Marrying a ghost doctor: running wild in the arms of a nine-thousand-year-old man

Being flattered by Chi Wangchuan's few words, Nangong Zhaoyang felt that it was not that bad, it was just dancing.

She has learned a lot since elementary school. Although she is not as good as the dancer in the palace, she is not unsightly.

Nangong Zhaoyang lowered his head slightly and smiled shyly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has said so. If I refuse, wouldn't it be disrespectful to His Highness?"

"Zhaoyang." The little queen mother looked serious and stopped her, "Don't try to do things you can't do!"

Yu Zhizhi didn't want to lose face. Nangong Zhaoyang only wanted to lose face. Now in front of the envoys of Xijue, he had lost face to the entire dynasty.

"Just watch, Queen Mother, it's just a dance."

Nangong Zhaoyang saluted willfully and went over to prepare.

Jiang Chiyu didn't pay attention to what was going on here. She was eating the delicacies one after another. Although they were all small portions, it was best to try them first.

She even occupied Huo Jin's share. Jiang Chiyu really came to enjoy the feast of welcoming the wind and washing the dust.

"Eat slowly, you'll make yourself vomit after a while." Huo Jin was disgusted. He already regretted bringing him here.

Jiang Chiyu is a conspicuous person who completely loses the face of the Governor's Mansion.

Someone was talking below. After all, the Jiang family came from a small family, so they were so disrespectful.

Jiang Chiyu glanced sideways at Huo Jin: "The worst thing to do is waste food. If adults don't eat it, why don't you let me eat it?"

"I never said that."

Huo Jin frowned, stretched out his hand and handed the handkerchief over: "Wipe your mouth, eat it all."

"Cough cough."

Jiang Chiyu was almost frightened to death when he saw the slender fingers in front of him. He subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth.

Yu Zhizhi, who was sitting in the upper position, almost broke his hands hidden under his sleeves: No, Ajin, you are not allowed to do this to her.

Yu Zhizhi probably rarely saw such gentle Huo Jin in his life.

Chi Wangchuan, who was sitting not far away, looked at this scene and felt bad in his heart. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said: "You are not a man anymore when you waste your natural resources. Why are you pretending to be affectionate?"

"His Highness has tried his best to save face for Miss Jiang, but he is afraid that Miss Jiang will not understand because of too many detours." The attendant said softly.

Chi Wangchuan knew that Nangong Zhaoyang bullied Jiang Chiyu. He deliberately praised and killed the eldest princess in order to make Nangong Zhaoyang look embarrassed.

He secretly avenged Jiang Chiyu, but it was a pity that Jiang Chiyu would not have thought of this.

"She doesn't need to know." Chi Wangchuan said softly, holding the cup in his hand, "Just say this for her."

It is rare to see one's master be so affectionate.

Not long after.

The piano master walked over and started playing a song. Nangong Zhaoyang also changed his clothes and came in from outside the hall. The music of the piano slowly spread in his ears.

Goodbye Nangong Zhaoyang's dance was okay at first, and it was particularly annoying when looking at it in a serious manner, but for some reason, the speed of the song became faster and faster.

Her water sleeves gradually became tangled together, and Nangong Zhaoyang's expression suddenly changed. In the end, the water sleeves were completely entangled to death.

"puff."

Jiang Chiyu almost choked to death after taking a sip of wine. Is this some kind of one-dance that will captivate the city? This level of dancing is simply eye-catching.

There were many people talking at the table.

Jiang Chiyu rolled his eyes. This dance was not even as good as hers. If you throw a handful of rice in the middle, even the little chicken can dance better than her.

"I won't dance anymore, I won't dance anymore." Nangong Zhaoyang was very angry, taking off his sleeves and throwing them in front of him, "Whoever wants to dance, I won't serve you anymore."

"Ahem, Zhaoyang!" Yu Zhizhi lowered his voice. This was simply too embarrassing, especially on such an occasion, "Don't you really feel embarrassed?"

"Mother." The little emperor wanted to explain something to his eldest sister, but his face was so hot that he couldn't say anything.

This face is completely humiliated!