The sound of the guzheng suddenly stopped, and Murong Yue also stood quietly on the lotus leaves. Her long skirt was as simple and white as the lotus flowers in the pond that had not yet bloomed, obediently against her curvy body.

Standing gracefully on the lotus leaves, the rainbow light in the sky reflects her beautiful and profound face. It seems to be born from the light, as if the lotus is transformed into, as if the elf in the water...

From a distance, Murong Yue looked at the banquet and looked like a peacock who was not in the world, a noble and elegant peacock fairy!

The guzheng floated again in a clear and spiritual manner, and Murong Yue's originally still hands slowly swung again, rising and falling like water waves, flying like feather wings...

While everyone was looking forward to it, she finally danced again!

Her soft waist as soft as a water snake, her flexibly beating fingers, and her feet as light as petals, danced out the essence of the dance.

The autumn eyes reflected in the waves of water looked back and looked back, as if expressing the sincere emotions of the peacock; sometimes they rose happily and pursed thoughtfully. The white feathers inserted into the bun stood alone like soul-stirring...

Her mouth, opened and closed, seemed to tell the distant and mysterious story of the Peacock clan in ancient times...

The sound of the guzheng gradually became clear and clear. Murong Yue raised her head with a pious face, her eyes were pure, she lifted her skirt with her left hand, raised her head with her right hand in the shape of a bird's head, and quickly turned around. The white embroidered skirt covered with gold foil spread out and rotated with Murong Yue's movement, like a peacock with open screen, so beautiful that it was impossible to open her eyes...

At this moment, people have long forgotten where they are, as if their minds have been brought into the world where peacock lives by Murong Yue's dance, feeling the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of peacocks.

Zi Qianhuan, who was originally lazy and sleeping on the seat, had already opened her narrow eyes at some point and looked at Murong Yue's light dancing figure without blinking. The glow in her eyes was shimmering, and the water waves were deep. On her slender hands, she was playing with a magnolia flower needle and rubbed gently, showing that her heart was not as calm as his expression, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yelu Feng's eyes looked at Murong Yue no longer had the contempt he used to be. The dark eyes were filled with Murong Yue's beautiful figure, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated, with admiration, stunning, annoyance, regret, and even unwillingness and jealousy...

Such a beautiful person, such a fairy-like person, should have been his wife! But he was pushed out of his arms and sent into the arms of others.

But what has Yelu Feng got now? He lost the backer of Prime Minister Murong, lost his reputation, and was regarded as an ungrateful villain who was a ungrateful villain. Because he was designed by Murong Yue, he became the son-in-law of the Duke of Guarding the Kingdom's Mansion. His wife is still a disgusting ugly monster. Now, he has not only lost his future, but also lost his freedom, and has become Princess Anping's toy...

Murong Yue...Murrong Yue...

All this is because of you, everything I have now is thanks to you...

Yelu Feng stared at Murong Yue's holy figure without a moment, clenched his left hand into a fist and hid under his sleeve, and held the wine glass tightly with his right hand, and the blue veins bulged...

Xuanyuan Manwu stared at Murong Yue's light dance posture with jealousy, and her unwilling jealousy was burning fiercely, almost turning her into ashes.

Why?

Why is this?

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How could Emperor Beichen not know what Murong Yue was thinking? He immediately coughed lightly and said, in order to prevent the ministers from persuading him again, Emperor Beichen changed his topic and met Xuanyuan Manwu, who bowed his head and said, "Do you have any objections to Princess Manwu's advice to Princess Xingyue?"

The Beichen Emperor's question successfully turned everyone's attention to Xuanyuan Manwu. The women thought of the underwear that Xuanyuan Manwu showed when she raised her legs, and all the contempt on her face.

In the eyes of everyone, the comparison between Xuanyuan Manwu and Murong Yue was simply a blasphemy of Murong Yue's dance. How could such a vulgar and shameless woman be compared with the holy and unparalleled peacock fairy? 13acv.

Zheng Shengyue came out. Xuanyuan Manwu heard the question of Beichen Emperor, and her chest was stuffy and almost vomited blood. However, at this moment, she could only swallow her teeth and swallow her stomach with a few breaths, swallowed her jealousy, and forced her to look calm, raised her head and said, "Princess Xingyue's dance posture is really graceful. I believe she must practice hard on weekdays. Man Wu thinks she is not as good as she makes the princess laugh!"

Murong Yue narrowed her eyes, covered her eyes with her eyes, and said with a smile: "Princess Manwu is too much. No one in Beichen knows that Yue'er has been unable to learn any dance skills since she was a child because of her health. This peacock dance is also because Yue'er occasionally saw the peacock dancing and was inspired by her feelings, so she danced from the heart. She really can't bear the virtues that only those who are hardworking and hard-working can use. On the other hand, Princess Manwu is skillful in dancing, and every movement is carefully calculated, and it is not bad at all. She can accurately grasp the mentality of the dancer. She puts such effort into it, which is a good intention, and Yue'er really sighs that she is not as good as she is!"

"Haha..." After hearing Murong Yue's words, Zi Qianhuan couldn't help laughing and looked at Murong Yue with admiration, with an interesting look in his eyes. Obviously, Murong Yue had already aroused his interest.

Zi Qianhuan's laughter, like an introduction, unraveled everyone's concerns.

Everyone laughed, and they were very impressed by Murong Yue's words and sentences.

What does it mean to curse without swearing? This is, every word is a complimentary word. How to praise people, how to get together is just how awkward it sounds. When it is associated with Xuanyuan Manwu’s previous actions, it can’t help but make people feel funny!

Indeed, now that Xuanyuan Manwu's dance was extremely skillful, and every move and every look was taken to the other side. It was really frivolous to think about the mystery between sex. Especially when the last leg raised, the exposed lake green underwear was even more shameless and dissolute.

Even the singer in the brothel did not dare to do such a move in public, but the dignified princess Xuanyuan Manwu was extremely skillful.

It seems that the low quality and moral degradation of this Dongli Country are really worse than that of the low quality of this Dongli Country!
Chapter completed!