Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 195: Love from the Royal Highness
Wen Rong coughed twice, gasped deeply, and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

"Okay, I want to see if this dance is worth it."

Lie Jiuqing stood up and said, "If my daughter doesn't dance well, I'll let you do whatever I want. But if I dance well, I'd like to ask for a thousand years of marriage."

Wen Rong licked the corners of her dry lips and said hoarsely, "I agree."

Lie Jiuqing saw the smile in Wen Rong's eyes, and took a step back slowly. With a flick of his fingertips, countless silver needles with silk threads flew out and intertwined in the air.

She tiptoed, and she flew up, flipped in the air, and stepped on the silk thread.

The silk thread was extremely thin. Not to mention it could bear the weight of a person, it would probably break if touched even slightly. But where Lie Jiuqing stood like an aloof flying monarch butterfly.

In the main hall, this scene shocked everyone.

Emperor Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, and for a moment, he saw the appearance of another woman in her.

Even the faces of the empress and the empress dowager were a little different. Only the imperial concubine's eyes were full of jealousy.

She has always known that Wen Rong loves the dance of the sky the most, but there have never been many people in the world who can dance!
Lie Jiuqing must die!
Otherwise, she had a hunch that Wen Rong would definitely fall in love with her!

Lie Jiuqing had a smile on his lips. In a few jumps, an ordinary fairy suddenly flew up.

When Long Aofeng rushed back, he saw her dancing, and he only had eyes for her.

By the time he reacted, he had already kicked the musician away, played the piano himself, and the song "Feng Qiu Huang" flowed out.

Yun Ye had seen many looks of Lie Jiuqing, but he had never seen her so flamboyant. She was so beautiful.

Yun Ai drank a glass of wine with all his strength and looked at her dreamily, the possessive desire in his pupils getting stronger and stronger.

Yun Zhili hooked his fingers at your attendant behind him, whispered a few words, and he went out immediately.

Gu Mingde stared blankly at Lie Jiuqing who was walking in the air, his eyes bright with pride.

He couldn't express this joy, so he could only pinch his stupid son's legs and forcefully endure this joy.

"Oh, my Xiaoba, my little sweetheart, how did you become so great? Oh my God, he's so much better than your idiot brother..." "Dad, it hurts, I'm still not your son!"

Poor Gu Anqing was happy and in pain at the same time, looking particularly weird.

Gu Fusu's eyes were full of smiles, thinking that their old man looked down on them, and when the time came to go back and tell them, he would definitely envy them to death.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lie Jiuqing, but she only had warmth in her eyes.

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it when I see it. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy..."

Lie Jiuqing's singing voice is unassuming, affectionate and gentle.

Wen Rong looked up at her, Lie Jiuqing had a smile on her lips, her peach blossom eyes were as charming as silk, staring straight at him, as if telling everyone that she was seducing him.

Wen Rong has seen Lie Jiuqing like this before.

Many years ago, he learned that he was engaged and went to take a peek behind his father's back.

It was winter and the snow was heavy. The little girl had just learned to use her inner strength and she danced excitedly on the treetops. Her dance was beautiful, but not as beautiful as hers.

One mistake for a lifetime.

He knew at that time that he wanted to marry her as his wife and pamper her like a father does to his mother until he grows old.

Wen Rong's eyelashes trembled, but the smell of blood in his throat became heavier and heavier. On his neck, black blood vessels surged, indicating that the mind-controlling Gu had taken effect.

Emperor Yun squinted his eyes and looked at each other.

The queen glanced at Wen Rong, with a smile on her lips, and drank tea quietly.

At the end of the dance, Wen Rong vomited blood and fell down weakly.

Lie Jiuqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he flew down and hugged him in his arms, "Qian Sui Master!"

(End of this chapter)