“Qing Ju knows how to dance?” He Heng was shocked. There were many noble girls that studied the qin, qi, literature and art, but there was not even a few that learned how to dance.
“Learned myself,” Qu Qing Ju raised an eyebrow, as though she was proud yet helpless, “In the past, there wasn’t anything to do. In the room by myself, I wanted to spend away the time so I studied from the books.”
He Heng knew that Qu Liang shi hadn’t been good to Qu Qing Ju and had expected that she wouldn’t have spent any thought on letting Qu Qing Ju learn the things that proper women should know. He saw her smile was both proud and helpless. He smiled and asked: “When will I have the luck to see?”
Qu Qing Ju raised her smooth and beautiful chin like a proud empress, “When wang ye does something that makes qie happy, qie will consider this matter.”
Clearly calling herself qie, but He Heng heard a hint of pride. But he still felt that the other’s state was so ticklish to his heart. He couldn’t resist reaching with a hand to touch Qu Qing Ju’s waist, “Qing Ju’s waist is thin and flexible, it should make for an extremely beautiful dance.”
The corners of Qu Qing Ju’s mouth drew back: “Wang ye, are you mocking me for being a dancer girl?”
He Heng seemed to understand why women always made trouble without a reason but strangely felt the need to explain himself. He helplessly drew the person into his embrace, “Those women aren’t worthy of being mentioned together with Qing Ju. You only dance for me, no one else will see. This is between us as husband and wife. I like it, I’m not teasing you.” Finishing, he added another sentence, “In the future, when I make you happy, you have to lower yourself to dance once for me.”