Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 182 Dance
Yilanti poetry, a country full of artistic flavor.

Rumor has it that the area was once ruled by moon elves. After a long dark age, the moon elves withdrew, leaving behind many cultural heritage and technologies.

Yilanti's poetry was deeply influenced by elven culture, and she never looked back on the road of art.

Many well-known musicians, artists, dancers, novelists, architects, etc. have been born one after another...

Not only in the Eastern Continent, but also in other continents, it has a certain cultural influence.

The standard of living of people in Yilan Tishi is generally higher than that of other countries in the Eastern Continent. What makes them even more proud is the image advantage. People with outstanding looks can be found almost everywhere.

People with good looks will be strongly sought after in Yilan Tishi and get more opportunities, including preferential treatment in naturalization, and special affairs will be handled unimpeded along the way.

On the contrary, those who are too ugly will be shut out of the country and suffer all kinds of difficulties and even hostility.

It is undeniable that there will be many people who hate this country. It's like being jealous of the elf's beauty and longevity.

However, it is precisely because of the long-term national customs and national policies that the unique and exquisite style of Yilanti poetry has been formed.

Generation after generation, we select the best and reproduce, creating the brilliance of appearance.

The vast majority of citizens have superficial facial control. Not only did Isadore not escape the law, but her condition was more serious than ordinary people. She looked at Mi Jia'an obsessively, with the word "interest" written on her face.

I have always heard about the reputation of the most beautiful woman in the royal capital. I thought it was just an exaggerated rumor, but now it seems that it is not unfounded.

With Glenweir's help in arranging and dressing up, Mijia'an's appearance was fully displayed. The loose robe was replaced with a suitable dress, which perfectly reflected the figure and temperament, and explained the necessity of clothing.

Isadel's eyes were shining, and she greeted her enthusiastically. She put her hand on her collarbone and introduced herself familiarly: "Hello, Master Mijia'an, this is the first time we meet. I am from the Kingdom of Elantishi. The messenger Isadel.”

"Hello!" Mi Jia'an responded calmly, nodded slightly and leaned forward, keeping a suitable distance, and subconsciously looked at the woman in front of him.

The white dress has complicated and exquisite patterns on the hem, and the waist-length silver hair is exactly the same color as Yin Fei. The earlobes are relatively rounded and no longer have the characteristics of a half-elf. It is unknown how many generations of blood has been passed down.

Exquisite appearance, perfect proportions of facial features. Slightly skinny figure and slender waist bear abundant fruits. Heavy, trembling...

"I am a photography enthusiast, so it is inconvenient for me to leave you a few photos." Isadel acted like a star-chasing little girl, tightly holding her hands wearing white gloves, and expressed her sincere appreciation from the bottom of her heart: " The beautiful appearance that can only appear in the prosperous age must be left for future generations to observe, otherwise it will be a huge loss. "

"Please bring my fiancée with you."

Just taking a few photos, Mi Jiaan didn't want to give people the impression of being stingy, and socializing was unavoidable on such occasions.

"Of course it's no problem. Miss Grenville is also a very good beauty..."

Isadel found a corner in the hall that was not in the way. The ring inscription on her hand lit up slightly, and a set of small silver card-style inscription cameras appeared in her hand. She posed for photography skillfully, and suddenly put it down hesitantly. , murmured to himself: "It's not very good, I'd better use a bigger one..."

The inscription on the space ring flashes frequently. Isadel took out more professional equipment, a thick black tripod, and an exaggerated viewing lens.

The latest large-scale inscription photo machine, which costs over three hundred gold, is generally only used by professional photo studios.

Grenville stepped forward naturally, took Mijiaan's arm, held her head high with sharp eyes, showing the heroic posture of a strong woman, rather than the dependent posture of a little woman.

Isadel's overly enthusiastic performance made Grenville instinctively feel a little uneasy. Fortunately, Mi Jiaan took care of his emotions. The flash came on a few times, and Isadel changed her angle again.

"I want to take some pictures too." Dai Qi came over with an inexplicable smile and took Mi Jia'an's other arm affectionately.

Grenville's breath sank slightly, and she deeply realized Mi Jia'an's attraction to the opposite sex. Although he has promised not to interfere with the other person's youth and private life, it is inevitable that there will be some emotions in his heart.

Who can be completely indifferent unless he has no feelings at all?
Dai Qi got too close and hugged Mi Jia'an's arm tightly, fearing that he would run away, so she didn't hesitate to get in the middle.

There have been many scandals circulating between the two of them. Compared to Grenville, the fiancée on the surface, their relationship seems to be closer, and they have received many strange looks from around them.

It is not unusual for nobles to marry multiple wives, but as the eldest daughter of the Thorn Flower family, becoming the second wife is undoubtedly beneath her status.

Mi Jia'an struggled slightly unconsciously, trying to remind Dai Qi to pay attention to his propriety.

Not only did she not do it, but she intensified her efforts, as if she wanted to integrate him into her body.

Mi Jia'an knew that she couldn't get rid of the clingy dog-skin plaster around her, so she had no choice but to give up her struggle.

The flash came on again, recording the image in front of me.

The photos were developed on the spot. Isadel handed one to each of the three.

"Master Mi Jia'an, when I return to China, I must publicize your beauty..."

"Don't do unnecessary things." Mi Jiaan was speechless.

"It's not superfluous. You are so cute, so you have to be brave enough to share it with others..." Isadel said in a serious tone.

Mi Jiaan couldn't stop black lines from appearing in the corners of his eyes: "Cuteness is not a compliment to a normal man."

"Sorry!" Isadel smiled narrowly and put her hands together on her cheeks: "I also want to take a photo with you. Can Miss Dai Qi give up a seat?"

"I'll give it to you!" Grenweier let go of Mi Jia'an's arm, knowing that she had to show her magnanimity in front of others.

"Ah, thank you!" Isadel set the timer, hurried to Grenville's position, and took Mikaan's arm. It just sticks to the skin, not sandwiched in between. Mainly because I'm not familiar with it.

After a short interlude, everyone walked into the hall together. The style is in deep red tones, and the ambient lights of various colors are staggered. The melodious music is the most popular tune nowadays.

Men and women in costumes hugged each other and danced in the center of the hall. Their graceful and intertwined postures were filled with hormonal atmosphere.

Usually, you will come with your dance partner, or you may have made an appointment with the person you want to invite in advance.

It is normal for temporary invitations to fail.

Dai Qi rejected all the young men and looked directly at Mi Jia'an.

He seemed more interested in the dessert ice cream on the table.

(End of this chapter)