From last night to now, he has experienced the charm of this woman and his harshness. At this time, Yue Qiyun ignored everyone's hostility and was as calm and elegant as if there was no one else in the world except her.

From beginning to end, this woman never said a word, and she was so dignified that she could not make any mistakes, but she also defeated the tribal elites in his tent.

Originally, she was scheduled for the dinner party, and with her hot temper, she would leave with a cold look. But she never thought that she would sit so calmly and face the humiliation and contempt of others. And his civil servants and warriors were like clowns in her eyes.

Yet, in this grassland tribe where you eat raw meat and drink blood, Daliang's education etiquette is indeed too grand.

Thinking of this, Yuan Lie looked at Yue Qiyun with a little more annoyed. Is this woman expressing her contempt for the Hulun Grassland in this way?

"Khan, Sister Zheng has prepared a beautiful dance early for the Khan banquet. Why not just let Sister Zheng dance a song?" In order to break the strange silence, Su Moer pulled Mo Zheng to the center of the tent.

"Miss Mo Zheng's dance posture is the best in our Yanbei grassland. It's rare to have the honor today, so everyone can see it!" The Right Xianwang is a famous good man in the Lieyan clan. He blinked his slender eyes a few times, and quickly agreed happily, trying to make the atmosphere of the cold scene liven up.

Yuan Lie looked at the tribe members who were almost sculpted by Yue Qiyun. His handsome face was so cold that it could almost fall from his ice. He snorted heavily from his nose, as if he agreed.

Su Mo'er clapped her hands and walked in from outside the tent with a few Han people holding musical instruments. Looking at their clothes, they were actually Liang's palace musicians who came with Yue Qiyun's dowry!

"What a despicable thing!" Glenn looked at the servile and humble appearance of those people, and couldn't help but get angry! The Emperor of Daliang hated Duke Zhenguo, and the musician sent here did not listen to Princess Huai'en. When did he be driven so easily by the Yan people?

"Brother Lie, Sister Su Moer's singing voice is crisp and melodious. Why would you let your sister sing for me? Is it okay?" Mo Zheng first compiled the song deeply at Yuan Lie, while asking for it in a pretty and gentle manner, her figure was like a weak willow to support the wind, and her voice was like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

Only then did Yue Qiyun notice that Mo Zheng was dressed like a Han woman tonight. She wore a pink right-sided cross-necked skirt, showing her graceful figure. Her snow-white gauze blouse was as thin as a cicada's wings, and she stood there gracefully with wide sleeves. She was so delicate that she was adorable.

"Hahaha, my girl is a lark from the Yanbei grassland. Today we can not only see Miss Mo's dancing posture, but also hear the lark's singing. I am so blessed, so blessed!" Su Muju smiled and cheered for her sister in advance.

"Then let's play "Picking Wei"!" Su Mo'er raised her chin and said to the musicians of Daliang domineeringly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the guzheng was tinkled by the musician. Daliang is a rich hometown of fish and rice, with rituals and music prevailing, and the court musicians played with superb skills. Therefore, among the melodious music, this empty grassland tent was instantly filled with the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.

"I've gone before, and the willows are swaying. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling..."

Su Mo'er's voice is indeed graceful and beautiful. As she sang and sighed, Mo Zheng's long sleeves were swung lightly, her slender waist was soft, and she was so gentle and graceful that the playful and vivid little girl was.

The tender pink dress is pretty and charming, and the white gauze is ethereal and lively, making Mo Zheng's every frown and smile full of the girl's tenderness and liveliness. She is slender and slender, wearing a Hanfu, like the spring willow in the south of the Yangtze River, which is even more adorable.

The sad singing and the soft dance were like the slightly drunken wind in March, blowing the coldness around Yuan Lie. His hard face became much softer, and the tenderness of pampering overflowed in his blue eyes.

At the end of the song, Mo Zheng's fair cheeks were stained with red glow, and a thin layer of fragrant sweat appeared on her forehead, which made her watery eyes shine brightly.

"It's so wonderful!" The King of Youxian stood up first, applauding and exclaiming: "Miss Mo's fairy dance, and Empress Su's singing voice makes this King of Khan's grand banquet add a lot of color!"

"Miss Mo is dignified and beautiful, virtuous and virtuous..." Zuo Xianwang took a sip of the strong wine and praised with his beard.

"Miss Mo is kind-hearted and is also the savior of Da Khan. Only she is Da Khan's virtuous wife!"

In the main tent, there were a series of flattery sounds one after another, only to praise Mo Zheng as one of the rare stunning beauty in the world.

Mo Zheng ran shyly back to Yuan Lie with a sound of praise, and innocently looked up at the man she liked. A lotus jade face was enchanting and charming under the candlelight.

"Princess Huai'en!" Zuo Xianwang suddenly asked provocatively at the silent Yue Qiyun: "You grew up in the country of Daliang etiquette, why did you not say anything about Miss Mo's dancing skills? Could it be that you feel that you are not as good as Miss Mo Zheng?"

Yue Qiyun only felt the thunder rolling on her head! She was willing to act as the background. Why was there anyone thinking about her? Will people let people have a good meal?

"Miss Mo has been dancing hard!" Seeing that his lady ignored the man, Roland stood up and bowed to Mo Zheng in the middle of the tent, and said proudly: "It's just that we imitate the gracefulness of our Jiangnan women to six or seven points."

Roland stood up, covered his mouth with his sleeves, and muttered unintentionally: "Hey, after all, it's an imitation, and there's always something... that's like a slut!"

The little maid seemed to be talking to herself, but the voice was clearly heard by everyone.

Mo Zheng's originally joyful little face collapsed instantly, and then he bit his lips tightly, and a look of crying made everyone feel sympathy.

"You little slave, Zuo Xianwang is asking Princess Huaien, who made you speak?" Su Moer had the most hot temper. She walked up and pointed at Roland and scolded loudly. "Come on, drag this little slave out for me!"

"Oh, it's scary!" Jianlan stepped forward and stood in front of Luo Lan, looked at Su Moer, who was like a clown who jumped up with his head and chest up, and stroked his chest exaggeratedly: "From the moment my master was married to the tent of the Khan, he was already the concubine of the Lieyan clan. As for Princess Huai'en, he was the title of the master in Daliang. You only call Princess Huai'en but not the concubine. Wouldn't you not admit the marriage between Lieyan and Daliang? In this case, we are just slaves of Daliang, what does it have to do with you? How can I allow you Yan people to shout and kill?"

Gladiolus is very eloquent and speaks like a hot bean, which blocks Su Moer from coming up and going down again.

"Since it is a grand banquet for King Khan, should Princess Huaien, who is a married couple, also have to perform a dance song?" Mo Zheng spoke timidly, put his hands on Yuan Lie's knees, and asked with his head tilted, with a naive expression.
Chapter completed!