The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

What was originally a performance to entertain people suddenly made everyone dumbfounded.

The emperor glanced at the queen and made sure that she had no knowledge, then asked: "I have not forgotten what I said to your father in 16, but why are you, a dignified princess, acting like this?"

Beijiang dance skirts are divided into upper and lower halves, both of which are tight and close to the body, revealing the curves of the body.

When used for dancing, it would make people feel bold and enchanting, but for a dignified princess to wear it like this, it would look very inappropriate.

Princess Lingxi broke free from the hands of the imperial army. She stepped forward and performed a standard Zhou Dynasty kneeling ceremony: "My father often said that although Northern Xinjiang has been a vassal of the Zhou Dynasty for more than ten years, it has also received His Majesty's blessing. . My father is always grateful for His Majesty's kindness, and my daughter is deeply influenced by it, and she also regards Your Majesty as a relative and elder. When she was in Northern Xinjiang, she learned the etiquette of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now it is New Year's Eve and there is a family banquet. I wanted to imitate the ancients and dress up in colorful clothes to entertain His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress...but I didn't expect that it would be self-defeating."

"Your father wrote in a letter saying that you are bold and willful. I saw it today and realized that what he said was true. You are more than just willful. You are simply bold." Although the emperor spoke harshly, there was no trace of annoyance on his face.

Seeing this, the Queen smiled slightly: "I heard that the tributes from Northern Xinjiang this year were very generous, but I didn't expect that such a great gift was hidden! Your filial majesty, Lingxi, and I have both seen it. It's just that it's cold on New Year's Eve and it's still early. Go ahead and change your clothes to avoid freezing."

When Lingxi heard this, he knew that the farce just now had been gently exposed.

So she thanked her profusely, but the man didn't leave immediately.

She walked straight to Xu Rongrong: "I just missed my target in a hurry and almost hurt my sister. Lingxi's rules are not good. Please forgive me for my offense and don't bear any grudge against me."

She spoke pitifully, but she never forgot to dig a hole for Xu Rongrong:

It is understandable that I hurt you. If you don't forgive me, you are being narrow-minded!

Xu Rongrong stood up. At this moment, she had retracted the envy and admiration she had felt when they first met. She said with a crooked smile, "My skills were so deviated when I was in a hurry. It seems that what Weiyuan Hou said just now is not an empty lie. I also hope that the princess will do more logistics and practice in the future."

"As for holding grudges... don't worry. Although I am not good at sword dancing, I know how to deal with the situation. Since you did not do it unintentionally today, how can I hold grudges?"

"But my younger sister is still learning etiquette from Zhuangzi because of bad rules. I don't dare to mistake her for someone else's sister."

Her words were impolite, pointing out that Lingxi didn't understand the rules, let alone being a sister and getting along in a chaotic manner.

But today she was almost painted in the face. Even if she said a few words in reply, no one else could find anything wrong with her.

It's just that Princess Lingxi was a little surprised after hearing this.

She didn't expect that this woman who was half a head shorter than her and looked weak could be so powerful with her mouth.

Her master had said that her status as a princess was the highest among women in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Unexpectedly, she was not afraid at all?

Moreover, it seems from just now that Marquis Weiyuan is very worried about her. Who is she?

When she was about to ask more questions, Xu Rongrong sat down again and left her there.

Fortunately, soon a palace maid took Princess Lingxi and a group of dancers down to change clothes.

The emperor and empress were also a little annoyed by this sudden episode, so they returned to the apse to rest.

Because tonight is New Year's Eve, there is a rule of keeping the New Year's Eve, so even though the emperor and empress have left, the family members of the clan still have to stay here.

Thinking of what happened just now, there was a lot of discussion in Zhengyang Palace.

The King of Northern Xinjiang had been keeping to himself for 16 years, how could he raise such an eccentric daughter?

Moreover, Princess Lingxi is about to get her haircut, so what’s the point of coming to Zhou Dynasty at this time?

Just for the sake of haircut ceremony?Or preparing for marriage?

The noisy discussion gave people a headache. In addition, the doors and windows in the hall were closed, and the brazier made people feel dry.

Xu Rongrong stood up and walked out of the hall to get some air.

As soon as I took a breath of cool and refreshing air in the corridor, I felt warm all over.

Looking back, she saw Mu Rong putting a cloak on her.

"It's almost midnight, it's the coldest time, be careful of getting a headache when you go out like this." Mu Rong said while adjusting her hood.

Xu Rongrong lowered her head obediently, still thinking about what happened just now: "What does the Lingxi Princess want?"

Mu Rong smiled and said: "Why are you still thinking about her? You have so much time to think about others all day long, why can't you take some time to think about me."

Xu Rongrong: "..."

She raised her head and met Mu Rong's bright eyes with a trace of longing.

Slightly startled.

In his previous life, this must have been the way she often looked at him...

But now she was a little overwhelmed.

Xu Rongrong lowered his head guiltily, tightened his cloak tightly, and moved towards the garden not far away.

Mu Rong shook his head with a smile and followed her quietly.

At this time, the silver moon in the sky crescents, as if covered with a layer of gauze.

The light shone coldly in the depths of the garden, and before they knew it, the two of them had walked far away.

Listening to the sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves, knowing that he was behind her, this knowledge made her feel a little stable.

She stopped and turned around: "The reason why I think about this is because the drum music was deafening when she danced the sword just now. If she hadn't paid careful attention to it, it would have been impossible for her to hear you clearly."

"So?" Mu Rong asked her with a smile.

"I always feel that she is here for you."

Mu Rong smiled even more, his little girl finally no longer addressed him like a Marquis.

"What do you think?" Xu Rongrong asked.

"If she is really here for me, let's see what she wants." After speaking, he joked, "She can't be here for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he keenly saw the tips of Xu Rongrong's ears move.

Mu Rong felt funny in his heart: "If she really wants me, then I can only tell her..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Xu Rongrong didn't see the answer for a long time, so she blurted out: "Tell her what?"

Mu Rong's eyes and brows were full of smiles: "I can only tell her that I am henpecked! I will never dare to offend my wife."

Xu Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then her cheeks turned red.

"Why are you so shy?" Mu Rong leaned down, his handsome face gradually getting closer to the little girl in front of him, "Do you admit that you are my wife?"

"No way!" Xu Rongrong glared at her.

But his eyes were not lethal at all.

Maybe it was the hazy moonlight that added to the ambiguous atmosphere, or maybe the two of them were too close, allowing each other's warm breaths to slowly intertwine.

At this moment, Mu Rong just wanted to hold his little girl in his arms, be ruthless and gentle, and be wanton and frivolous.

His desire was too obvious, and his gaze was so hot that Xu Rongrong was a little confused.

Mu Rong leaned forward slightly, gradually shortening the distance between the two.

Just when he was about to taste the red lips he had longed for, a woman's low moan in the distance broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Mu Rong's eyes turned cold, he took Xu Rongrong's waist and led her to jump to the top of the rockery nearby.

Xu Rongrong was taken to a high place suddenly and was in a panic.

She could only grab Mu Rong's lapel and press against him to steady her body.

As soon as the two stood still, they saw two figures, a man and a woman, intertwined and hidden behind a rockery stone.

They were in a position where they could have a clear view of the scene below.

"It's the prince." Xu Rongrong was surprised.

Mu Rong nodded.

"Your Highness, this is not good." The woman spoke vaguely in exotic Mandarin.

She was just one of the many dancers.

At this time, she was still wearing the dance skirt as thin as a gauze, with nothing on her white waist, and the prince's big hands were rubbing it back and forth.

"I'm so cold..." the dancer said coquettishly.

The prince ignored it, and inserted one hand directly along the hem of her blouse, and then wrapped it around the softness.

He was getting very interested at this time: "You Northern Xinjiang women's dance skirts are really amazing. I just wanted to try it when I saw you twisting. I didn't expect it to be so convenient!"

"Twist twice." He clapped his big hand.

Xu Rongrong's face turned red and she wanted to leave here immediately.

But at this moment, as long as they moved, they would alert the two people below, and she could only blush and freeze here.

Mu Rong was also a little embarrassed. He did not expect that the prince would dare to do such a ridiculous thing in the palace.

He hid Xu Rongrong's face in his arms and whispered, "Don't look at it."

Xu Rongrong: "..."

She didn't look, but... she could still hear it.

The prince's disgusting words really opened her eyes.

Xu Rongrong's body was extremely stiff, and Mu Rong was not feeling well at the moment.

So he picked up a stone and threw it to the ground not far away.

"Someone..." the dancer said vaguely.

The prince originally just wanted to satisfy his greed and did not dare to really do anything here, so he immediately let go: "What is your name? I will arrange for you to enter the East Palace in a few days."

"Folk girl...Herme."