After getting King Xuan's consent, Ling Zhongqing winked at Aunt Han. After a while, Ling Qingyun and Ling Qinglei were brought up.
When they first saw Bei Mingxuan, the two of them were stunned, and their hearts skipped a beat.
They had never seen such a good-looking man before. Even Ling Qingyun, who had already made up her mind to be the crown prince's concubine, couldn't help but feel jealous of her sister.
If I had known earlier that this man was so good-looking, it would have been okay to marry him.
And Ling Qinglei, looking at it, almost burst into tears.
It's all because of her mother. If her mother had a higher status and was a royal wife, she would definitely marry King Xuan even if she died today!
The two sisters were silently feeling their heartache while receiving the gift.
"Your Highness, this is the eldest daughter of the official, Ling Qingyun, and this is the youngest daughter, Ling Qinglei."
"You two girls are so polite."
Even the sound is as nice as a magnet!
The two of them felt that something had collapsed in their hearts...
At this moment, a burst of pleasant music sounded, and Ling Qingwei appeared dancing gracefully in the music.
I know that King Xuan is a profound genius. He is only 24 years old and is already at the second level of Tianxuan. Therefore, Ling Qingwei’s dance is not a dance in the traditional sense, but a sword dance that she has arranged for a long time, which combines dance and mysterious strength.
dance.
As the rhythm of the music became faster, Ling Qingwei's figure became faster and faster. Driven by the mysterious force of her original dance, her flipped figure looked particularly dazzling under the moonlight.
Suddenly, a ball of flame rose from Ling Qingwei's hand, shooting towards the lanterns on the left and right like petals. As Ling Qingwei's figure got closer, the flame in her hand lit up more and more of the main banquet hall.
lantern.
Suddenly, the originally dim banquet venue was illuminated dazzlingly by countless lanterns. King Xuan's gaze was completely captured by Ling Qingwei's figure.
Ling Zhongqing and Aunt Han looked at each other, and they all saw hope in each other's eyes.
Ling Qingwei is a martial arts practitioner. She has a light figure. In addition to the cold winter, she wears a fiery red tulle. In this snow-covered courtyard, she has a unique charm.
Bei Mingxuan watched Ling Qingwei's dance performance seriously, with a smile on his lips and praise in his eyes.
Ling Qingwei also danced hard. At first, she was still very nervous, but as she danced, she became more and more confident. This confidence lasted until she saw Bei Mingxuan himself.
I saw King Xuan just sitting lazily on the guest of honor table, with his black satin-like hair hanging casually behind him. On his face like a knife and axe, his eyebrows flew into his temples. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, a pair of eyes were as bright as stars.
Her eyes are so beautiful that it makes people dazzled.
Under the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips as red as cherry blossoms are slightly pursed. Under the moonlight, he looks like a fairy under the moon, with stunning appearance, luxury and desertedness, and the beauty of the country.
In all her life, she has never seen such a good-looking man!
Such a man can only exist in heaven, not on earth!
What kind of prince! No matter how powerful he is, how can he be compared with such a man?
What is love at first sight? This is it!
What does it mean that one glance lasts for ten thousand years? This is it!
This god-like man will be her husband from now on?!
Happiness came so suddenly! Ling Qingwei felt her heart skip a beat, and the steps under her feet were as messy as her heart.
Ling Qingwei, who was still spinning with difficulty, tripped...