Chapter 348 Amazing Dance

  Nangong Lingyan still had no expression on his face, he glanced at Junli lightly, and nodded imperceptibly.

  Seeing this, Jun Li said with a smile, "In the next life, maybe we will never meet at all. Even if we meet, you won't be able to recognize who I am, and you won't remember that you owe me three million taels of silver."

  Everyone was speechless after hearing the words, and after talking for a long time, they still revolved around the word Yinzi...

  Nangong Lingyan was silent, looked at Junli for a while, and suddenly said, "Even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you."

  Jun Li shuddered a bit. Why do these words sound eerie?

   "Hehe, Ling Yan was joking. If a person turns into ashes, who would recognize him?" Jun Li opened his mouth, but Eunuch Yu pulled off his sleeves.

  Looking up, he heard Eunuch Yu whispering, "Your Majesty, on such a festive day, it's better not to talk about what is going to happen."

  Hearing this, the corners of Junli's mouth twitched slightly. How could she have forgotten that in this era, just like in ancient China, there is no deep taboo about those words about death.

   "I don't recognize others, but if it's you, Your Majesty, the Empress, I will definitely recognize..." The tone was flat, but Junli could hear the gnashing of teeth in the voice.

The word    curled his lips slightly, and smiled lazily, "Really? This emperor is also like this."

  Nangong Lingyan was silent, but Junli knew that if he was given a chance, he would definitely eat her alive without hesitation!

   And in a very cruel way!

but…

   There was a faint smile in her eyes, she was not afraid of him!

  The banquet is continuing...

  Holding the wine glass that Yin handed over, Jun Li hooked his lips, and the wine glass that was originally placed on his lips suddenly rotated and placed on Yin's lips.

   "Good wine deserves a beautiful woman. Let Yin drink this glass of wine." Jun Li's flirtatious smile made Yin shudder inexplicably.

  He bowed his head, with obvious anxiety in his voice, "Your Majesty's wine, slave, how dare you drink it."

  Jun Li raised his chin with his hand, leaned close to his ear, and exhaled like blue, "Is there anything you don't dare to drink from what the Emperor gave you?"

  Yin lowered her head even lower, "Slave, your status is humble, you don't deserve to drink this wine."

   After the words fell, Jun Li violently pushed him to the ground, his eyes were cold and stern, "Presumptuous! The emperor gave you fine wine to drink, and you dare to refuse!"

  The entire floor fell silent in an instant, so quiet that one could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

  When the envoys from various countries saw that Junli had just spoken softly to the beautiful man in his arms, they turned their faces and turned ruthless in the blink of an eye. The little hearts of the envoys from all over the world couldn't help but tremble. It seems that the empress of the Beirong Kingdom is still volatile!

  Yin was stunned by the sudden push, and after reacting, he quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, please punish me for my fault."

   "Punishment?" Jun Li raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled.

  The envoys of various countries were terrified. This change of face is faster than turning over a book.

   Crouching down, pulled Yin up, reached out and gently rubbed the bruise on his forehead, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

  Yin was overwhelmed by flattery, raised her head and looked at Junli cautiously, then shook her head slightly, "It doesn't hurt..."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Li's fingers pressed **** the bruise on his forehead, and he couldn't help but yelled out in pain.

   All the envoys couldn't help swallowing, this, this, this is too scary...

  Withdrawing his hand, Junli smiled coquettishly, "Now, does it hurt?"

  Yin's eyes were full of tears, and I looked pitiful.

   Seeing this, the eighth princess below felt sorry for the beautiful boy, and wanted to step forward and pull Yin over. But seeing the coldness in Junli's eyes, he couldn't help shrinking his eyes, and didn't lift up his frightened footsteps.

   "Why don't you talk?" The gentle voice made Yin tremble uncontrollably.

   "Slave..." There was a struggle in his eyes, and finally he lowered his head slightly, "It hurts..."

   As soon as the words fell, the whole person was embraced by Jun Li again, and sat on the main seat.

  The envoys no longer know what words to use to express their inner thoughts at this time. But they knew that in the future, the farther away from the Empress of the Beirong Kingdom, the better.

  As for the ministers of Beirong Kingdom, except for a few who were particularly calm, the rest also looked at each other in blank dismay, without speaking for a long time.

  Singing and dancing one after another, the performers are male and female, satisfying the tastes of people from all over the world.

  Jun Li was eating the grapes that Yin handed over, when he saw a group of men in smoky blue dance clothes walk in and start dancing.

  Junli didn't care, at least on the surface.

  The dancing posture is very beautiful and elegant, but it has no spirituality.

   She didn't say this. After all, there are some things that don't need to be said.

  Everyone watched mesmerized, and the Eighth Imperial Girl even watched without blinking.

   Just as Yi Wu was about to reach its climax, many men in smoke-blue dance clothes suddenly dispersed, revealing the man in crimson dance clothes inside.

  The man covered his face with a veil, but he couldn't hide his graceful figure, let alone his beautiful eyes that were like rippling water.

  The long crimson sleeves waved lightly, and his body danced quickly. The crimson clothes spun along with him, like a blooming rose, exuding a seductive aura everywhere.

  Everyone was dumbfounded, and the Eighth Emperor was almost drooling.

  Jun Li was also dumbfounded, but it was not because of the dancing posture, but because of the man in the crimson dress.

  How did he come here?

  Jun Li frowned, but saw the man throwing a vague glance at him.

  The scene was silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were on the man in the crimson dance suit.

  The man exudes a fatal temptation. Every move, every frown and smile, every turn and step, seems to be natural and flowing.

  Jun Li was surprised, she knew he could dance, but she never thought that he could dance so movingly. Nothing out of the ordinary, so spiritual and...perfect.

   Seemingly seeing the appreciation in Junli's eyes, the red lips under the man's veil are slightly raised, with a hint of pride. The dance became more and more exciting.

  Yin, who was lying in Junli's arms, saw that Junli's eyes were all attracted by the man in the crimson dance suit, she couldn't help lowering her eyes slightly, with a murderous look in her eyes.

   Before the dance was over, the man in the crimson dress slowly came towards Junli, and continued to dance in front of her.

   Seeing this, the eighth princess below looked at Yin in Junli's arms, and her eyes flashed with indignation.

  Master Xu on the side subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the Eighth Emperor, fearing that her impulsiveness would disrupt the banquet.

  The sound of the piano began to be weak, and Junli knew that this dance was coming to an end.

  The man in the crimson dance suit blinked slightly at Junli, and the next second, he flicked his sleeves, picked up the wine glass in front of Junli, and came to Junli's side. Gently exerting force, he squeezed Yin from Junli's arms, but he spun around and fell into Junli's arms.

  (end of this chapter)