Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

"Your Majesty, it's boring to just watch dancers dance. Why don't you let a talented lady show it off?" When Meng Xiaoxiao was away, Liu Rong started acting like a monster.

He secretly looked at Meng Zirou, thinking that no one would notice.

Emperor Yan drank some wine, got a little drunk, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, after seeing the bravery of men, now it's time to see the tenderness of women."

He glanced around the audience and said loudly: "If you want to perform, please recommend yourself."

At first, no one came forward, and there was a brief silence. This kind of thing requires someone to take the lead.

Meng Zirou stood up slowly, walked to the middle, knelt down and saluted, "My dear servant Meng Zirou, I would like to dance to wish the country peace and prosperity."

"Okay, I'm sure."

Meng Zirou went down to change clothes, and the musicians were preparing to play music.

Qingyun sat upright, took a fruit plate, and prepared to watch the show.

After a while, the orchestra sounded, and Meng Zirou was dressed in a scarlet dance costume, with a bird feather on her head, a long veil, and silver bells on her bare feet, and she entered the stage to the beat. Like a nimble butterfly.

Suddenly, the water sleeves were flung open, and the sleeves were dancing, and countless petals were fluttering down in the sky, swaying, holding wisps of agarwood.

Qingyun arched her nose and sniffed, it was a soothing incense. Looking up again, there were secret guards scattering flower petals on the trees.

Qingyun held Qingxiao's fan in one hand to protect her food, while looking intoxicated. The goddess scatters flowers, so beautiful.

Looking at the people dancing on the stage, hundreds of pairs of eyes have lost their souls, all of them have lost their lust and soul, and their minds are fascinated.

The white jade toes seemed to be pointing at the apex of people's hearts, making their hearts tremble with every movement.

At this time, Qing Yun deeply realized that Meng Zirou, the title of the most talented woman in the capital, was not worthy of the title.

Meng Zirou's eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, with a smile on her lips, and her eyes were looking straight at Yan Siyuan, and her eyes were all intoxicating.

The sleeves were flung out and fell onto Yan Siyuan's table, then he gently pulled them back, his movements slow and elegant.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people wish that the sleeves were thrown in front of them.

Only Yan Siyuan remained indifferent. He even leaned back when the sleeves were swung over, as if the sleeves were some kind of scourge.

After dancing, Meng Zi Rouxiang was dripping with sweat, and she was wearing nothing but gauze, something faintly revealed.

She looked at Yan Siyuan, but found that Yan Siyuan was not looking at her. Following his line of sight, he was looking at Qingyun. But Qingyun looked at her with excitement.

Everyone was still immersed in Meng Zirou's dance and were not distracted for a moment. Qingyun stood up and applauded, "Okay, that's great, the dance is so beautiful."

Only then did everyone react and clapped and praised. Emperor Yan also praised: "You dance well, reward me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty", Meng Zirou bowed and left. When passing by Yan Siyuan, he paused and gave him a troubled look before leaving.

Meng Zirou danced the Jing Hong Dance, and she really did it when she danced to Jing Hong.

There were many young men from aristocratic families whose eyes followed Meng Zirou, not wanting to let go of her. When Meng Zirou came back, she was also baptized by everyone's gaze.

Qingyun was the same, her eyes never left Meng Zirou, so she didn't realize that Yan Siyuan's eyes never left her.

Next, different noble ladies came forward to perform, but none of them were as stunning as Meng Zirou's panic dance.

The opening scene is a blast, but the rest is not worth mentioning. There are all kinds of people who play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there are even those who want to be more special about sword dancing, but the effect is very little.

Qingyun has been watching the show, and she watched every performance carefully. He kept eating in his mouth.

Qingyun was stunned for a moment until there were many different ways to make rabbits in front of her. This was different from others.

She looked at Qiuyue, and before Qiuyue could answer her, Pomegranate ran over and said, "Princess, this is the rabbit hunted by my young master. Please try it."

Also, Shen Lingfei also killed so many rabbits. Unlike Yan Siyuan's, his rabbits were all dead and wasted if not eaten.

So he moved to Qingyun. Stir-fried, braised, steamed, fried, all kinds of methods have been tried. Qingyun's stomach was full after eating, and she burped happily.

Until Mo Jingchun called her "cousin, I'm calling you."

Qingyun looked around and found that everyone's eyes were indeed on her. Only then did she realize that Meng Zhiyuan was calling her.

Qingyun tilted her head and asked, "Why did you call me?".

Meng Zhiyuan was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "I want the princess to show off her talent."

"I don't know anything," Qingyun said confidently.

"How could it not be possible? As a princess of Tianyuan Kingdom, you must know something."

"What? Does being a princess still require talent?"

"no".

"If that's the case, then I can perform if I want to. If I don't want to..."

Qingyun looked straight at her, expecting to say something cruel, but instead she said, "What can you do to me?" and twisted her body a few times while speaking.

Meng Zhiyuan was indeed very angry. Surprisingly, she did not get to the bottom of the matter and argue with Qingyun.

He looked at Qingyun with a wait-and-see look, and replied: "Yes, the princess is the princess, so what can I do?" After saying that, he sat down.

Qingyun looked at her expression and knew that she must be holding back her ultimate move somewhere else. That expression is just like writing "I don't care about you now, I'll make it easier for you when I get back."

Qingyun was speechless. This kind of person is really not suitable to be a bad person.

Mo Jingchun pulled Qingyun and said: "Cousin, you have to be careful, I am determined that Meng Zhiyuan will not let you go so easily."

Look, even Mo Jingchun, who is usually the dullest, saw it.

"Don't worry, I know." Qingyun gave Mo Jingchun a confident look.

"The princess has superb medical skills. Even if she doesn't know how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is still respected by others." Yan Muen said and looked at Qingyun, "Do you think what I said is right?"

Yan Siyuan sat next to Yan Muen. When Yan Muen spoke for Qingyun, he looked at Yan Muen with a dangerous look.

With cold eyes, he replied: "Brother Huang is right, but...what does this have to do with Brother Huang?".

"It really doesn't matter, I just can't bear the princess being said to be untalented."

"Except for you, no one here seems to say that the princess has no talent."

"Hahaha, it's my Highness who talks too much. Princess, please don't blame me." Yan Muen bowed to Qingyun and apologized.

Qingyun didn't speak from beginning to end. Even if Yan Muen apologized to her, she just watched.

She didn't understand when Yan Muen set his target on her. Although he was speaking for her, the way Yan Muen looked at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if she was being treated as belongings.

So she didn't want to talk to Yan Muen, but Yan Siyuan answered it just right.

"The princess is kind and generous, so she will not blame the emperor's brother," Yan Siyuan shook his folding fan and said casually.

"It seems that the emperor's brother knows the princess very well."

"At least, I know better than you do."

Emperor Yan didn't want to see the two brothers confront each other, so he bowed his hands and said majestically: "Okay, I'm tired. Let the banquet end here, and everyone can rest early."

Emperor Yan stood up, and Liu Rong stepped forward to help him leave.

Everyone saluted: "Best farewell to Your Majesty."