The dance music is graceful, and the Turkic dance music that jumps fiercely before is naturally the leading one.

Wei was also a dignified power in the Central Plains, and its relationship with Qin was very delicate.

One is the old lord of Guanzhong, and the other is Qinchuan Xinxiong, although the state banquet does not judge the length of military combat readiness, but obviously this Wei State is also to show its own elegance, and the great power is prepared.

This music attracted the attention of everyone.

Qiang flute, pipa, five-stringed piano. All of them are musical instruments with Wei characteristics and unique Wei style, and the pianist slowly plucks the strings, which is to bring people into this vast territory, spanning the north and south of the Wei State.

At a glance, it is very vast.

Wei? When Xia Moyang mentioned Wei Guo, he couldn't help but think of the ghostly Ling'er again.

looked at Ah Heng, he was silent at the moment, so Xiao Xia didn't say any more, but couldn't help but look at the banquet behind him.

The people of Wei should be sitting in 。。。。。。

At this moment, the warm light in the national pavilion is swaying, as if it is really under the spring sun in May.

But Shuge only glanced at it, and she was lying on the desk with a cheek raiser, and it was the man who smiled slyly like a fox to look at it!

The gaze is like a torch, with a sharpness that pierces everything. And very greedy and offensive!

As soon as the sight was connected, Xiao Xia's hair suddenly rose!

She'd never seen this person before! But this man was staring at her!

Suddenly turned around and didn't dare to look at it again, there was really no Ling'er at the banquet of Wei State. However, there is an inexplicable man who makes people frightened!

"Ah Heng, Ah Heng, who is this person?"

Xiao Xia couldn't help but lean against Ah Heng's side, which made her feel more secure.

"Huh?" Yu Wenheng cleaned up his mood, came back to his senses and looked in the direction that Shuge was pointing.

At the second table, there sat a man with a proud face, looking intently at the center of the stage.

And this person is not Ji Lingzhi, the third prince who came to negotiate peace on behalf of the Wei State? How could Shuge ask about him?

"Huh? What do you think he does? I also inquired and said, do you think he looks good, a little girl? ”

Of course, Yu Wenheng was joking, and his arm was around this Shuge's waist, and the two couldn't help but fight.

Yu Wenheng was afraid that his words just now would make Shuge angry. So at this moment, he took the opportunity to make it bad, and his hand scratched Xiao Xia's squeaky socket and the itchy flesh around his waist.

This really made Xiao Xia tortured, and she couldn't cry or laugh. I suppressed my voice and begged for mercy, but I laughed so much that tears came out.

Ah Heng is so bad! She obviously wanted to tell him the right thing, but she just didn't have a proper shape!

This pair of lovers is like glue, and they are so noisy. There was no one around.

Secretly poked and poked the ground, in the colorful flowers on this stage, quietly flirting with me like this.

The emperor on the upper seat glanced sideways, as if he didn't see it, and continued to concentrate on painting, it seems, quite in a hurry.

The five-stringed piano was plucked, and the sound of the piano lingered around the beam, and the princess of Wei was called out for a long time. But he still hugged the pipa and half covered his face.

Han Yue's neon clothes and feather coat naturally don't need to be repeated. This gorgeous feather coat half covered her delicate face. Hazy and graceful, like a dream. It seems that the flying sky in the Dunhuang grottoes has awakened, this raise of hands, a throw. Sketching the graceful figure of the princess, her eyes are beautiful. It's like he can talk.

The intricate and wide tulle sleeves hang down and drag on the ground. was gently lifted by Hanyue again, and couldn't help dancing and swaying, bringing out the ripples and streamers.

The strings are sonorous, and when they are plucked, they are heavy trills.

Han Yue bent her waist and showed her watery eyes full of expectation from behind the sleeves of her clothes. Her gaze was no longer empty, but full of affection.

She was looking at her lover, the emperor Yu Wengong in the high position. However...... The Emperor of Qin was still concentrating on painting, and there was no slight eye contact between them.

What's the matter, today's third update~

(End of chapter)