After listening to Mei Dongyada's words, everyone except the female family members had a look of joy on their faces. You must know that although Mei Dongyada is the deputy chief of a small tribe, he is also a noble, and this woman is so beautiful.
She is stunningly beautiful, and her figure is as soft as a bone. If anyone gets such a wife... I'm afraid she won't be able to get out of bed every night.
For a time, several ministers couldn't help but cheer. Huai Moran looked up and found that they were all old people. He couldn't help but sneer. These old guys didn't need to think about it with their donkey heads. Since they are so beautiful,
, and with a father of such status, why should he choose someone who is young, handsome and has status, such as the handsome young man next to Zhuo Rong? You can tell by his appearance that this young man is Zhuo Rong's son, so marry him.
What a sight.
Although she thought so, Huai Moran knew that things were not that simple. She was not blind. She could clearly see the eye interaction between Ye Jiaming and Mei Dongyada just now.
However, no matter what they do, they must not overestimate their capabilities and try to harm her, otherwise...hehe, she will definitely leave them dead.
However, this idea of Huai Moran was purely wishful thinking, because Ye Jiaming soon started her main role tonight.
"Uncle Yada, you said you would let your goddaughter choose her own husband, but what if she picks someone else's favorite girl? Don't forget that here, there are many unsolicited kisses.
Your daughter and the daughters of several uncles and uncles are waiting to get married." Ye Jiaming's clear voice dispersed the restlessness that filled the tent at this time.
And some women sitting behind the curtain who had not yet left the court couldn't wait to join in. They were bold and enthusiastic, and restless for their own interests. Huai Moran looked at these women who couldn't wait to choose a husband with a smile, and couldn't help but feel that these Nan
Xinjiang women are much better than those coy women in Dahua.
Seeing that the daughters of each family were ready to make a move, Ye Jialan could not help but frown slightly, with a look of embarrassment on her face. When Zhuo Yijun saw this, she understood what Ye Jiaming meant, so she said softly: "Khan,
You see how enthusiastic the sisters from each family are, why not let them each choose the person they like tonight, and we can achieve many good things."
How could Ye Jialan not know what Zhuo Yijun was thinking? It's just that each of these girls' families are like wolves and tigers, and their fathers are also ready to make a move at this time. After all, marriage between major families is a good thing, but...
If several young ladies fall in love with the same young man, wouldn't that cause trouble?
The clever Zhuo Yilan saw Ye Jialan's hesitation and said with a smile: "Is Khan worried that the girls will be angry because they chose the same person?"
Ye Jialan nodded slightly, cast his soft gaze on Zhuo Yilan, and said softly: "Not bad." After saying that, he looked at everyone present and said meaningfully: "We are all a family. I don't want this to happen."
Because of this kind of thing, everyone is unhappy, so tonight I hope that no matter who you choose, or who you choose, I hope that you can still love each other as before, okay?"
Everyone immediately applauded. Regardless of whether they could do it or not, they all knew that only by agreeing to Khan's words would they have the opportunity to express their love to the person they like here.
Ye Jiaming's eyes lit up, and she knew that her goal was achieved, and then she said leisurely: "Our girls in southern Xinjiang are good at dancing, and Yunhe is a dancer just now, why not let all the girls come out to dance,
Then dance in front of the man you like, okay?"
This is a very common way of courting in southern Xinjiang. When a man or a woman confesses their love to their sweetheart, they will sing a song or dance wildly, then kneel down on one knee and stretch out a hand.
If you are willing to hold her hand, they can become an enviable couple.
"Just do what Ming'er said." Ye Jialan nodded with satisfaction. In his opinion, this was a good way to liven up the atmosphere and let each family see whose girl was the best at dancing.
Southern Xinjiang has always respected aristocratic women who are good at dancing. Whoever dances best is most likely to find the best husband.
So, all the daughters walked out of the curtain, and they couldn't wait to cast their eyes on the man they liked. Then they saluted together, dispersed, and danced together when the musician struck the first syllable. Of course, Yunhe also
in it.
The two of them, Huai Moran, didn't speak from beginning to end, because in their opinion, this was other people's business and had nothing to do with them. They just drank some wine and watched a group of colorful people wriggling around, and finally there was another "Lovers Make Love"
The blessings of "family members" will be fine.
However, Huai Moran soon discovered that Yunhe was twisting his water snake waist while approaching them. At this moment, her eyes were covered with coldness, she raised her eyebrows, and thought, it seems
There are really some people who are not afraid of death!
Yejialan saw Yunhe dancing towards Baili Yeheng, and thought something was wrong. Just when he was about to give a warning, he saw Yejiaming, who was watching the dance, also slowly stood up, and then to everyone's surprise
In the sound, he started his dance.
Ye Jialan's face suddenly darkened. He knew that this sister was definitely not a law-abiding person, but how could he stop when so many pairs of eyes saw it? What's more, there were already several men and women who had "successfully held hands".
Shi Zheng looked expectantly at the women who were still dancing for the people they loved.
"This..." Zhuo Yijun saw the dancing Ye Jiaming, and a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes. It turned out that the little princess had already planned it, but when she saw the light dance steps of Ye Jiaming's slim figure,
She couldn't help but "tsk tsk" and praised: "Khan, look at how beautifully the princess dances."
There was no smile on Ye Jialan's face. He just looked at Ye Jiaming with great melancholy, surrounded by applause. She danced very beautifully indeed, and she danced not from Nanjiang.
The dance was the most famous swallow dance in Great China. In addition to the way she was dressed today, Ye Jialan knew that this was something she had been preparing for a long time.
No wonder he rarely saw her in the past four days, and last night, she didn't wear anything like this when she went out to attend the banquet. Did she already know that the banquet would be postponed for a week? He simply didn't dare to think about it anymore, because he knew,
Many things are beyond his control.
Ye Jiaming and Yun He danced together towards Baili Yeheng, who thought it had nothing to do with them. The two of them danced extremely seductively in front of him, hoping that he would take one more look at them. Unfortunately, Baili Yeheng
Still turning a blind eye, he just played with his jade hands stained with ink, smiling.
"Your Highness, my daughter and our most noble princess in Southern Xinjiang are confessing to you. You must not fail to give Nanjiang face. You have to think carefully about which one you choose." At this time, it was already early.
Mei Dongyada, who could no longer hold himself back, couldn't help but said.
At this time, many wealthy people had already withdrawn voluntarily. In the whole tent, only Ye Jiaming and Yun He were dancing, and the two of them refused to give in to each other, and it seemed to have turned into a dance battle.
Huai Mo Ran didn't even raise his head, and said calmly: "As long as I dance in front of my husband, I can let him choose whatever I want?"
Mei Dongyada raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's natural, it depends on who His Royal Highness loves more."
Baili Yeheng lazily raised his eyes and scanned the faces of the two men lightly, then shook his head and said "tsk tsk" twice: "It's a pity that I don't like this kind of dance."
A flash of joy flashed across Mei Dongyada's face. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Are you saying that our princess is not worthy of you?"
Baili Yeheng didn't say anything, but at this moment his expression was light, the smile on his face was as gentle as jade, and his eyes were indescribably charming. He just glanced at Mei Dongyada, who immediately put away his excitement.
smiled, and then looked at him with a nervous look.
At this time, Ye Jiaming and Yun He were already about to kneel down, but Huai Moran suddenly stood up. As she stood up, Ye Jiaming's eyes turned cold, but she smiled lightly and said: "Princess, Yun He
Girl, today, I will teach you a lesson: you can’t touch other people’s men!” After saying that, she came to the two of them, grabbed Ye Jiaming’s wrist with one hand and said, “Lend me the bell!”
Before Ye Jiaming could react, the next moment, the bell on her wrist reached Huai Moran's hand. Huai Moran smiled lightly, and then under everyone's gaze, she raised her hand and slapped her twice slowly.
The crisp sound of silver bells, accompanied by her brisk dance steps, gradually swept everyone's attention. At some point, the musician changed the song and began to accompany the woman who was dancing with playful steps.
The steps of Yunhe and Ye Jiaming were chaotic for a moment, but Huai Moran's light and lively dance was like the light rain on the streets in the early morning, gradually soaking everyone's heart. And her movements
In the meantime, the ponytail that was tossed around by her was dyed with a layer of golden light, making it look shiny.
In the darkness, Xian Yurong watched the dancing Huai Moran intently. He thought that she would shock everyone with her sword dance like that day at the Prince's Mansion, but he never thought that she would dance so cutely and cutely.
Moreover, her dance steps do not seem to be those of Great China, nor do they have the flavor of southern Xinjiang. Instead, they are as free and easy as a desert woman, not pretentious, but more resonant.
There was always a faint smile on Huai Moran's face, and her eyes never left Baili Yeheng from the beginning to the end, and similarly, Baili Yeheng's eyes only reflected her clear shadow.
Ye Jiaming and Yun He looked at each other. The former stopped angrily and couldn't help but said coldly: "Humph, the dance steps are quite light. It's just not to mention compared with me, but compared with Yun He's big drum dance."
, it’s also much different!”
Huai Moran just smiled softly, and then she knelt down on one knee, stretched out her jade hand, and said seriously: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, are you willing to dance with this little girl?"
Baili Yeheng looked at her with a deep smile in his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. He walked around the table and came to her side. He held her jade hand with one hand and helped her up, speaking softly.
Said: "My husband is willing to dance with you in this life of glory and freedom."
Huai Moran raised her chin with satisfaction, stood up and walked with him to the middle of the hall. The next moment, she said in a deep voice: "Chuanyun!"
Everyone was stunned, but saw a gust of strong wind blowing open the curtain. The next moment, the three drums that had been carried down flew into the tent. Because they were so heavy, everyone around them was shocked, and even
He hid backwards in embarrassment.
Huai Mo Ran jumped up against the strong wind, and then "kick, kick, kick" flew out with three legs. The big drum seemed to have been hit hard, and stopped there with a "bang". Everyone felt that their eardrums were buzzing.
There was a buzzing sound, but Huai Moran pulled Baili Yeheng and stepped onto the three big drums as if nothing had happened.