Rebirth: Ruyi goes crazy in the harem

After three rounds of drinking, everyone present was somewhat tipsy, and the emperor's face was flushed.

Ruyi asked Rong Pei to pass on a message, advising the emperor to go back and rest early.

Unexpectedly, after Jingse heard this, she did the opposite and toasted the emperor again.

"I haven't seen the Emperor for a long time. I miss him every day and worry about his health. Today I saw that the Emperor's drinking capacity is the same as before, which shows that he is still as skilled as ever."

There was melodious music at the banquet, and the emperor had a great time talking with the princes and ministers, with laughter all around.

The emperor felt that he was drinking to his heart's content and did not want to rest, so he waved his hand and sent Rong Pei away.

Seeing Ruyi's face stiffen for a moment in the reflection of the blazing bonfire, Jingse felt that he had won the battle with Ruyi and was overjoyed.

She toasted the emperor several more times until the dancers slowly came on stage and the music gradually faded.

The night is falling and the stars are shining brightly.

In sharp contrast to the dim scene around is the group of graceful dancers dressed in exquisite Mongolian costumes surrounding the campfire.

They all wore gorgeous and distinctive Mongolian traditional costumes with colorful ribbons tied around their waists.

The most eye-catching person is the woman with the most gorgeous clothes among all the dancers.

The woman wore a veil on her head, and her face was cleverly concealed, not a single detail showing.

Only a pair of big watery eyes were outlined with thick and bright lines by the black ink brush, making them look even more charming and affectionate.

A wild melody sounded.

The cheerful and free rhythm seems to carry a mysterious call, as if it can make people travel to the boundless green sea of ​​grassland in an instant without realizing it.

The dancers moved lightly on the ground, slowly stepped into the center of the venue, and began to step lightly to the rhythm of the drums.

The dancers moved gracefully and lightly, spinning rapidly around the masked woman in the center.

The masked woman's skirt fluttered like a blooming flower. As she spun, she raised her hands above her head and kept turning her wrists deftly, looking soft and playful.

After spinning a few times, the music suddenly changed.

The masked woman's shoulders trembled slightly, making the unique "shoulder shaking" movement of Mongolian dance.

The dancers around suddenly stopped dancing, half-knelt on the ground, as if imitating the flock of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and all looked up at the masked woman in the middle.

The masked woman stretched out her arms and waved them repeatedly, imitating the posture of a flying phoenix. The colorful ribbons on her body fluttered, expressing her strength and beauty.

This star-studded lineup successfully focused the emperor's attention on the masked woman.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly moved forward, as if he wanted to see the man's face clearly.

Gao Xiyue watched with great interest, "This Mongolian dance is indeed different from the dance in the palace. It is very interesting."

Hai Lan lowered her eyes and took a sip of the milk tea in her cup, "How you dance is secondary.

I just don't know who sent this masked woman. She is so bold to openly seduce the emperor in such an occasion."

Concubine Ying snorted, "It's actually nothing to seduce the emperor. As long as you get his favor, a crow can turn into a phoenix.

It’s just that the way she hides herself is really annoying. I don’t know if her appearance is so ugly that she cannot be seen in public, or if her beauty is so beautiful that it is hated by both humans and gods.”

Jingse looked at the concubines whispering to each other below the stage. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, she could guess that the focus of the discussion must be this masked dancer.

Her fingers gently brushed across the ruby ​​earrings on her ears, and she pretended to speak to herself in a voice that the emperor could hear.

"This dancer dances really well. I can't find many dancers in the Khorchin tribe who dance better than her. Let me know who she is and I will definitely reward her."

The emperor took Jingse's words to heart.

Although his face remained calm, his eyes moved slightly, his hands rubbed his beard back and forth, and waves of emotion began to rise in his heart.

Every movement of the masked woman was full of the freedom and unrestrainedness of the Mongolian grassland. Everyone present was attracted by her dancing. They stopped talking and focused their eyes on this mysterious dancer.

The music was rapid and soon reached its climax.

The masked woman suddenly changed her movements. She stepped out with her left foot, followed by her right foot, and pretended to hold the reins with both hands. Her whole body leaned forward, imitating the movements of riding a horse.

Accompanied by dense drum beats, the woman's movements became faster, as if she was galloping on a horse, chasing some prey.

The masked woman clenched her right fist, pinched her thumb and index finger together, imitating the gesture of holding a horsewhip, and then quickly swung it upwards. The movement froze and the music stopped abruptly.

There was silence all around at first, and then the emperor stood up first, clapping and cheering.

"Not bad, reward!"

The masked woman stopped her movements and knelt down to pay respect to the emperor, "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty."

The woman's voice sounded familiar. The emperor frowned slightly, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

The dancers tactfully withdrew, leaving only the masked woman standing in the center of the venue, her back straight, looking lonely and proud.

"Why don't you take off your veil quickly and let us all see your real face." Jingse said curiously.

Although her rash words seemed a bit abrupt, everyone's eyes were focused on the masked woman at this time, and no one noticed Jingse's rudeness.

In the light of the bonfire, the masked woman slowly took off her veil, revealing a face that was still graceful despite the baptism of time.

It turned out to be the E-yin Pearl.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still and all sounds disappeared.

Ruyi looked on coldly, and the expression on the emperor's face was particularly interesting.

There seemed to be surprise, but more of it was shock and a slight disgust.

Just when everyone was getting anxious, Zhai Sanggendun suddenly stood up and said, "Eyinzhu, why are you dressed like this?

You are now the emperor's concubine, how can you still act as recklessly as you do at home?"

Although Zhai Sanggendun openly reprimanded the emperor, he was actually secretly forcing the emperor to express his position.

In front of many Mongolian nobles, princes and ministers, the emperor finally chose to preserve Eyinzhu's dignity.

He laughed out loud, hiding the disgust in his eyes, "Zhaisang is wrong. I think that Concubine Yu's dress is quite Mongolian.

I never knew that Concubine Yu's dancing was so playful and agile, it really surprised me."

E Yinzhu blushed slightly, and quickly bowed again, "My dance inspiration all comes from the emperor's heroic appearance during the autumn hunt.

I have practiced hard day and night, but I still cannot restore half of the majesty of the emperor. I am really ashamed. "

The emperor stood up, walked to E Yinzhu, and reached out to help her up. "You are too modest, Concubine Yu. It must be very difficult to practice these dance moves. Thank you for your hard work, Concubine Yu."

E Yinzhu climbed up the emperor's arm, stared at him with admiration, and said in a tender voice, "I am satisfied if my humble efforts can make your majesty smile. It's not hard for me."