Under the moonlight, the dance skirt made of cloud water yarn shimmered with silver light, outlining her slender waist. The arm is a hollow design, and you can faintly see the white arm that is as clear as snow. She followed the tune, or gently raised the long shawl, or slowly retracted, and raised the light gauze skirt.

Everyone in the audience looked straight, especially those noble ladies of the family. They only knew that this Ye Minghuan was a well-known "rough man", and he didn't know anything except martial arts. But now, when I saw her beautiful dancing, I couldn't believe my eyes for a moment. In addition, she is wearing a Yunshui gauze skirt, and she likes a skirt that she can't buy for a long time. is even more envious, more envious of her than envy Su Qiumo.

Su Qiumo saw that she was not only not embarrassed, but even more than her own limelight, and her teeth itched with hatred. She stared at Ye Minghuan viciously, hoping that she would be careless and fall off the stage.

But the more Ye Minghuan danced, the more elegant and agile he became, as soft as boneless. Sometimes she chuckles to the tune, sometimes she lowers her brow in mourning.

Ling Xuanlan looked at her figure and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Ah Huan, how many surprises do you still have to tell me?" His face was full of gentleness, and his eyes were full of joy when he looked at Ye Minghuan.

And after Ling Xuanche saw Ye Minghuan, a sense of possessiveness rose in his heart. He swept the group of noble children sitting down, and saw that they were all staring at Ye Minghuan, and a nameless fire was born in his heart. He only hopes that this amazing and beautiful woman belongs to him and cannot be seen by others. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the fist hidden under his sleeve became tighter and tighter.

Ye Minghuan has never felt that his body can be so light as he is today. I never felt that dancing this dance could be so deeply felt. She seemed to be able to feel the deep meaning in the song, the affection in the dance, and an indescribable peace of mind. Maybe my mother was watching me from the sky, and she couldn't help but be a little more involved.

The skirt is flying, the long sleeves are fluttering, a song is blown, and a dance is alluring.

Ye Minghuan followed the fall of the song, and Ye Minghuan slowly turned in a circle while casting a spell to erect the white cloth on the ground. When the last note of the piece was finished, she threw the shawl, knocked it down on the white cloth, and withdrew the cloak for a curtain call. And the shawl was wearing mana, and it instantly stirred on the cloth. It presents a picture of the night banquet of the ministers. The scene is depicted on it.

This painting is even more surprising than the dance just now. This requires the dancers to observe while dancing and painting with drapes. This requires a high level of skill.

Many courtiers of the older generation, including the emperor, were surprised. Her dance today is no better than that woman's dance thousands of years ago.

But what they didn't know was that the reason why the woman lost the message back then was because she was invisible and married to Ye Shaochuan. This matter, except for Ye Shaochuan's henchmen, no one knows.

Ye Minghuan walked off the high platform and returned to his tent in the eyes full of envy or admiration or lust.

Although Yan Haoxue's light was overshadowed by Ye Minghuan, she didn't care at all. She was happy for Ye Ming from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Shaochuan watched his daughter's dance, and knew that she had let go of her thoughts, and he was even more relieved.

The banquet reached a small climax here. After watching the dance, people became interested again and continued to drink and have fun. The emperor and the queen also had a deeper impression of Ye Minghuan. Especially the emperor, she felt more and more that this little girl was very seductive, her son, who was never close to beauty, had straight eyes, and Yan Haoxue was still good, and her atmosphere was dignified. And Concubine Ying likes this little girl from the bottom of her heart, and thinks that she can do anything, and she is just right for her unparalleled son.

In the dragon tent, everyone has his own thoughts. But behind these thoughts, there is a political storm that is brewing, Ye Minghuan and Yan Haoxue are silently involved in it and cannot get out.