he did not touch the chicken leg that Ning Ning gave him, but put it in the bone dish.

Ning Ning didn't have as many thoughts as him. She waited until she finished eating comfortably before speaking: "By the way, what's your name? I have to call you something along the way."

"Shang Wenqi."

Ning Ning had already prepared a speech in her mind, but she didn't expect Shang Wenqi to actually speak.

She was a little surprised: "What...?"

"Shang Wenqi, my name." He looked at Ning Ning coldly and repeated it again.

Ning Ning was flattered, and the next second she was so moved that she stretched out her paw to pat Shang Wenqi's shoulder.

Shang Wenqi quickly blocked it with chopsticks: "Dirty."

Ning Ning then noticed that her claws had just grabbed a chicken leg and it was shiny with oil.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I was just too excited. I didn't expect you, Brother Qi, to be willing to tell me your name."

When Shang Wenqi heard the words "Brother Qi", his face turned black unconsciously.