The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 775 If It Was Her
When Tang Nineteen saw Fascinated, he swayed his body accordingly, waved his hands, and his face was full of willfulness.

This move provoked the contempt of the well-behaved women at the next table, and they used her as a talking point by secretly using the sound of the drums.

There was only one person, when he looked at her, he was startled for a moment, and then his eyes showed a faint look of pampering, and in the pampering, some kind of penetrating longing was suppressed.

The next dance was even more lively. A group of boys and girls came up and began to invite young boys and girls on the wine table to dance.

There are a lot of people in southern Xinjiang.

On the other hand, the people on Daliang's side were all coy, and the little girl who invited the dancer went to several tables, and every table waved her hands again and again, looking at her also looked quite embarrassed.

Walking to Tang Nineteen's table, Tang Nineteen was a nice person and felt that it was not easy for girls.

The second listened to the joyful sound of the drums, and felt ready to move.

So he stood up and walked into everyone's team.

After she stood up, the emperor laughed: "Anyone who wants to dance, go and dance. The more people there are, the more lively this torch dance will be."

The emperor doesn't speak, everyone is coy, even if the young people think about it, they are dragged by their parents and feel ashamed.

As soon as the emperor spoke, these people seemed to be asking for credit, and they stood up in clusters without waiting for the invitation.

As a concubine, Ayi Guli couldn't end, but she was really itchy.

The Empress Dowager whispered a few words in the emperor's ear, and the emperor nodded with a smile: "Concubine Yi, you can go if you want."

Ayigul was so excited that she almost didn't jump up, she quickly joined the crowd like a cheerful little sparrow.

The emperor turned to the imperial concubine: "Do you want to try it?"

The imperial concubine's face was full of peach blossoms, and she covered her lips with a delicate smile: "Isn't the emperor happy to find his concubines? The concubines are already very old."

"At most, you can look at 30 years old, no matter how old you are."

"The concubine won't join in the fun, lest she can't dance well and lose your people."

The emperor chuckled lightly, patted the imperial concubine's hand, looked into the crowd, searched for that figure, and said to himself: "If it was Xiao Qi, she wouldn't care so much, she likes these things."

The imperial concubine was in a daze and didn't hear clearly, the drums and music started loudly, and everyone shouted, so she didn't have the heart to think about what the emperor said just now.

This torch dance can be regarded as taking care of Daliang's group of pedantic people. Originally, men and women crossed hands at will and tap danced around the campfire.

Now divided into a circle of men, a circle of women.

Tang Nineteen was facing two young girls from southern Xinjiang, and they couldn't understand what they said, but the happiness on their faces was the same.

The sparks from the bonfire blown by the night wind danced like fireworks, and they circled happily, with the colorful beads and tassels on their hats flickering.

The colorful feathers below tickle the skin, itching, which makes people laugh out loud.

This song dances heartily.

Tang Nineteen's muscles and bones loosened, and when the drumbeat ended, she turned around and saw that Qu Tiange had returned, and her smile was even brighter.

The corner of his mouth curled up, his eyes full of doting and tenderness.

When Tang Nineteen finished dancing and came back to him, he gave her a big smile: "You danced well."

"Really, you just came back, otherwise we dance together."

Qu Tiange laughed and said, "This king can't dance."

(End of this chapter)