The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

However, if he wants to win Princess Jingjing, even if this dance is not enough, Long Ming may have been waiting for her long ago. So, when the surprise brought by Jinghong Wu is not enough, Mo Zhuyue even puts Jinghong Wu and Jinghong Wu together. The neon dress dance is very beautifully combined, and it is the most difficult. The swan geese danced in the sky, turned around and turned into a fluttering butterfly. That dance, what neon dress dance, is simply weak.

And the people sitting there were all stunned.

What kind of butterfly was that? Mo Zhuyue was obviously wearing a long royal blue dress, but when they were dancing, they saw a colorful butterfly dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

Even Princess An Jing who was on the side was stunned. At the same time, her body was trembling, and Mo Zhuyue... unexpectedly saw through all the steps of her neon dress dance with just one glance, and could attract her into thinking with just one glance. The arrogant neon clothes dance was easily performed, and the most difficult part, she danced so calmly.

If, if she and Mo Zhuyue were not rivals today, she would definitely worship Mo Zhuyue as her teacher and ask her for advice.

However, after she danced today, she knew that she had lost everything, lost, lost completely...

She thought that she thought the stunning neon dress dance was the best in the world, but the pride she was so proud of was nothing to Mo Zhuyue.

She knew that Long Ming promised to help her and Mo Zhuyue to witness for a while, no matter what, he would say that she won, but it was a pity that this match was completely defeated, and there was no chance of winning back. .

When Mo Zhuyue's dancing skirt stopped, the competition ended, and everyone almost forgot to applaud, still unable to recover from the shock of the dance just now.

Long Canghao proudly came to Mo Zhuyue's side from his seat, and proudly embraced Mo Zhuyue's waist, with deep pride in his eyes, and a doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yue'er, you are so beautiful."

Long Canghao couldn't help praising his wife. Even he couldn't escape being captured by her dancing skills in the dance just now. He already knew that there were many aspects of her that he didn't understand. It moved his heart, and the more he knew, the deeper his obsession with her became, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Mo Zhuyue smiled and snuggled into his arms shyly: "I only danced for you."

Long Canghao hugged him with a smile, but suddenly he embraced Mo Zhuyue, and came to Princess Anjing, who had been stunned by the side. Suddenly, before everyone could react, Long Canghao waved his big hand, and everyone was shocked. No action was seen, and the next moment, Princess Tranquility wailed loudly.

An arm threw a perfect arc in the air, and then lay bloody in the center of the imperial garden. The splashed blood dazzled everyone's eyes, and some even splashed onto the faces of those present. body.

Immediately, many screams from Miss Qianjin came to mind in the imperial garden. Princess An Jing fell to her knees on the ground, one arm was missing, and bloodshot eyes leaked from her eyes.

Long Canghao had a bloodthirsty expression on his face: "The fruit of Yue'er's victory, this king took it for her."

"Do not--"

Princess An Jing's desperate voice came, why, why was Long Canghao the one who attacked her.