Chapter 407: I am his woman 3

Chapter 407: I Am His Woman 3
"Hachiman, the woman is the princess of Kitahara." Mo Jingxuan was sure. Similarly, I didn't pay much attention to the stage, lowered my eyelid lightly, and played with the tea cup on my hand.
"Well, it's beautiful." At first glance, Qu Taner gave such an evaluation when she saw the woman's appearance. Indeed, it is very beautiful. A standard foreign beauty, without the petite and tenderness of Oriental women, makes people feel wild and outspoken, and beautiful and unique.
One dance, one song, end.
There were applause, applause, and ups and downs.
"good very good!"
On the theme, a rough male voice came over the others.
Kitahara Wang laughed boldly.
He didn't mind the situation at this time, and he was free to do so. He was also very satisfied with his daughter's performance.
"Father, how good is Yama's song?" Chinuyama stopped and asked with a smile. The language used is Dongyue, and everyone present can understand and speak, and it is more standard than King Beiyuan.
"Well, it is indeed my daughter who works hard, and the father is proud of you."
"Xiefu Wang praised him." Chinuyama smiled bluntly, but bent slightly, expressing his gratitude. There is no gentleness and quietness of Dongyue Guo woman, generous, stand tall, as if already accustomed to the look-up and envious eyes of others.
"Haha, emperor, my daughter, do you look satisfied? Are you worthy of your prince?" Kitahara Wanghao laughed out loud, and asked the emperor directly.
"Haha, yes, very good. The shawl does not allow eyebrows." The emperor also laughed back.
Qu Taner looked upwards, raising his eyebrows slightly. The emperor's complexion was very good. This smile alone would make some people disappointed and full of energy. The outside world has been rumored that his body will soon die, and the emperor will pass on something, for fear that at this moment, he will be broken. Thinking to her, she looked at Tai
Zi a table.
Sure enough, the face of Mo Yihuai was a little bit different ...
Suddenly, your sight is blocked!
A jade-like hand blocked her eyes and turned her little face over.
Compulsive, let her look at herself.
"My King is here, and no mess is allowed." Morian City warned lightly.
"Eh! ..." Qu Taner pursed her lips, laughing.
And Mo Jingxuan also looks weird, bows his head, drinks tea, but shrugs his shoulders?
Jingxin couldn't help it.
Just a glance, the vinegar jar of a certain grandfather turned over, alas.
At this time, the two kings were still polite.
Kitahara Wang Lang smiled: "The emperor is too rewarding. You can't praise her so much. My daughter, outsiders can't brag. If others boast, that's incredible."
"Father, aren't you pulling my hind legs? I can't be overwhelmed." Chinuyama said with a small muzzle, dissatisfied, but in essence she was coquettish, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, but No trace of anger.
"Well, Yama, you haven't performed your talents yet," King Kitahara reminded.
"The performance below Yama is a long whip. I don't know who can take a try with Yama?" Chinu Yama smiled with one arm and pressed his chest, performed a courtesy, and turned his eyes to Wang's tables, sweeping them one by one. Everyone. And when the light moved to Mo Liancheng's face, he stopped for a moment!
There was a flash of light in the beautiful eyes, and it seemed to be shocked

Oh no!
Qu Taner felt a terrible feeling under his heart.
That hot look, alas.
(End of this chapter)