The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

The princess' words were so powerful that the Xiao family naturally agreed to them.

In the book, the head of the Xiao family also sent Xiao Cui to invite the original owner to perform a dance, but the original owner caught a cold in the icy lake and was unable to attend.

Fortunately, he escaped the disaster by chance.

The night is dark and the wind is cold.

White snowflakes floated in the air, getting heavier and heavier.

The main hall of the Xiao Mansion was brightly lit and filled with laughter and joy.

There are five exquisitely crafted white jade tables on each side of the hall. The people sitting on both sides are all elite disciples of the younger generation of the Xiao family.

Facing the center of the stage, three jade tables were lined up in a row.

Sitting at the jade table in the middle were the head of the Xiao family, Wu Li, Fang Chong, Luo Bingdie, Dongfang Jian, Xiao Xingchen, Gu Ziqing, Xiao Xingyue, and Xiao Chenyuan.

The other two jade tables were occupied by the disciples from Shengyang College who came with them.

Behind each jade table stood two maids with gorgeous clothes and pretty faces.

The maid held a golden cup and a silver plate in her hands, and moved with graceful steps.

From time to time he would come forward to pour wine and add food to everyone, serving them attentively and attentively.

Luo Bingdie was wearing a goose yellow dress and a white jade hairpin on her head, looking cool and noble.

He glanced at the maids and then looked away indifferently.

"You have all come from afar and have worked hard. I, Xiao, would like to offer a drink to you all." The head of the Xiao family held up the wine glass with both hands and spoke with a smile. After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and drank it all.

Wu Li laughed and said politely, "It's us who are bothering you."

"Thank you, Patriarch Xiao, for your hospitality."

Xiao Rongchen's always cold and dignified face was covered with a smile, and he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

Luo Bingdie picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and put it back without saying a word.

He tapped his fingers on the table and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Xingyue, when will that person go on stage to perform?"

Xiao Xingyue was wondering why the Ye Changsheng he saw today was different from the one he saw in his previous dream.

He didn't hear Luo Bingdie's question.

Seeing this, Gu Ziqing, who was sitting next to Xiao Xingyue, reached out and pulled Xiao Xingyue's robe, and reminded him: "Brother Xingyue, the princess is asking you a question."

Xiao Xingyue came back to his senses after hearing this, and smiled at Luo Bingdie with a familiar and uninhibited smile, "Princess, what can I do for you?"

Luo Bingdie narrowed her eyes and said in an unhappy tone, "Xiao Xingyue, when will that person go on stage to perform?"

Xiao Xingyue grinned when he heard this, and said casually: "Well, I'll send someone to urge them right away."

Half a month ago, Xiao Xingyue set out with the Shengyang Academy team and returned to Mobei City. On the way, he happened to encounter a cultivator's tomb.

In the tomb, a ring with an ancient shape was picked up, on which was inlaid a dream bead the size of a soybean.

An old man who called himself "Ancestor of Heaven's Fate" lived in the ring. He not only accepted Xiao Xingyue as his disciple, but also taught him the method of activating the dream beads to spy on the future.

In the dream shown by Mengzhu, Ye Changsheng did not attend the banquet. Xiao Xingyue just responded to Luo Bingdie casually and did not order anyone to urge him.

Dongfang Jian was dressed in black clothes, with black hair tied up in a crown. He drank from the cup alone, not caring about anything else.

He didn't like socializing. As the eldest son of the Dongfang family, no one in the entire palace was worthy of him to condescend to socialize with.

Similar to Dongfang Jian is Xiao Chenyuan, whose face is mostly covered by hair and beard.

If Xiao Xingchen hadn't invited him personally, he wouldn't have shown up here at all.

Being able to sit here is already a huge honor given to the head of the Xiao family, so naturally he can't expect anything else.

While the head of the Xiao family was toasting with Wu Li, he was also looking at Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingyue and Xiao Chenyuan out of the corner of his eye.

The eldest son Xiao Chenyuan, who had been missing for many years, had already reached the ninth level of martial arts.

He is one level higher than Xiao Xingchen, the eldest son that the family has devoted all their efforts to train.

As for Xiao Xingyue, after being away for five years, his cultivation level still remained at the eighth level of martial arts, far inferior to his two brothers.

Xiao Chenyuan drank his wine by himself, ignoring the inquiring gazes of the Xiao family head and other people in the hall.

It was not until a familiar fragrance wafted into his nose that he raised his head and glanced towards the entrance of the main hall.

At a glance, he recognized the person as the one who threw himself into his arms and seduced him in the evening.

"It turned out to be an actor in the palace."

"No wonder, he rushed to seduce me just after I returned home."

While Xiao Chenyuan was secretly sizing up Ye Changsheng as he walked in, he was guessing in his heart what this man's purpose was in seducing him.

As soon as Ye Changsheng stepped into the hall, he attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

There is no other reason.

Just because he was the only one performing to liven up the party.

When Butler Liao saw Xiao Cui bringing Ye Changsheng into the hall, he glared at Ye Changsheng fiercely and whispered, "Hurry up and go up, everyone is waiting to see your performance."

"Why are you taking so long?"

Ye Changsheng: “…”

"He is really being used as an actor in the mansion." Ye Changsheng thought.

However, considering that the system rewarded him with a dragon blood jade, Ye Changsheng still danced with a folding fan in his hand.

As graceful as a startled swan and as swimming as a dragon, the whole set of movements flowed smoothly without any hesitation.

No one could see that he was being perfunctory.