Princess Xinyun looked at Ye Yanran provocatively, with infinite coldness and killing intent bursting out of her eyes.
At this time, Mr. Lu sighed: "Good wine and good food, but there is no one to cheer for, so I always feel that something is missing?"
A smile flashed across Ye Feibai's lips, he turned his head and glanced at Ye Yanran: "My concubine plays the zither really well, I wonder if Yanran is willing to help everyone?"
When he said this, Ye Feibai approached Ye Yanran slightly, and from the perspective of Princess Xinyun, Ye Feibai was pressed against her ear, which seemed very ambiguous. The smile on her face became colder, and the fingers under the long sleeves were tightly clenched into fists.
Ye Yanran only felt the warmth in her ears, her whole body was numb, she smiled at Ye Feibai: "Yanran naturally prefers to be respectful rather than obedient."
Soon someone brought Ye Yanran's guzheng in, and Ye Yanran stepped forward and sat down in front of the guzheng slowly. She hangs her graceful neck with confidence on her face. She put her hands on the guzheng and tried it for a while, and a bright and crisp sound came out.
Ye Yanran's slender fingers plucked the strings quickly, the sound of the piano was beautiful, and the mellow rhythm spread in the hall. Ye Yanran has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she is very good at playing the guzheng.
After the song was over, Ye Yanran stood up, glanced at Ye Feibai affectionately, and then returned to his side, Ye Feibai gave her a comment: "You play very well."
"Brother Xie Feibai." Ye Yanran said softly.
All this fell into the eyes of Princess Xinyun, and there were two clusters of flames dancing in her eyes, which was a kind of extremely strong jealousy. Her exquisite face faintly exudes a kind of extreme weirdness.
She is not willing to be compared, no one can steal her limelight!
Princess Xinyun looked up at Ye Feibai, her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Feibai affectionately: "Everyone is so happy today, why don't Xinyun dance for you."
Ye Feibai raised his lips slightly, and took a deep look at her, as if he had read into her heart: "That would be the best."
She got up to change her clothes, and after a while, everyone suddenly heard a faint sound of the piano.
Then I saw a woman wearing a white gauze spinning in from the outside, her skirt fluttering.
Princess Xinyun grew up in the north, where the folk customs are bold and unrestrained, and everyone is good at singing and dancing. Princess Xinyun's dance is bright and charming, with the bold and unrestrained nature of the north.
Her body is soft, and she dances her waist quickly as the rhythm turns.
She lightly lifted her toes and spun around.
Her eyes were moving, with a kind of charm and a girlish innocence. She danced her long sleeves and raised her noble neck slightly, making people dazzled.
Her movements are lively and graceful, and her body jumps a little, like a fairy about to fly into the sky.
Everyone below sighed softly: "Princess Xinyun is not only beautiful in person, but even more beautiful in dance, like a fairy, she is absolutely exquisite!"
The servant clapped his palms and said with a smile: "It's really a feast for the eyes today, and I really want to see Princess Xinyun's dance."
The voices of praise come and go, after all, the sound of the piano needs to be listened to quietly, while the dance is more direct and eye-catching.
Ye Yanran admitted that Princess Xinyun danced beautifully, but she was not convinced and her eyes were full of displeasure.
After finishing the dance, Princess Xinyun took a few breaths and walked towards Ye Feibai, with a smile on her face, eager to get his praise.
But he didn't look at her, as if he was teasing Ye Yanran who was full of displeasure: "Although Xinyun dances well, it's not as good as your zither."
Although Ye Feibai's words were light, they just fell into the ears of Princess Xinyun, neither serious nor serious.
As soon as she stopped, she saw Ye Yanran smiling and toasting Ye Feibai with a charming face.
Princess Xinyun's delicate and beautiful face showed a strong hostility, and her eyes seemed to be holding poisonous sharp knives, scraping Ye Yanran's face viciously.
This woman's zither playing is dull, how can it compare with her dance
All she knew was to pretend to be wronged! Princess Xinyun sneered, and looked at Ye Yanran more fiercely.
A wave of anger swam in Princess Xinyun's heart, almost turning her face red. When she saw Ye Yanran's complacent look, a ferocious look appeared on her face.
I am thousands of times better than her, why should she fight with herself, why should she compete with herself for Brother Feibai's favor.
Finally, when the banquet was over, Ye Yanran approached Princess Xinyun generously: "In front of outsiders, Brother Feibai always faces me. Just now he praised my zither in front of everyone. Did he praise you?"
A cold light flashed in Princess Xinyun's eyes, she looked at Ye Yanran and paused, "You got this compliment by pretending to be wronged, what's there to show off?"
Ye Yanran snorted: "In Brother Feibai's eyes, you are just a guest. Do you really think you are the hostess here?"
Princess Xinyun narrowed her eyes slightly, and the heartbeat in her chest was beating fast because of anger.
Ye Yanran was reminiscing about the banquet just now, Ye Feibai was clearly more towards her. She beamed and said, "Brother Feibai was just kind-hearted and took you in because he was afraid that you would end up on the street. Don't think that you have misunderstood something because he looks better towards you."
Princess Xinyun raised her face slightly, looked at her coldly, and didn't care at all: "It's only a matter of time before he marries me. What are you so proud of? What can a woman like you do for Brother Feibai? Do you have the entire Beimu tribe?"
"What about the northern herdsmen? It's just a small nomadic people, and they often harass the northern border. Do you think the prince will take you seriously?" Ye Yanran sneered, but before she could react, Princess Xinyun had already raised her hand He slapped Ye Yanran hard on the face.
The slap was so hard that redness and swelling appeared on her face immediately. Ye Yanran fell to the ground and pointed at her: "Why do you hit me, what do you think you are?"
"What reason does this princess need to teach you?" Princess Xinyun suddenly smiled innocently, "This princess doesn't like you, so I hit you. This princess wants to see it today. If I beat you to death, Brother Bai will Don't blame me."
"You..." Ye Yanran still wanted to fight back, but when she thought of Xinyun's cruel temperament, a trace of fear flashed in her heart. Before, she came to the door clamoring to beat herself up, but later she even dared to beat the pregnant Princess Huai with a whip, so there was nothing she couldn't do.
She was sad and wronged, and she didn't dare to confront her head-on again.
The hero doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages, so she turned around and ran away. She wanted to sue Ye Feibai!