But now, after seeing Feng Cang, Long Ze Jingtian was nothing in Mingyue Xin's heart.
Mingyue Xin could clearly feel her little heart pounding. The blood on her body rushed to her face, burning as if it was on fire. She had long heard that the Southern Lin King, Feng Cang, had also come to West Qi. Could that person be Feng Cang? Why was he so different from the rumors?
It was Long Zhe Yu 'er before, and now there was Mingyue Xin. It seemed like her future husband was really attracting bees and butterflies, Murong Qiqi thought to herself.
"Qingqing, what are you thinking about?" Feng Cang reached out and placed Murong Qiqi's delicate hand in his palm. It was really small and didn't even reach the second joint of his middle finger.
"Your Highness, everyone is looking at us …" Murong Qiqi was a little unaccustomed to Feng Cang's intimate actions, but she couldn't bring herself to reject his advances. Feigning shyness, she tried to pull her hand back, but Feng Cang grabbed it instead.
"Qingqing's hand is so beautiful!"
Hearing this from Feng Cang, Murong Qiqi was even more convinced that the Southern Lin King had a hand fetish! He was clearly a normal person, so why would he have such a strange fetish?
Long Zhe Yu 'er blurted out when she saw the two of them being' intimate 'as if no one else was around. "Shameless!"
Immediately, the air froze. Feng Cang looked at Long Zhe Yu 'er coldly with a gaze as sharp as an ice knife. "Who did you say? Say it again? "
Feng Cang's words froze the entire place. The cold air that emanated from his body made even Long Zhe Yu, who was sitting on the high seat, feel a chill. No wonder there was a nursery rhyme in North Zhou that it was better to offend the Emperor than the Ghost King …
"I, I …" Long Zhe Yu 'er stuttered. For some reason, she, who had always been eloquent, actually became hesitant when she met Feng Cang's eyes that were filled with killing intent. Her teeth chattered, not because she was angry, but because she was afraid.
The murderous intent in that person's eyes was real, but it wasn't ordinary. It was a vicious aura that could only be obtained after going through the baptism of the battlefield. To put it bluntly, Long Zhe Yu 'er was just a princess raised in the palace. She had never seen such an aura before.
"I, I …"
Just as the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony had sunk into an icehouse because of Long Zhe Yu 'er's stupidity, Murong Qiqi softly spoke, "Your Highness, I'm hungry."
"I'm hungry" suppressed Feng Cang's emotions. Feng Cang retracted the coldness on his body and smiled. Nothing could compare to Murong Qiqi. "Qingqing, what do you want to eat? I'll help you! "
"Jade Orchid Slices!" Murong Qiqi pointed at the dish on Feng Cang's left.
"Alright!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere relaxed. It was the middle of the night just now, but now it was spring again. For Murong Qiqi to be able to calm Feng Cang's emotions, everyone was even more shocked. This was even more so for those in high positions. Now, they looked at Murong Qiqi in a different light.
Seeing that all of Feng Cang's attention was on Murong Qiqi, Mingyue Xin quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Emperor, Xin 'er has specially prepared the dance' Wave Treading 'for you!"
"Good, good, good!"
Long Zeyu couldn't wait for someone to warm up the atmosphere now. Long Zhe Yu 'er was really too muddle-headed just now and actually said that to Feng Cang. Long Zeyu broke out in cold sweat for his rash daughter, afraid that Feng Cang would make her blood spill in the palace. Now that Mingyue Xin had taken the initiative to perform, Long Zeyu naturally supported her with both hands.
The music started and Mingyue Xin danced gracefully. It had to be said that her waist was very soft and her expression was also very on point. She played the playful girl treading on the waves vividly and attracted everyone's attention.
Longze Jingtian held a wine cup and watched the dance on the stage, but his eyes fell on the 'couple' when he was free.
Feng Cang's astonishing performance was beyond Longze Jingtian's expectations, but it proved the old saying, "Seeing is believing a hundred times." No matter how much words were used to exaggerate it, it couldn't compare to seeing the person in person. Although Longze Jingtian was an outstanding talent among the descendants of the royal family, he had to admit that he was inferior to Feng Cang.
As for Murong Qiqi, she was even more stunning today. Longze Jingtian's mind couldn't help but think of the Poison Immortal that he had seen in the forest. Murong Qiqi's facial features were obviously ordinary and he had seen her many times before, but he still compared the two of them in his mind. Even Longze Jingtian himself felt that it was strange.
Longze Jingtian's attitude made Murong Xinlian, who was sitting next to him, mistakenly think that he had taken a fancy to Mingyue Xin. Looking at the young girl dancing happily on the stage, Murong Xinlian's hands were full of cold sweat.
What to do? What to do! If Mingyue Xin proposed a marriage alliance with Longze Jingtian, what should she do? She would be stepped on by the princess's legal wife. Even if she gave birth to a son, he would only be a bastard and wouldn't be able to achieve anything!
No! She couldn't let Mingyue Xin marry into the estate! Only she, Murong Xinlian, could be Princess Consort Jing and had the qualifications to be the future empress! In just a moment, Murong Xinlian made up her mind. She had to compete with Mingyue Xin and couldn't let her position be taken by someone else!
On the other side, Mingyue Cheng was still dressed in purple and his beloved wine gourd was on the table. The only difference was that today, his hair was neatly tied up with a crown. There was only a strand of hair hanging in front of his forehead, which showed its owner's original personality.
Mingyue Cheng poured himself a drink and didn't sit properly like the others. Instead, he found a comfortable position to lean against and stared at Murong Qiqi.
After not seeing her for a few days, this young girl's aura seemed to have become stronger. Earlier, Feng Cang's hostility was very strong. She was the closest to him, yet not only was she not afraid, but she was also able to calm him down with just a few words. It seemed that this young girl was very capable! Or perhaps, Feng Cang had also discovered that she was different …
Mingyue Xin twisted her waist with all her might and looked at Feng Cang from time to time.
However, Feng Cang didn't seem to have any interest in Mingyue Xin. Right now, he was more concerned about his little princess consort and didn't want her to starve. In the end, he actually became interested and decided to put down his status as an imperial prince and sat next to Murong Qiqi to prepare food for her.
"Eat more, you're too thin. It's better to have more meat — —"
Feng Cang's words almost made Murong Qiqi bite her tongue. Meat? He liked the meaty type?
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