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Chapter 399 This little fairy is too soft and cute 29

Chapter 399 This little fairy is too soft and cute 29

The moonlight shattered and swayed on the sparkling water, reflecting each other with the color of the lake.In the waterside lake, many lotus lanterns float and flow slowly on the water, and thousands of Kongming lanterns hang in the night sky, shining with little bits of light.

The sound of music rang in the ears, and the women on the stage danced lightly, moving their hands and feet like flowing water, combining strength and softness.

The waist is curled up in doubt, and the sleeves are about to fly.

She danced alone, but everyone was happy.

The ladies who were originally unconvinced had different expressions at this time.

Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that if they were to compete with this Song Yuyao, they really couldn't compare.

They couldn't learn just her graceful movements of flipping somersaults and doing splits in the air.

Princess Nancheng was so fascinated that she leaned half of her body on the railing of the boat.While admiring the beauty's dance, she spoke enthusiastically to the maid behind her, "Look! Doesn't she dance beautifully? Let me tell you, this is the second time I've seen her dance."

"Yes, what the princess said is, princess, you should be more careful..." The servant girl was terrified, and quickly reached out to hold her, for fear that she would fall into the lake.

At this moment, the young masters who were originally staying in the boat were all gathered on the side of the boat, admiring the scene on the stage.

Looking at the white jade-like arm exposed by the girl during the dance, and the slender willow waist wrapped in the dance dress, some people couldn't help feeling distracted.

Holding the wine glass, Li Yu couldn't help but praise when he was slightly drunk, "Such a beautiful woman, really wonderful."

The people around him stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and when they heard the words, they smiled lewdly, "It's really wonderful, and I don't know who will be under him in the future... If I can have this girl Song to accompany me for a night, I will be with you." Even if Peony dies under her body, she will be a ghost even if she dies."

Hearing his bold and obscene words, Li Yu quickly looked around, couldn't help but frowned and reprimanded him, "There are too many people here, so be careful, Brother Wang."

"Stop pretending, brother Li doesn't think so?"

Wang Qicong patted his chest, smiled and leaned into his ear, "Brother Li, don't you really want to have such a beauty? Then even if Song Yuyao has the title of the most talented woman in the capital, But Zuo Zuo is just a dancer with a low status. If you get her body, are you afraid that she will not obey her orders?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help licking his lower lip, and smiled meaningfully, "At that time, this dance, how we want her to dance, she has to dance."

Li Yu looked at the dancing girl on the stage, holding the wine glass without speaking.

Seeing his cowardly look, Wang Qicong sneered silently.

He patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, if you don't have the guts to do it, then I will do it. Don't regret it then."

The plan in his mind gradually took shape, and Wang Qicong couldn't help but beam with joy.

He turned around to pour himself a glass of wine, but when he turned around, he found a tall figure standing behind them, staring at them with deep eyes.

He was startled.

Thinking of what he said just now, he shifted his gaze a little guilty.

After calming down, he smiled and saluted, "Prince Huai'an."

Although Wang Qicong didn't look down on this son who was found from the corner of the mountain at all, but King Huai'an valued him very much, so he still had to do this superficial respect.

Hearing this, Li Yu quickly put down his wine glass and turned around, and also bowed to the person behind him.

Ye Rongfan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, holding a porcelain white wine glass with his bony fingers.

Turning the cup carelessly, he spoke slowly, his tone neither salty nor weak: "I remember, your surname is Wang?"

　"The waist is curled up, and the sleeves are about to fly." - Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty, "Dance"

(End of this chapter)