Chapter 60 (1/2)

Mu Xiyao a Leng, but also martial arts? Is this for the dancer or ”Chun girl”? For a moment, he was held by Zong Zhenglin and his face turned red. This man is also more and more unscrupulous outside, with the body block others' line of sight, knead up.

”Jiaojiao promised that there would be a dance in this hall.” Zong Zhenglin Feng eyes staring at her lips, slowly bent over.

Mu Xiyao was frightened and exclaimed in a low voice. He was afraid of the sight of the whole hall, so he had to respond quickly. He said that he would appreciate his poor dancing skills when he came back from a lake tour in the suburbs of Beijing.

Zong Zhenglin's face is a pity, the little woman is smart, the abacus is good, did not see her to suffer a loss. Let someone caress her back and continue to enjoy the dance.

Although the eyes of the Royal Highness are on the dancing girl in the palace, they always pay attention to the six princes and the concubine in his arms. The mother of the Mu family was more arrogant because of her expensive son. Now is a long time pepper room alone, but also borrowed his son, often cooking soup to send rice.

Qi's family couldn't sit still at first. The wind was weak and Liu Prajna took the wine cup and went to the head. ”Your Highness, I'd like to propose a toast to you. Congratulations on your eldest son. Congratulations on lin'er.” Finish saying gently soft raise bright wrist, red lip sticks jade white wine cup, drink slowly.

Mu Xiyao thinks that a woman like Qi is a social flower with the gorgeous and gorgeous poppy.

Zong Zhenglin nodded and raised his head to drink up the wine in the cup, which rarely gave Qi a good face.

Qi immediately beamed with joy, and then formally gave Mu Xiyao a salute, then returned to his seat gracefully. At this moment, the rest of the women came forward one by one to toast and vie to please. Mu Xiyao sat at the head of the table, lazily relying on Zong Zhenglin, accompanied by his flowers, surrounded by beautiful women.

Only when it was Kong's turn, she was not as enchanting and eager as she used to be. Instead, she was cautious and timid.

Finally, even the two dancers were pasted up close to each other. Zong Zhenglin enjoyed all the fun and happiness.

Mu Xiyao was surrounded by a group of women for a long time. Her nose was full of carmine pollen. She covered her sleeves and rubbed the tip of her nose secretly. She was not embarrassed in public.

After seeing Mu Xiyao's small movements, Zong Zhenglin smiles in his heart. He waves his hand to let people return to their places. He also helps her change her posture and makes people support half a window. Only then can he get better.

The musicians in the mansion played a light and comfortable tune, and the women chatted with each other. For a while, the birds were singing and the flowers were blooming.

Mu Xiyao occasionally chats with Tang Yiru, while Zhang sits still and gets tribute from Mu Xiyao.

In the middle of the excitement, Tang Huiru's wine cup fell to the ground with a slap. The man also covered his chest and suddenly fell down. He grabbed Wu's clothes. He screamed and jumped out of the room.

Wu's jump immediately startled all the people in the hall. Qi Qi looked at Xiao Tang's place.

This look found that the young Tang's face is full of pain, shortness of breath, cough and asthma, as if at any time can close the breath. For a moment, the main hall was in chaos, and screams came and went.

The servant girl who served Qi's family saw that the two dancers were coming to his highness and helped the master not to leave.

The women in each courtyard had a good example. They took the opportunity to get close to Zong Zhenglin and poured up one after another.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhang was suddenly overturned by the upside down dancer's palm. For a time, she hugged her stomach and cried out. Her skirt quickly saw blood.

Now the hall was more chaotic, and the two women fell to the ground, and they were all at a loss.

The dancer's face was even whiter. She pointed to her back with trembling fingers, and cried out that someone had pushed her hard. But everyone looked, behind her, it was clear that there was only another dancer like her, who was also frightened.

Zong Zhenglin's face was dark and his eyes were swept away. All of them retreated two steps.