happy little emperor

Chapter 42
Feng Junqian almost spotted Yan Yu who was among the group of dancers at a glance. Even if she was wearing women's clothing which is rare today, even if she was covered with a veil, he was able to catch her with just those eyes alone. Get it out of the crowd!

Feng Junqian's eyes suddenly changed, and he stared fixedly at the worry-free little thing on the stage!The slightly narrowed eyes exuded a dangerous light.

Sure enough, this little thing can't be peaceful for a while, and I don't know how it slipped out of the palace, and it can be mixed into his birthday banquet. Presumably, the one hundred times the Analects he said yesterday became another one for her. deaf ears!
The music sounded, and a total of ten masked dancers had already begun to dance with their waists like water snakes. Yan Yu stood on the stage with a dazed expression, not knowing how to lift his hands!

In her previous life, she only learned how to hold a gun, so how could she dance!

But at this moment, she was pushed onto the stage by accident. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Yan Yu could only bite the bullet, but even if Dong Shi imitated those The dancers twisted, and their whole bodies were stiff, they couldn't twist at all!
There were more and more discussions in the audience. Although there were ten other dancers, Yan Yu also deliberately stood back, but the so-called rat droppings ruined a pot of soup, of course it would affect the perception, and everyone couldn't bear it. Zhu Zhu muttered a few words: "How could this Loulan dancer get mixed up with such a useless one? How dare such a thing be sent to the regent's eyes to be an eyesore."

"Who knows? This Loulan dancer looks like that."

"Stop talking, didn't you see Ding Xiang's complexion turned bad?"

Suddenly, the drum beat quickened, and the rhythm of the dance, which was soothing from the beginning, also suddenly accelerated. The dancers turned around and twisted their waists and began to move on the stage. Yan Yu hurriedly followed, but he couldn't keep up with that dancer. The drum beat suddenly accelerated, and when it was turning to the center of the stage, I accidentally stepped on the skirt...

"Ah!" With a sound, Yan Yu threw a piece of shit on the stage.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Ding Xiang's face was so dark that it was about to drip ink. This was a group of dancers he had chosen thousands of times to prepare for Feng Junqian. In front of so many officials, he fell in front of Feng Junqian, and his reputation was ruined. !

Not to mention, he still hopes that these dancers will win Feng Junqian's favor, so it's better to stay in his mansion as a concubine!
Now it seems that everything is going to be smashed!

Ding Xiang cursed angrily: "What is this thing! You dare to choose it, and send it to the prince to shame you, why don't you drag it down!"

Of course Ding Xiang had the courage to dispose of the rat shit before Feng Junqian had an attack, otherwise how could he explain to Feng Junqian?

With Feng Junqian's picky and cold-blooded temperament, the servants will suffer if they are careless, let alone those who dare to make such a big mistake in front of him, they will undoubtedly die!
The half-aged mistress in charge of the dancer turned pale with fright, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I, I, I just..."

But who knows, before she finished speaking, Feng Junqian got up from the main seat and walked slowly towards the stage. At this time, a group of dancers had already knelt down on the stage, and only Yan Yu fell in a daze Lying on the ground, watching this man who seemed to be shining all the time wanted her to approach.

The audience watched intently, holding their breath, not daring to speak out, thinking that Feng Junqian might be so angry that he would personally deal with this ignorant dancer.

But who knows, Feng Junqian walked up to Yan Yu slowly, knelt down, raised her chin with one hand, raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile: "You look so pitiful, what's your name?"

(End of this chapter)