After not seeing each other for many days, Stenger couldn't believe his eyes.

The girl in front of her who was moist and smart, exuding a tranquil and pure body, was actually the one who saved herself in the desert that day, under the general's horizontal sword.

"The Great Khan has worked hard all the way!" Mo Huan wanted to kneel down and greet Stengerge, but he could squat halfway up, and his elbows were helped up.

"Miss Mo Huan is my benefactor, so there is no need to be polite." A hint of appreciation flashed in Stengerge's eyes.

Qinglian took half a step, her eyebrows lowered, in just a few days, she was no longer a wild and unrestrained girl on the desert.

"As fate is, the Great Khan doesn't have to worry about it." Mo Huan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and replied to Stenger softly.

Stengerge smiled indifferently, held Mo Huan's jade hand, and sat down beside him.

During the whole process, Si Tengerge didn't glance at the emperor, but just bowed slightly towards the general, feeling like all his attention was on Mo Huan.

Without the emperor's instructions, Mo Huan didn't dare to make a mistake, and secretly probed the emperor's inquiring eyes.

"Sit down." Chen Yi suddenly looked at Mo Huan and spoke suddenly.

"Miss Mo Huan is really lucky!" The beautiful girl in the ancestral house before sneered inexplicably and issued a questioning compliment.

What do you mean?

Is it a sin to be at the same table with the Khan?

"Princess Yushu, if you are interested, you might as well come to the same table with the folk girls and have a drink with the Khan."

The brilliance of silent laughter.

During the few days of confinement in Cining Palace, I already knew something about this Yushu princess.

is just a political victim fostered in Wu by another country, but he relies on the favor of his ancestors and his own princess status all day long, arrogant and domineering, but if he wants to use Mo Huan as an outlet for venting, he is wrong.

The backer is coming, whether it is reliable or not, first slap the face and pull people out.

If you have the ability, pk a few rounds, if you can't stand it, just shut up!

“……。” Yushu obviously didn't expect that Mo Huan and the grass people would fight back against him in front of the emperor, generals, and khans, and his always gentle and virtuous image was inconvenient to get angry here.

"Ben Khan, this time I came to Dawu, firstly, to talk about the truce, and secondly, to visit the life-saving benefactor Miss Mohuan, as for the rest, Ben Khan has no intention of taking care of it."

I've seen a mending knife, but I've never seen such a divine mending knife.

As soon as he heard Si Tengerge's direct refusal, Mo Huan looked at Princess Yushu again, and how beautiful she was in her heart!

On the table, it was already full of delicacies that I had never seen before, and I was drooling fast for a long time, and I was in a beautiful mood, and I ate with relish.

Since entering the palace, be careful everywhere, it's really too aggrieved!

Meet a soulmate across time and space! What a great fate!

The beauty in Mo Huan's heart couldn't help but show on his face, and he didn't notice at all that Chen Yi was on the side, looking at him meaningfully.

"Your Majesty, today is the Double Ninth Festival, please allow Yushu to present a red dust dance to pray for the ancestors, the elders of Dawu and the family of the Khan, how about it?"

"Good! Then there is Princess Lao Yushu, who also contributed to this feast. The emperor spoke leisurely.

Mo Huan has seen dance, whether it is national, classical, or modern, but she has never seen Yu Shu dance so lightly, with tension, and with strong feelings.

Dancing like a frightening flood, curling like a cloud swallow, the beauty of sadness or joy or sadness or sigh on the face that changes with the music has a kind of magic that pulls people's hearts.

I have to admit that the beauty of Yushu carries a sense of forbearance, sacrifice, struggle, and enjoyment.

And from the few glances she occasionally glanced at, she knew with her knees that her happiness was due to the emperor who was high above and in a yellow robe.

It's just that the emperor doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and he seems bored.

Affection always seems to be ruthless and bitter!

The women of the harem, the women who want to enter the harem, are too pitiful!

"Miss Mo Huan, Miss Mo Huan."

Yu Shu pretended to be concerned and called Mo Huan lightly, she didn't like this person from the first time she saw it, because she found that the emperor always stared at her with a playful look.

Whoever stands in her way, die!

"Oh, what a great jump." Mo Huan was woken up by the sudden applause and Yushu's call, pretending to eat a grape without incident, and praised.

"Miss Mo Huan, what kind of musical instrument do you know, or what kind of specialty do you have, you might as well show it and pray for your ancestors."

“……。”

Ya, let's find fault again.

You are beautiful, why do you always take me.

But now, if you say no, it's not to save face for the emperor and the Khan, but what will you do?

It's really stumped.

"Let's dance, a little bit, since Princess Yushu is invited, then I will be ugly."

Mo Huan immediately got up, stood in the middle of the ground, and signaled to everyone slightly, the musician on the side was just ready, but Mo Huan beckoned to him: "Don't bother the musician, I'll sing a few words to accompaniment myself." ”

"Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he is gone. Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge. Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. How much leisure is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains. ”

Mo Huan's singing, tactfully wandering, high and low, full of ears, its dancing posture is wonderful, fresh, a few big jumps and waist movements, but also soft and soft, the pleated skirt at the waist, light clouds like slow movement, whirlwind like a swift turn, dancing out of the poetry in the clutch joys and sorrows.

"Good!" Khan was the first to applaud.

"The singing voice is delicate and the dancing is light, which can be called the best in Wuguo." The emperor smiled happily, and even praised again and again.

"Thank you for the emperor's compliment, thank you Khan for your praise." Mo Huan moved slowly, bent down to thank him, and looked at Chen Yi with expectant eyes, but the other party didn't even seem to watch her performance, he poured a full wine glass and drank it all.

Yushu on the side also praised repeatedly: "No wonder Khan likes Miss Mohuan, she is really versatile, even I am dazzled." ”

But the calculation that flashed in Yushu's eyes still did not escape Mo Huan's eyes.

Sure enough, at the end of the song, everyone dispersed, and Yu Shu took her personal ring to Mo Huan's room uninvited under the pretext of sending Mo Huan back to the room.

Mo Huan knew that he was cheating, but when he turned around again, Yushu's Yahuan Qiushui had already locked the door of the room.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Huan disguised his panic and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing. Hongu is the one who hates people who are in front of me and are in the limelight, especially women. ”

Yu Shu sat down by herself, glaring at Mo Huan fiercely.

"It's your problem that your skills are not as good as others." Mo Huan also sat indifferently opposite Yu Shu, and held a jade pot on the table.

Heavy objects hit the head, this is a self-protection drama staged countless times in film and television dramas.

"Presumptuous! Don't think that if the emperor praises you twice, you will forget who you are. A rotten woman of unknown origin, where did she get the confidence to fight with me. When Yu Shu heard Mo Huan's words, she shook her hand, and a clear slap hit Mo Huan in the face.