Does the lord lack a pendant?

Chapter 1227 More Propaganda

Well, it's shameful, it's really a shameful thing, but since it's what his family respect mainly does, it's absolutely correct, and how you do it is a magnificent thing.

Absolutely no shame.

Xiao Lu frantically went to ask for a musician, Yue Jianxi squinted at Lian Liangsheng who was dressed like a peacock, and couldn't help but sigh that God was so unfair.

For such a big man like Lian Lusheng, wearing such a motherly skirt that doesn't fit him, he still looks damn good.

Putting the skirt on him softened his coldness and filled him with a bit of feminine beauty, but it didn't look like a girl at all, it was as harmonious as an androgynous body.

Ancient men could control these elegant clothes, and he became more and more beautiful when he wore them.

The few places that were torn apart, damn it, still reveal a trace of rough beauty.

The musicians came soon, and when they entered the door, they were all stunned in astonishment when they saw Lian Hesheng's attire, not knowing what kind of expression to show.

This is really shocking.

"What are you looking at, play quickly." How could Xiao Lu tolerate others staring at his master like this.

These people can only look up to his grandfather.

Lian Lusheng looked calm: "Let's start."

The hands of the musicians were still shaking when they sat down to play the piano. They thought that the regent wanted to listen to the song, so they brought them here, but it turned out that it was not the case.

And what is the regent wearing here... It's ragged and torn, and the color is weird, it should be a skirt worn by a woman.

No matter how shocked they were, the musicians didn't dare to say a word, let alone neglect.

The melodious luthier sounded, and Lian Lusheng summoned the Luyu sword, waved it forward, and turned his body.

The corners of the skirt fluttered in the air, drawing graceful arcs. Lian Hesheng's appearance was not soft, but it was not stiff at all when it turned, and it even carried a lively beauty like that of Indians.

Yue Jianxi swallowed, damn it, in this face-seeking world, even trying to make him look ugly has not succeeded.

The musician felt very awkward at first, but he and Lian Liangsheng even started to shoot together, and the music was driven by his rotation.

After the song was over, Lian Hesheng put away his sword, not even a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, he was not panting and his heart was beating, he calmly stepped forward and asked, "Xi'er is still satisfied."

There was no embarrassment at all, as if he was a dancing gigolo, so generous that she wanted to bite him to death.

"My lord dances really well. Look, I knew my lord has such a talent. Don't you think so?" The last sentence Yue Jianxi asked those musicians.

Several musicians applauded excitedly: "The Prince Regent is indeed talented in dancing."

"It's really lucky for Sansheng to be able to see the dance of the regent king."

Yue Jianxi chuckled: "Our prince is so omnipotent, you should let the common people know what a great prince they are following."

The three musicians froze suddenly. Does this mean to let them go out and tell each other?

Not good, although the prince dances really well, but he is the most honorable prince after all, what he did is not an elegant thing.

"Why, don't you think the prince dances very well?"

Lian Lusheng felt a little helpless, sat down by the bed, and said to the three musicians: "Retire, and do what you want."

When they were asked to come, he never thought about how the little woman in his family would mess with him if they didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)