Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

Princess Xinyun looked at Shang Ye Yanran's provocative eyes, her eyes bursting with infinite coldness and killing intent.

At this moment, Lu Gongzi sighed: "Good wine and good food, but there is no one to help. I always think what is missing?"

A smile flashed across Ye Feibai's lips, and he turned his head to look at Ye Yanran: "This king's side concubine can play a good zither. I wonder if Yanran is willing to cheer you up?"

When saying this, Ye Feibai approached Ye Yanran slightly. From the perspective of Princess Xinyun, Ye Feibai's whole body was attached to her ear, and it seemed very ambiguous. The smile on her face grew colder, her fingers under her long sleeves clenched into fists.

Ye Yanran only felt warm and warm in her ears, and her whole body was numb. She smiled at Ye Feibai Yingying: "Yanran is naturally more respectful than fate."

Soon someone brought in Ye Yanran's Guzheng, and Ye Yanran stepped forward and slowly sat down in front of the Guzheng. She hung her graceful neck and her face was confident. She put her hands on the guzheng, tried a little bit, and the bright and crisp sound flowed out.

Ye Yanran's slender fingers flicked on the strings quickly, the sound of the piano was beautiful, and the mellow rhythm spread out in the hall. Ye Yanran studied piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy since she was a child. She played the guzheng very well. The sound of the piano was like high mountains and running water and yellow oriole. Everyone was overwhelmed by her skills, and she was intoxicated.

After the song, Ye Yanran stood up, glanced at Ye Feibai affectionately, and then returned to his side. Ye Feibai gave her a comment: "You play very well."

"Brother Xie Feibai." Ye Yanran said softly.

All this fell in the eyes of Princess Xinyun, and there were two clusters of flames beating in her eyes, which was a very strong jealousy. Her delicate face faintly exudes an extreme weirdness.

She is not willing to be compared, no one can steal her limelight!

Princess Xinyun raised her head and glanced at Ye Feibai, her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Feibai affectionately: "Everyone is so happy today, why not let Xinyun do a dance for you."

Ye Feibai lifted her lips slightly, and took a deep look at her, as if she was in her heart: "That would be better."

She got up and changed her clothes, and after a while everyone suddenly heard a faint piano sound.

Then I saw a woman wearing white gauze spinning in from outside, her skirt flying.

Princess Xinyun grew up in the north since she was a child. Princess Xinyun's dance is bright and charming, with the boldness of the north.

Her body is soft, and her waist is dancing quickly with the turning of the rhythm.

She lifted her toes lightly and kept spinning.

Her eyes flowed, with a kind of charming and girlish innocence, she danced with long sleeves, raised her noble neck slightly, and she was dazzled.

Her movements are prosperous and graceful, and her body makes a small jump, like a fairy who wants to fly into the sky.

Everyone underneath sighed lightly: "This Princess Xinyun is not only beautiful, but also more beautiful in dance, like a fairy posture, exquisite!"

The attendant caressed his palm and smiled: "Today is a real feast for the eyes, I actually wanted to see the dance of Princess Xinyun."

The praise sounds one after another, after all, the sound of the piano needs to be listened quietly, and the dance is more direct and eye-catching.

Ye Yanran admitted that Princess Xinyun danced extremely beautifully, her heart was not convinced, and her eyes were full of discomfort.

Princess Xinyun finished the dance, took a few breaths, and walked towards Ye Feibai, with a smile on her face, eager to get his compliment.

But seeing that he was not looking at her, Ye Yanran seemed to be teasing her unhappy face: "Although the heart cloud dances well, it is not as good as your Zheng."

Although Ye Feibai's words were light, they just fell into Princess Xinyun's ears, neither light nor heavy.

After her footsteps, she saw Ye Yanran beaming with joy, and toasting Ye Feibai coquettishly.

Princess Xinyun's delicate and beautiful face showed a strong hostility, and her eyes seemed to be hardened with a poisonous sharp knife, and she severely scratched Ye Yanran's face.

This woman's Zheng playing is dull, how can it compare with her dance?

She just knows to pretend to be wronged! Princess Xinyun sneered, and the look in Ye Yanran's eyes became more fierce and evil.

An anger wandered in Princess Xinyun's heart, making her face almost flushed. She saw Ye Yanran's proud look, her face showed a hideous look.

She is a thousand times better than her. Why should she fight with herself? Why should she fight with herself for the favor of her non-white brother.

Finally when the banquet was over, Ye Yanran walked towards Princess Xinyun: "In front of outsiders, Brother Feibai is always facing me. He praised my Zheng in front of everyone just now. Did he praise you?"

An icy light flashed through Princess Xinyun's eyes. She looked at Ye Yanran and said every word: "This praise is made by you pretending to be wronged. What's worth showing off?"

Ye Yanran chuckled, "In the eyes of Brother Feibai, you are just a guest. Do you really think you are the hostess here?"

Princess Xinyun narrowed her eyes slightly, and the heartbeat in her chest was beating quickly because of anger.

Ye Yanran recalled the banquet just now, Ye Feibai was clearly more towards her. She frowned and said, "Brother Feibai is only kind, afraid that you will be on the street, so he took you in. Don't think that he looks better at you, and you are misunderstood."

Princess Xinyun raised her face slightly, looked at her coldly, and didn’t care at all: “It’s just a matter of time before he marries me. What are you so proud of? What can a woman like you do to help Brother Feibai? The entire Beimu tribe, do you have it?"

"What about the northern herders? But a little nomadic people often harass the northern border. Do you think the prince will put you in his eyes?" Ye Yanran sneered, but she didn't respond, and Princess Xinyun raised her hand. Slapped on Ye Yanran's face severely.

The slap was so heavy that there was redness and swelling on her face. Ye Yanran fell on the ground and pointed her finger at her: "Why are you hitting me? What do you think you are?"

"What reason does this princess need to teach you?" Princess Xinyun suddenly smiled innocently. "This princess can't understand you, so she beats you. This princess wants to see today. If I beat you to death, brother Bai will Don’t blame me."

"You..." Ye Yanran wanted to fight back. When she thought of Xinyun's cruel temperament, a trace of fear flashed in her heart. Before, she came to yell at her and beat herself, but later even the pregnant Princess Huai dared to beat the pregnant Princess Huai with a whip, and there was nothing she could do.

She was sad and wronged and didn't dare to face her head-on.

The hero didn't suffer from the immediate loss, she turned around and ran away, she wanted to sue Ye Feibai! <!--