"Thank you! I feel a little uncomfortable." Under Qianjun's wide-eyed eyes, Poppy Shahua politely refused.
She even raised her head high to show her arrogance towards thousands of troops.
"Please believe in my dancing skills, I will cherish the child in your belly more than you do." Qianjun still didn't give up. He even wanted to reach out and touch Poppy Shahua's belly now.
Poppy Shahua turned his back on Qianjun with a cold look and refused the shameless man's invitation with silence. Just then, the burly and handsome Marshal of Zhenxi strode up to Poppy Shahua and glared.
Qian Jun glanced at her, turned to Poppy Shahua and said respectfully: "Beautiful Moon Goddess, am I honored to dance with you?"
Poppy Shahua's cold expression quickly faded, and even a hint of blush rose: "It's a great honor."
Then, like a shy girl in love for the first time, she stretched out her white and clean hands and was led by the mighty Marshal Zhenxi into the dance floor.
Qian Jun was left standing there with a twisted face, while Weng Yaxin and a group of ministers laughed unbridledly from behind.
A stupid man had the audacity to invite Her Majesty the Queen to dance? It was beyond comprehension. Perhaps he should be glad that he did not invite Her Majesty the Queen. Otherwise, the furious field marshal might have cut him into pieces.
It has long been an open secret that Marshal Zhenxi fell in love with Her Majesty the Queen. Everyone knew that only the Marshal in charge of the entire Imperial Army was qualified to invite Her Majesty the Queen to dance.
Qian Jun sat back down and drank in depression. Ying Ming, who had witnessed the whole process not far away, finally couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up bravely, walked quietly to Qian Jun and invited her in a gentle voice: "Excuse me... I
Can I ask you to dance?"
After saying that, he looked at Qian Jun with longing eyes.
Qian Jun raised his head and found that Ying Ming's eyes were shining with sincerity, and her eyes were full of aura like autumn water.
Seeing that Qian Jun was silent, Ying Ming's face clearly showed a look of disappointment, and there was a hint of flinching in her eyes. But she finally plucked up the courage and said again: "Can I ask you to dance?"
Qian Jun finally came to his senses. Although he didn't want to provoke any more women, it was always a very pleasant thing to have a very beautiful girl actively invite him to dance at this moment, not to mention the fact that he had just been beaten by Poppy Shahua.
Qianjun, who has lost face, urgently needs to regain his confidence. Why not?!
"It's such an honor." Qian Jun imitated Poppy Shahua's words and walked into the dance floor holding Ying Ming's bare hand. A shy smile appeared on Ying Ming's face, and her small hand in turn held Qian Jun's hand tightly.
They hugged each other and came to the dance floor, as if thousands of soldiers had escaped without paying attention.
The music is elegant, and the gentle rhythm is deliberately slowed down to suit Her Majesty the Queen's pregnant body.
But the gentle rhythm can make Qianjun perform a gorgeous dance.
There is no doubt about Qian Jun’s accomplishments in areas such as dance and music. His super IQ of over 200 is enough for him to accept any possible new things and do them better than his instructor. And Ying Ming’s dance foundation is definitely not bad, even absolutely
More gorgeous than a professional dancer. Her body is weak and boneless, and in Qian Jun's arms she is like a dancing butterfly spreading her youth wantonly.
The powerful combination of dance finally burst out with dazzling brilliance under the leadership of Qian Jun. Qian Jun's understanding of dance is thorough, and Ying Ming's love for dance is also unquestionable. Under the leadership of Qian Jun, the two of them performed
A heavenly dance music that is a perfect match! The beautiful dance postures that make people reluctant to close their eyes and the music achieve an incomparable perfect effect.
Just like two butterflies flying in the forest, people can imagine sunshine and rain, flowers blooming, and two cranes flying side by side on the white Tianshan Mountain. The melodious and sweet music is like the light of the cranes. Yin, intoxicating...
The people around started to shrink back! It wasn’t that Qian Jun and Ying Ming’s dance postures dominated the position, but that their dance postures were so graceful that the group of people dancing around felt like they were having a child dance in front of a pair of world-class dance masters. Instead of making other people laugh at a vulgar performance like playing mud, it would be better to leave the dance floor to this pair of musical messengers and just stand aside and enjoy it yourself.
Qian Jun and Ying Min obviously entered the world of dance and entered a state of selflessness. They had no time to observe their surroundings. Their speed gradually increased, and their dance postures became more and more dazzling. Finally, they succeeded in making countless difficult and extremely gorgeous movements. Even the top dance masters in the world couldn't complete these movements. However, the two of them completed it, and they completed it so beautifully and luxuriously. It was so luxurious that the surrounding audience widened their eyes and dared not miss it. In every detail, the audience didn't even dare to breathe or applaud, just for fear of interrupting the two people dancing.
Weng Yaxin stared at Qian Jun. She didn't expect that this man who looked cruel, shameless and extremely sinister could actually dance so well. She remembered that this man had never participated in any ballroom dancing parties during her college days!
It seems that he is really hiding something. I have been dealing with him for so many years, and I still can't see through him until now.
Poppy Shahua and Marshal Zhenxi stood aside and watched the two dancing. Seeing Qian Jun and Ying Ming hugging each other tightly and dancing selflessly, a cold light flashed uncontrollably in her eyes, but she hid it well. Get up. She doesn't want to admit that she regrets refusing Qianjun to dance... Maybe she will achieve better results by dancing with Qianjun... Tsk! Poppy Shahua, what are you thinking about? You're not ashamed either.
Huh! Do you think that dancing well will make you a good person? What a joke.
This man, after all, is a dog and can't stop eating shit. He can seduce women wherever he goes!
As the music slowly fell, the dance finally came to an end. First there was sparse applause, and finally the applause finally became loud. Qian Jun put Ying Ming down from his arms, and he could still see the cloth on the face of this Hindustan Kshatriya. Her face was red with excitement and her eyes were full of luster. It was obvious that she had not recovered from the dance just now.
Qian Jun said softly: "The song is over!"
"Oh!" Ying Min finally turned around, her face sweet and shy at the same time: "You dance so well!"
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Qian Jun.
Qian Jun smiled and said nothing, and sat in the corner to drink alone again. Ying Ming hesitated for a moment, followed Qian Jun with a blushing face, and then sat down next to Qian Jun.
She seemed not to want to leave Qianjun.
"What's your name? Can you tell me?" Ying Min blinked and asked expectantly.
"My name is A Yong." Qian Jun said a random name.
Ying Ming quickly moved her body closer, and Qian Jun could even smell the virgin fragrance of this girl and the deep cleavage wrapped under the evening dress.
Ying Ming asked shyly: "Then... Mr. Ayong, are you free tomorrow? I would like to treat you to dinner and thank you for helping me today."
"This... I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow." Qian Jun stroked his forehead, a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of this Indian Kshatriya. He came here to see his baby, but not to have a foreign relationship.
"Oh!" Ying Ming's eyes dimmed, looking very sad.
Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly heard bursts of noise coming from the main door. The noise was getting closer and closer, and finally came to the entrance of the hall. Qian Jun and Ying Ming were attracted to it. But they saw at the main door.
The guards were forced in, and then a group of people came in from the outside.
One of the people in the front had a big beard and looked extremely majestic, followed closely by several young people. Behind him was a group of armed men who walked into the hall and looked at Poppy Shahua and others with unkind expressions.
Seeing the people coming, Poppy Shahua and the ministers behind him quickly stared at this group of people with sullen faces. It was obvious that this group of people was not among Poppy Shahua's welcome.
"Today, I heard that the special envoy of Hindustan came to visit Istanbul. As the chief minister, I was disrespectful and disrespectful." The old man with a majestic appearance laughed loudly and spoke with great energy. His eyes were higher than the top of his head, and he was completely
Don't take Poppy Shahua and Marshal Zhenxi seriously.
Qianjun had some experience with Istan. This chief minister was the leader of the entire opposition, and he was the only one who dared to openly ignore Poppy Shahua.
Privately, this chief minister is also Poppy Shahua's biological uncle.
"Master Chief Assistant?!" Helanara frowned slightly, obviously disgusted with the way this group of people barged in uninvited. She glanced at the gang of thugs lightly, and then turned her gaze to Poppy Shahua: "No need.
! When we come to Istan for a visit, it is enough for Her Majesty the Queen to receive us. I will not bother you, Lord Chief Minister."
It is impossible for Helanara to not understand the political forces currently distributed in Istan. Now that she has become a guest of Poppy Shahua, how can she accept the invitation of the chief minister again?!
These are two sworn enemies.
Poppy Shahua's face was also extremely ugly. Apparently, he did not expect that this group of people would have the courage to cause a big banquet. Poppy Shahua tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Master Chief Assistant, this is a formal occasion, and you are not welcome.
, please respect yourself!”
"Self-respect? You call me self-respect?"
Lord Chief Assistant seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: "You really know how to joke. Let me tell you, no one in this world has the honor to tell me to respect myself, but only the good daughter born to my sister is the least qualified.
.”
He did not call Poppyshawar his queen. In his eyes, Poppyshahua had lost the right to be a legitimate royal family after she became pregnant with a bastard.
"My father is right! Poppy Shahua, why don't you take a pee and look at yourself? Tell me where did the bastard in your belly come from? Which villager was it born from? You can't even do such a despicable thing.
Even if you can do it, you have tarnished the gods, how can you still have the nerve to tell others to respect themselves? I don’t even want to believe that there is such a shameless cousin like you."
As soon as Lord Chief Assistant finished speaking, a middle-aged man began to sneer.