"Dating dance?" The corner of Arnold's mouth twitched. Although the name is not very nice, it does have such a meaning and is very appropriate.
"Don't we Han people go to teahouses to drink tea on blind dates? Mongolians dance at banquets. If they like someone, they dance directly to the other person, right? It's actually the same thing. What kind of dance is it if it's not a blind date dance?"
Arnold laughed, "Then according to what you said, the Mongolian banquet is still a group blind date party."
"Isn't that right?" Qianhe laughed, but his eyes suddenly stared at the woman, "What do you think your prince would react?"
"Reaction?" Arnold was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed.
Hu Gechi kept looking at what was happening on Arnold's side. Originally he only saw her and Qian He chatting in a low voice, but suddenly his expression changed. His expression darkened, and a cold aura suddenly emitted from around his body.
, those light brown eyes, which are more beautiful than glass, looked at the woman who happened to be standing in front of his table with disgust.
The woman's face was originally full of smiles. Although she was a little shy, she also had a trace of expectation. At this time, when Hu Gechi stared at her like this, she panicked and her steps suddenly became chaotic.
Ganmala, who was not far from Hu Gechi's seat, also had a look on his face. He knew that Arnold was the only one in his fifth uncle's heart, and he even particularly hated other women. This woman wooed Hu Gechi in front of Arnold, and what happened next?
I'm afraid it will embarrass everyone.
He just wanted to stand up, but his sleeve was pulled by Marco Polo beside him.
The woman is not a fool, she is just a talented person and a bold person. She thinks that courting Hu Gechi at the prince's banquet will not embarrass her because of her face. But at this time, it is obviously not the case. Her body twisted and spun several times.
The circle returned to the center of the field. The music came to an end and gradually disappeared.
The woman looked at Zhenjin and Kuokuozhen who were sitting on the high platform with a smile, "Today to celebrate the great Yuan's unification of the world, An Zhu'er hereby performs a dance, wishing that the Great Yuan will last forever."
Zhenjin still smiled gently, "Reward."
An Zhuer hurriedly caught the step, bowed and stepped back.
Gan Mala's face finally relaxed a little, but he didn't know that a pair of eyes not far away from the banquet were staring at any changes in him.
Nuo Min had just come back, and before she could stand still, she felt that something was wrong with her master's atmosphere.
Lost still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of frost. She finally knew who Gan Mala had in mind, and it turned out to be the sister An Zhuer who grew up with her.
Lost belongs to the Hongji tribe, and Tongkuokuo is really a tribe. In her natal family, there is a sister whose father had another woman. I really didn’t expect that the man she married actually liked her own sister. I really regret that she had
When Ji wanted to get rid of that bitch and An Zhuer, she stupidly interceded for them.
Nuo Min was Mi Mi's most trusted maid. She bent down and whispered in Mi Mi's ear, "Madam, An Zhu'er and the eldest son don't seem to have met. Do we need to check again?"
A trace of fierceness flashed in Mi Mi's eyes, "You didn't see the way he looked just now. If Marco Polo hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid he would have walked over and taken An Zhuer away in public. Do you think we need to check again?"
Nuo Min rolled her eyes and said, "It would be wrong to say that I have never seen her before. Wasn't An Zhuer also there on the day of Madam's wedding? Could it be that time?"