Chapter Seventy-Three: The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me

How can such a small person have such a big temperament?

But he had a stomachache and had to walk on his own, and he was too wronged by his third princess.

What's wrong with hugging your own concubine? It would be good if the court took her with you! His princess and concubine were not greedy for money and not lustful (mistakenly). What's wrong with just a hug?

Long Aotian grabbed her, "Come up." I'll carry you. ”

Solve it perfectly, neither let her be pampered and proud by hugging her, but also don't let her walk by herself.

"I'm fine, no. Qing Yue said casually, and then strode forward.

It's very independent, and it's not squeamish at all.

Long Aotian began to lose again, and Qing Yue sat on the seat. He hadn't recovered yet.

Everyone talked about it, and there was a woman who came to judge the audience. Now that the world is really declining, women have begun to prostitute.

The audience selected by the participating beauties can have a Spring Festival with him by default.

Qingyue watched with relish, and the preliminary round was the appearance of hundreds of beauties one by one. Introduce yourself and show off your talents. The audience votes, and those who get the most votes can choose the audience first.

The audience does not have the right to choose the beauty, and this is what makes Butterfly Valley so special.

The beauty in the novel really lives up to its name, and Qingyue drools while reading it.

The appearance is beautiful and moving, seductive, and the one that is a little worse is not much worse, and the figure is also big and thin. The hook can't help but look. All the housekeeping skills were taken out, including those who played the flute, those who played the harp, and those who recited poetry and painted. It's quite miscellaneous, quite a lot.

Qingyue swallowed his saliva.

"O king's pleasure!"

Long Aotian: ......

"This face, this body, tsk. Absolutely. ”

In her world, she is definitely at the level of a god-faced star, and the money is really worth it.

No wonder those rich people spend a lot of money just to see beauties.

Of course, there are not enough daughters now.

As we get closer to the end, we see more and more clearly. Small eyes shine. Wow.

The last beauty was late, and she was dressed in red. Half veiled on the face. Dressed differently from others.

Very open. But it's not erotic.

It is a modified Daqin dress, which is very beautiful. It's beautiful just by looking at the clothes.

Qing Yue chuckled, and instantly knew who this was! This cliff is Liu Yiyi!

This appearance, this way of pulling the wind. Who else is she?

Sure enough, everyone's appetite was whetted by her, and they went to see it.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......"

Liu Yiyi danced and sang at the same time.

Cheers from the crowd!

"That's the flowery girl!"

"Yes, this is the lyrics and music made by Miss Yiyi herself! I am ashamed, I have studied poetry for forty years, and I have not been able to write such good poems!"

"yes, amazingly talented. But it will last forever!"

There was a burst of admiration, and Liu Yiyi's purpose was also achieved.

Sing to the last line, "Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world." "The veil falls and the fit is excellent.

Ying Ying smiled, Luoluo is so special.

His eyes looked directly in the direction of Qingyue provocatively, and looked at Long Aotian obsessively. She's going to get him.

Qingyue: ......

There is one thing to say, the heroine sings the truth. It's far from Faye Wong's singing, but it's better than this word. It's good. There is no original author in this world.

As soon as this song came out, it will definitely shock the audience.

High, really high.

Turning his head to look at Long Aotian, he saw that he had a calm face.

Qingyue raised his eyebrows and asked him, "How is this word?"

"Good words, good works. The singing is terrible. ”

Qingyue was surprised, she never expected the male protagonist to be the same as what she thought.