Sick Prince Rescue Plan

He looked at pity eagerly, and it seemed that if Gu Qing hadn't been sitting here, he might have just jumped on it.

Pity looked at him in surprise and disbelief, then looked at Gu Qing, and smiled slowly: "Is it my lord who is making me happy? Pity He De, how can he take on this important task?"

The right side is anxious: "Why not? I think the dance is not worse than the previous main dance! Don't worry, since I said so, it must be sure. Tomorrow you and I will see the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and go to the ceremony. Give Band a try, if you pass..."

He stretched his tone and tempted: "By then you will be soaring! Prosperity and wealth are indispensable for you. Pity, do you consider it?"

Saying that it was a consideration, the expression was clear, and he would agree to pity.

Pity turned around and discussed with Gu Qing.

Youxiang was not in a hurry this time, sitting there slowly sipping tea, after a stick of incense, he left Lanyue Pavilion with satisfaction and pity.

The next day, she took the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion into the palace with pity, and when she arrived at the Liyuefang, she discovered that not only was the emperor, but also the emperor!

Excited, she stretched out her hand and stroked her temple before entering the door, making sure that there was nothing wrong with it, and then Lianbu lightly moved in and followed Right.

"The minister has seen your majesty."

"The girl has seen the emperor, long live the emperor!"

She leaned down softly, and the tight waistband showed its magical effect. With her movements, her waist became more and more slender and unbearable.

The emperor sat in the upper head, his eyes dimmed.

"Be flat, right, is this the person you found?"

Youxiang smiled: "Your Majesty, this is the new oiran of Lanyue Pavilion. The name is Lianxi. The minister saw it yesterday and thought her dance was really good. Today, I brought people here. Your majesty, take a look?"

The emperor's eyes fell on Pity, his head slightly lowered.

From this angle, you can see her slender eyelashes, tall nose, bright red lips... I don't know if it is an illusion. The emperor always feels that this pity is a bit like a person, but he really can't remember who it looks like.

Seeing that the emperor was just looking at him in a daze, Zhao Wei couldn't help but cough lightly, "Ahem, Your Majesty, let this woman show it?"

The emperor returned to his senses, "Ah, okay, you can dance the best dance."

"Yes."

With a pity, the right-hand side immediately drew away to make room for her.

I regret that the clothes I wear today are wide-sleeved tulle, simple in style, convenient and beautiful to dance.

She turned her back, raised her hand, looked back, and lowered her back, showing her foundation.

The waist is soft, the dance steps are light, and one leap into the air, as if a fairy descended from the earth.

The Book of Rites couldn't help showing a satisfied smile. This pity was really good, and it was not bad compared to the previous Qingwu.

The emperor watched her dancing, his expression becoming more confused, and the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Okay, it's okay."

Zhao Wei looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty, the minister thinks this woman is enough to become the new main dancer."

The emperor frowned and nodded, "Okay, then you will lead the dance of worship for rain."

After speaking, he got up and left, and when he passed by Pitying, he unconsciously glanced at her more. Pity smiled slightly: "Send your majesty."

"Ok."

Seeing the emperor walk away in great strides, I felt pity and excitement. I thought the emperor was not young anymore, but he still looked so handsome...

Her mind became more and more active.