"Your Majesty Nanjiang, this dancer has good skills, and I like her very much." Xiao Junze frowned and spoke directly.
He is the emperor of Fengtian, and the visitor is a guest. The emperor of Southern Xinjiang can clearly distinguish who is more important.
The King of Southern Xinjiang was stunned for a moment, and looked at the dancer on the stage meaningfully. Is a dancer worthy of His Majesty Fengtian being so moved and asking for someone in person?
"Your Majesty..." Ning He began to act coquettishly.
"As the eldest sister, I still have to be accommodating to guests." His Majesty Nanjiang said calmly. Naturally, he would not offend Xiao Junze for Ning He.
"Father, the maids on this stage are all the servants' servants. Does the servant have the final say on who to give away and how to send them away?" Fuyao spoke thoughtfully, raising the corner of his mouth slightly.
The old emperor sat up straight, and even Fuyao came to fight for her. The identity of this dancer was not simple.
On stage.
Chaoyang is still dancing, absentmindedly.
She could hear what they were talking about...
In this way, her identity will definitely be exposed.
Being fought over by several of them, even a fool could guess her identity.
As expected, Ning He raised his lips, it seemed...she was right.
"I haven't danced for a long time. On such a grand day today, how about letting Ning He dance a song for His Majesty with this dancer?" Ning He took off his palace clothes, held up his skirt, and ran onto the stage lightly with bare feet.
Without the regular palace clothes, Ning He's graceful figure can be seen at a glance.
Xu Shi has inherent charm in his heart, and every move and every smile of Ning He is charming.
The other dancers retreated, Chaoyang's eyes darkened, and he didn't know what Ning He wanted to do.
…
In the audience, Xiao Junze gave Fuyao a warning look.
Fuyao deliberately participated in the fight just to make others doubt Chaoyang's identity...
Slowly clenching his fingers, Xiao Junze watched Ning He dancing on the stage warily, fearing that she might do something dirty to Chaoyang.
On the stage, Chaoyang dodged lightly, his forehead slightly sweating.
Ning He used the excuse of dancing to attack her everywhere.
Chaoyang glanced at Xiao Junze while dodging, his eyes becoming darker and darker.
Looking from Chaoyang's sight, Xiao Junze's eyes were always on Ning He.
The ambiguity in the Nuan Pavilion last night, and the unblinking stares in the audience today...
Chaoyang had to doubt whether the Ning He in front of her was the real Princess Ning He.
If it is really Princess Ning He, then the relationship between Xiao Junze and Ning He... is really beyond human relations.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing a mask?" Ning He smiled and turned around Chaoyang to take a closer look. No matter how good Chaoyang's disguise technique was, she could still see the flaws.
Chaoyang's body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly stood up straight and bowed respectfully to the King of Southern Xinjiang. "My queen dances so gracefully that I am ashamed of you."
The disguise technique in the Western Regions is second only to the three special skills. Her mother Bai Li's disguise technique is extremely good and has no flaws.
Even Xiao Junze may not be sure that she is Chaoyang, but Ning He... can see the shame on her face at a glance?
"Your Majesty, Ning He really likes this dancer, please give it to me as a concubine." Ning He ran to the old emperor's side with bare feet and hugged the old emperor's arm coquettishly. "Your Majesty..."
The old emperor had no choice but to be lustful.
After taking a look at Fuyao, he still wanted his son to make the decision.
Fuyao glanced at Chaoyang thoughtfully and looked sideways with a smile. "Your Majesty Fengtian, you are the Lord of Fengtian Kingdom and the younger brother of Princess Ninghe. Since the eldest sister likes this dancer so much, you shouldn't..."
Xiao Junze's fingers clicked, Fuyao pushed Chaoyang to Ning He on purpose.
Sure enough, this man was not only deep-minded and difficult to deal with, but his eyes were full of purpose.
To give the morning sun to Ning He is to send her to hell.
Xiao Junze didn't believe that Fuyao didn't know the stakes...
"Eldest sister has always given way to me, a dancer... Eldest sister, you won't compete with me, right?" Xiao Junze lowered his voice, but his words were half threatening.
Ning He is obviously not afraid of Xiao Junze's threat. This is southern Xinjiang, and even Xiao Junze may not be able to escape unscathed, let alone a dancing girl...
Ning He stood up, walked to Chaoyang, pinched Chaoyang's chin from behind with cold fingers, and looked at Xiao Junze with a deep smile in his eyes. "Aze, sister, I'm afraid I won't be able to do what you want."
Xiao Junze gritted his teeth and said nothing. If he insisted on taking Chaoyang away at this moment, he might attract the attention of the King of Southern Xinjiang. "Since sister likes her so much, she must cherish her."
Chaoyang's palms were slightly sweaty. When he left with Ning He, he looked back at Fuyao.
Fuyao smiled calmly and raised his glass to drink with Xiao Junze. One of them was a fox and the other was a wolf. Neither of them were good people.
Chaoyang knew from the beginning that Fuyao was not simple, his appearance was too deliberate, and his purpose of keeping her in southern Xinjiang was too naive.
Using her hands to get rid of Ning He is the best way to check and balance, but if Fuyao, the prince who owns half of the country in southern Xinjiang, is so wasteful, it means that Ning He is difficult to deal with.
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Harem, Nuan Pavilion.
"All of you, please step aside." He withdrew the palace maid beside him, and Ning He sat on the beauty's couch with a smile.
Chaoyang always lowered his head, as if he dared not raise his head to look into Ning He's eyes.
"Since there is no one left, take off your face and let me see how stunningly beautiful the daughter of the most beautiful woman in the Western Regions must be." Ning He's slender fingernails coated with dandelion lightly tapped the table.
There was a meaningful smile in his eyes and corners of his mouth.
Chaoyang's breathing froze for a moment, but he still didn't raise his head to look at Ning He. "I don't know what the empress is talking about..."
"Your name is Chaoyang?" Ning He didn't seem to care whether Chaoyang was quibbling at all, and decided that she was Chaoyang. "This name is interesting..."
With Bai Li's temperament, he would definitely not let his daughter be called Chaoyang.
Kong has a free heart that yearns for the rising sun, but he has been living in darkness since birth, killing each other and killing each other.
Chaoyang clenched his fingers and did not continue to quibble.
Obviously, Ning He has discovered her identity.
"Are you thinking about how to kill me?" Ning He smiled, stood up and approached Chaoyang. "Fuyao asked you to come, right..."
Chaoyang then raised his head and glanced at Ning He, but still said nothing.
"You were deceived..." Ning He smiled more and more meaningfully. "Fuyao asked you to come here to borrow a knife to kill someone, but do you think he borrowed that knife and who did he kill?"
Whether she dies or Chaoyang dies, Fuyao wins.
Chaoyang's palms were already soaked, but he didn't understand what Ning He meant. "You are not Princess Ning He..."
Chaoyang was not sure at first, but Ning He's dance on the stage just now revealed a Western style that could not be ignored...
And Ning He can see through her disguise at a glance, and Chaoyang is more certain that Ning He's true identity is related to the Western Region.
"Princess Ning He? Hahahahahaha..." Ning He didn't pretend, he raised his hand and took off the mask from his face.
Chaoyang's heartbeat stopped instantly, and his whole body slowly changed from numbness to trembling.
That face...
She is exactly the same as her mother Baili...
Apart from the hideous scars on his face, there is almost no difference.
"You...who are you..." Chaoyang backed away in horror, feeling intense fear for the first time.