There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

With her toes touching the drumbeats, Yan Lingji's dance became increasingly dreamlike and ethereal.

But Li Kai couldn't help but look away from the other person, not only because of the scrutinizing gaze that the young lady kept glancing over, but also because he had discovered a more worthy target.

Others may have already been completely captivated by Yan Ling Ji's dance moves.

Although Li Kai, who had extensive experience in battle, was also amazed, he still remained vigilant.

The original Flame Butterfly was indeed formed from the hands of Yan Lingji.

While this method was somewhat extraordinary, it was not inconceivable in the Baiyue region. However, what concerned Li Kai even more was that the butterflies that flew in from all over the sky clearly came from the candlesticks.

It was conceived from the flames of those previously extinguished candles.

This is not Yan Lingji's method. While she is performing an ancient divine ritual dance, she has no time to be distracted by controlling so many targets.

Following the sensation of the energy fluctuations, Li Kai looked up at Jiang Mo, who was hidden behind the scenes.

The young man remained seated, but on the table in front of him, many jade and white jade goblets had appeared. Judging from the state of the tables of the other guests, Jiang Mo must have used some means to secretly take them for his own use.

These wine vessels were laid out in a row in front of Jiang Mo, each containing a different amount of wine.

Holding a chopstick in each hand, he rhythmically tapped the jade-white wine vessel in front of him. The crisp sound of the ivory colliding with the jade was the drumbeat of Yan Lingji's dance.

This young man is quite interesting...

Watching Jiang Mo's clean and efficient movements, Li Kai couldn't help but think to himself. He smiled, raised his cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

To have the privilege of witnessing such a dreamlike dance is a cause for celebration.

For that stunningly beautiful girl.

Also for that boy who remained hidden behind the scenes.

In reality, although Jiang Mo created an unparalleled stage effect, the effort he put in was far less than Li Kai had imagined.

Yan Lingji can condense raging fire into a butterfly, and her form and spirit need to be sketched in her mind first.

But Jiang Mo didn't need to. He only needed to activate the Cocoon-Breaking and Feather-Transforming Gu within his body, quietly forming a cocoon around the candlelight to help it transform, and he could easily obtain the sky full of flame butterflies.

This does not mean that Jiang Mo's ability to control flames surpasses that of Yan Lingji.

In fact, if the shape were different, even the simplest fireball, Jiang Mo would definitely be no match for Yan Lingji, except for the snake and butterfly shapes.

Because snakes and butterflies are precisely the kind of spirit Gu that emerges from its cocoon and absorbs the memories of its offspring.

The former comes from the Blazing Serpent, and the latter comes from the Blood-Transforming Butterfly.

If we compare their actions to painting, Yan Lingji is the most traditional painter, using her brush to gradually sketch the image in her mind, while Jiang Mo is using a model frame to fit it in.

The former may draw more slowly, but they possess boundless creativity.

The latter, no matter how much you try, can't escape the limitations of the model.

All good things must come to an end, and even the most captivating dance must eventually come to a halt. As her dance concluded, Yan Lingji bowed slightly, and the surrounding flames extinguished one by one.

The butterflies that had been surrounding it also flew away.

They reluctantly returned to where they had come from, landing on the candlesticks and transforming back into flames, illuminating the banquet hall.

However, everyone present remained captivated by the stunning dance, unable to extricate themselves.

It wasn't until applause accompanied Yan Lingji's light footsteps that everyone snapped out of their daze and immediately offered their warmest applause without reservation.

For a moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten that this was Huoyu Gong's birthday banquet.

The atmosphere was so enthusiastic, it felt like a concert by a superstar.

As for Liu Yi, who had provoked them, he wasn't even worth mentioning as a speck of dust on the roadside. By now, no one cared what he had said.

"How about it?"

With her hands behind her back, Yan Lingji bent down and leaned closer to Jiang Mo. Her cheeks were flushed from the intense exercise, and she wore a bright smile that she couldn't hide.

"Did I dance well?"

Chapter 51 Come and massage my legs~

"Did I dance well?"

It was probably the umpteenth time, but the girl grinned and approached Jiang Mo, stubbornly asking the same question.

Her breath was fragrant and warm, carrying an alluring aroma.

That's the unique aroma of the waterfall and spring water, a fine wine produced by Huoyu Mountain Villa, which is said to be brewed from the waterfall on the cliff and the clear spring water in the mountains.

Clearly, Yan Lingji had drunk quite a bit.

However, Jiang Mo was the same; otherwise, how could he have immediately detected the source of the fragrance?

Looking at Yan Lingji, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes held a hazy, intoxicated look, Jiang Mo answered once again:

"Beautiful, of course it's beautiful, the most beautiful in Baiyue!"

Hearing the boy's affirmative answer, the girl's face showed a satisfied expression, which made her heart flutter even more than when she heard the long and continuous applause in the banquet hall.

However, even after listening to it again and again, Yan Lingji still seemed unsatisfied.

She grabbed Jiang Mo's shoulders and gently shook him, swaying and falling towards him, continuing to ask in a feignedly coquettish tone:

"Isn't it the most beautiful in the world?"

Reaching out to straighten the clearly drunk Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo this time did not give her the answer she wanted:

"I have not even seen this world, so how dare I speak presumptuously about the dancers of the world?"

That's what he said, but when Jiang Mo heard Yan Lingji's question, a figure subconsciously flashed through his mind.

A figure, also dressed in a blue dress, danced gracefully.

Jade snow flies over the flower platform, swallows dance on the waves.

Even if Jiang Mo was biased towards Yan Lingji, he had to admit one fact: in terms of dancing skills, Yan Lingji was indeed no match for Xue Nu.

After all, Yan Lingji was merely performing a dance for a nihilistic god in the Baiyue region.

There's only one kind of dance I know.

The Snow Maiden, however, is a renowned dancer whose refined movements and footwork could likely allow her to perform any dance from the Seven Kingdoms with ease.

How big is the difference between the two?

So, everyone should remember when Jiang Mo tapped the cup to accompany Yan Lingji, right? To be honest, because of the time constraints, Jiang Mo didn't have time to fine-tune and calibrate, so apart from the rhythm, the pitch was actually a complete mess.

It was simply overshadowed by the stunning stage effects.

If Yan Lingji's divine sacrificial dance was accompanied by Jiang Mo's playing, then Xue Nu's dance must have been accompanied by Hu Yu'er's fingertips playing the zither.

It wasn't Nongyu; it already showed that Jiang Mo was biased towards her.

It's not that Yan Lingji's dance was bad, but the sound of tapping wine cups to make music often feels novel, while playing the strings of a zither showcases pure skill.

Perhaps it will also attract people to stop and appreciate it.

However, the technical level inside is ultimately far too inferior.

Fortunately, Yan Lingji was quite drunk at the moment and did not notice the subtle expression on Jiang Mo's face. She just leaned against Jiang Mo again like a roly-poly toy after he helped her to her upright position.

It was clearly an unintentional mistake.

"I told you not to drink so much, but you still insisted on having a good time. Now you can't even sit up straight. Go lie down on the bed."

Jiang Mo sighed and patted the edge of the bed beside him.

After the Flame Spirit Princess's divine sacrificial dance, the atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak, and no further conflicts occurred.

So after a meal and drinks, Jiang Mo pulled Yan Lingji away early.

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid. Perhaps, in a sober and rational state of mind, even if people coveted Yan Ling Ji, they would not dare to easily lay a finger on her.

But if some guy gets drunk and overestimates his abilities, it could easily cause trouble.

After all, he came to celebrate a birthday, and if a murder were to occur, Jiang Mo would feel that he was letting down Huo Yu Gong, such a benevolent man.

They had just instructed their servants to bring the two of them a special dish.

Using Yan Lingji's fatigue as an excuse, the two left the banquet hall early. Jiang Mo didn't take the opportunity to wander around and directly took Yan Lingji back to her room.

After all, the latter might not be tired, but he was definitely a bit drunk.

For example, right now, when Jiang Mo told her to lie down and rest, Yan Lingji, who was sitting on the edge of the bed swaying back and forth, immediately kicked off her blue halter-neck dance shoes, turned over and got into bed.

But with a slight twist of her waist, her long, fair feet were nestled into Jiang Mo's arms.

Facing Jiang Mo's puzzled gaze as he turned his head, Yan Lingji leaned against the headboard, tilting her body to one side, seemingly trying her best to imitate the mannerisms of noblewomen in the palace, and deliberately dragged out her words in a languid tone:

"I'm tired, Little Mozi, give me a leg massage~"

However, Yan Lingji had never actually seen any of the concubines in the imperial harem. At most, she had only heard about the Drunken Concubine from Jiang Mo. Even though she tried to imitate her while drunk, she could hardly display that graceful and charming demeanor.

Only her own unique beauty and gentle tenderness...

"Very well, this servant obeys. May I ask, Consort Yan, what are your thoughts on what happened at the banquet just now?"

Jiang Mo naturally wouldn't refuse such a cushy job.

Following Yan Lingji's words, they continued the role-playing as if coaxing a child.

Upon first touch, you'll feel the silky smoothness of the Jade Hidden Cicada Socks; with a slight squeeze, the tender, smooth sensation continues to linger on your fingertips.

However, perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, Yan Ling Ji's body temperature was higher than usual.

Even through the layer of jade-silk socks that should have been cool and smooth, the temperature that reached Jiang Mo's palm was still shockingly hot.

"At the banquet... was my dance truly unparalleled?"

After tilting her head and thinking for a moment, Yan Lingji suddenly became silly again.

Seeing that this girl was about to drag him into an endless discussion about dancing again, Jiang Mo couldn't help but increase the pressure on his hand slightly, and amidst her subconscious groan, he got down to business:

"I'm asking what you think about the matter between Tianze and Li Kaijian."

"Tianze and Li Kai..."