My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 790 You invite me, I am willing to define it
Shen Qianxia knew that compared with the Southern Jin Dynasty, the folk customs in North Vietnam were more forthright and open, and many customs could allow young men and women to seize the opportunity to express their love for each other.

Only today did I realize that there are more layers of meaning.

The soldiers who were relatively close to each other, when they heard what Su Jing said, they all agreed and suggested that Wang Xiluo play the piano to add to the fun.

Wang Xiluo's cheeks were reddish and she drooped her eyes. Anyone who knew her well knew that although she was good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she seldom performed in front of people.

Shen Qianxia couldn't help thinking that during the Shangyuan Festival, she was willing to play the piano in public for the first time on the royal cruise ship. It turned out that she knew that Rong Zhan was on the painting boat in the center of the lake.

Today she seems to be prepared, and she also wants to play the piano in front of Rong Zhan.

She looked sideways idlely, and smiled lazily at Rong Zhan, her eyes were stained with a layer of sleepiness after drinking: "Thanks to someone, today I can appreciate the demeanor of the most talented woman in Beijing."

Rong Zhan was a little obsessed with it for a while.

Situ Che lightly coughed twice before he came back to his senses.

"If you're not interested, let's go back."

After saying that, Rong Zhan tried to pull her wrist away, but she held his hand instead.

"Don't disappoint me, I'm interested, very interested."

The warmth of her palm made him startled. Seeing her full of interest, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Su Jing glanced at this scene inadvertently, glanced at Wang Xiluo complicatedly, and then stroked his forehead.

Afterwards, some soldiers set up the piano, Shen Qianxia glanced at Wang Xiluo indifferently, it seemed that she was already prepared.

If she doesn't mention Tage under the Moon tonight, someone will probably make insinuations.

Wang Xiluo stared directly at her, with a hint of provocation in his soft eyes.

She, who has always been aloof and indifferent in front of others, has been silently waiting for Rong Zhan, but wherever he appears, Wang Xiluo can't help it.

Hearing that Prime Minister Wang's daughter wanted to play the piano, more and more people gathered around the campfire, wanting to have a look.

The noise in my ears was getting louder.

At this time, Su Guo said loudly: "Qianxia, ​​since someone is accompaniment, how can it be wasted? Let's dance!"

After finishing speaking, she stood up involuntarily and came over to pull Shen Qianxia.

Shen Qianxia knew what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "Since you want to have fun, how about being more thorough?"

Suguo's eyes moved slightly: "How thorough do you want to be?"

Shen Qianxia tilted her head slightly, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkled with amorous feelings: "If the Seventh Prince and Mr. Dongli also go to the countryside to do as the Romans do, the entire military camp will be boiling tonight, right? But Beiyue will be even more terrified."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately resonated.

Normally, Rong Zhan is always high above the ground, with an iceberg-like appearance that rejects others for thousands of miles.

Today, his fiancée proposed that the superiors who demanded their admiration and obedience, if they merged into them, how could they not be excited?

Rong Zhan took the time to look at Shen Qianxia wholeheartedly: "You invite me, I am willing to define it."

"What about you?" Su Guo couldn't help asking Situ Che.

Suguo put away his carelessness in an instant, his heart became inexplicably nervous, and he secretly glanced at Situ Che.

Waiting for his reply.

Situ Che glanced at Shen Qianxia indifferently, nodded after thinking for a moment: "En."

Suguo glanced at Shen Qianxia gratefully, and her throbbing heartbeat eased.

At this time, Wang Xiluo was already sitting in front of the piano, and a dark light flashed in her slightly restrained eyes.

There were many soldiers in the barracks, and many of them couldn't get close to piles of bonfires.

They were orderly, and the patrols and guards in the distance did not relax at all. Shen Qianxia suddenly felt the rigor of the Beihou army.

(End of this chapter)