"Very good!" Bernard nodded with satisfaction, "Then let's enter the dance part!"
Now Bernard was becoming more and more satisfied with Nalant as he looked at him, and he immediately gave orders to everyone present.
There is no need to estimate the value of this inscribed necklace.
Just the name of its unique inscription jewelry is definitely more valuable than the second prince's ice crystal core.
As the earl ordered the musicians who had been waiting in the side corner of the hall for a long time to start playing.
As the music sounded, the surrounding nobles gave up the space in front of the high platform.
"Boy, why are you still standing there, why haven't you shown yourself to be a gentleman? Do you want a lady to take the initiative?" Before Narant could figure out what to do next, Bernard's voice came again.
The look in Nalant's eyes seemed to hate the iron.
"Oh!" Nalant realized in hindsight that this was the first time for both the original owner and him to experience such a dance.
Immediately he looked at Stella.
Stella was also watching his sexy red lips purse at the same time.
Stella wanted to refuse, but neither Nalant's courage to stand up nor his friendship in giving her this precious necklace made her unable to do so.
"Just leave him alone. It's better to just repay the favor than to dance with that Jagger!"
Stella's thinking at this time was extremely clear and she could feel that at least she did not reject this second son.
"Miss Stella, am I honored to invite you to dance with me?" Nalant is not an idiot. If he has such a good opportunity to dance with Stella, he will naturally not refuse!
Stella didn't respond, just nodded, and then stretched out her white palm and placed it on Nalant's hand.
Instantly, Nalant felt a soft and smooth feeling on his palm.
"Tsk, tsk! The palm of a silver knight is so tender and smooth!" Nalant's slender hand holding Stella felt like he wanted to squeeze it to see if it was soft and boneless.
However, after thinking about it for a while, he still resisted the urge.
Miss Stella's vindictiveness was still swirling in his mind that night. It was estimated that compared to his own, her hands were not as powerful as others.
"Jagger made a mistake in coming all the way here with you! Haha!"
Seeing Nalant holding Stella's hand and slowly walking towards the field, the silver cup in Jagger's hand was squeezed out of shape.
When the eldest prince next to him saw it, instead of comforting him, he began to tease her in a low voice.
It is obvious that there is no harmony between these two princes and most second sons and eldest sons.
"Haha! My good brother is no better off with you. You didn't come all the way to chase that woman!"
Upon hearing this, the second prince also responded coldly, but his eyes were fixed on Nalant.
Nalant doesn't care about that. The second prince has my vassal in this aristocratic world. The vassal is not my vassal. The vassal of my lord is not my lord.
So as long as you have the heart, the more bold you are, the more productive you will be.
As long as you hug Bernard's thigh, the Tulip family will not fall, and his little vassal will not fall.
In this way, in his eyes, the second prince is no different from other earls. If he quarrels with him, is it possible that he can go to the Storm Territory to cause trouble for him?
Among the envy, jealousy and hatred of all the young people, Nalant and Stella finally came to the scene.
Nalant glanced slightly at the slender waist of the cold goddess in front of him, resisted the urge to swallow, and slowly put his palm up.
When he put his palms on Stella's thin waist, Nalant clearly felt Stella's body tremble slightly.
"Hmm! Has this tulip flower really never danced with anyone of the opposite sex?"
If this was the case in ancient China, it would have been very common. After all, Chinese people tend to be conservative.
But in this Western cultural background, there are definitely few aristocratic ladies like Stella.
"Are you still dancing?" While Nalant's thoughts were wandering, Stella asked in a low voice with some embarrassment.
After this guy put his hands on his waist, he seemed to have become stupid and stayed there motionless.
If she hadn't seen the absent-minded expression on his face, Stella would have thought that the other party was deliberately delaying time to take advantage of her.
"Oh! It's so exciting!" Narantian blushed when he heard this question.
Immediately he and Stella started dancing to the melodious music.
The original owner also learned dancing in the academy for a few days. When Nalant was not dancing, he stepped on Stella.
However, although they would not step on each other, Nalant's dance was relatively awkward, but Stella's dancing skills were very superb, and under her guidance, the two of them danced in a similar manner.
"Andrew, you can't even dance well this time. Didn't you expect that he would get the chance to dance with Miss Stella for the first time!"
"Haha! O'Bairn has you, and you will not be envious of me. My little Nalant must have been favored by the God of Glory!"
"Andrew, I noticed that your speech has become increasingly unpleasant in the past two days!"
"Haha, you have to try to accept O'Brien!"
"See how proud you are. Come on, Andrew! Let's see which of us will go home lying down tonight!"
"Come here, Andrew, are you afraid of me? I'm telling you, my drinking has increased recently!"
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This first dance only lasted for two or three minutes, and the music ended after two or three minutes.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly there were bursts of applause from all around. Although the young people took the photo very perfunctorily, they had to take the photo.
"Thank you all, and I hope you all have a good time at tonight's banquet!" Stella nodded to everyone and then withdrew to the sidelines with Nalant.
"Thank you, Miss Stella, for dancing with me!"
After the dance, the opportunity for Narante and Stella to have close contact was considered over.
As a gentleman, he also needs to thank Stella.
"Well! Thank you for the gift!" Stella felt a little complicated in her heart and nodded slightly in response, then she and Nalant walked towards Bernard respectively.
No, Narant said he was not disappointed when he encountered the legendary scene of a surge of emotions after dancing. This is a normal situation.
Listening to the sound of the system completing the task in his mind, Nalant walked towards the location of Boris and others while thinking about how to obtain the reward this time.
The previously vacant dance floor in the venue has been occupied by young people.
Although in everyone's mind, tulips are the flower.
But that's just a dream.
Dreams are out of reach.
Therefore, the young people wisely returned to reality and invited the dance partners they selected during the day to dance at the venue.
"Nalant is really yours! How does it feel to dance with Miss Stella?" Just when he walked to the long table, Boris spoke to Nalant with envy.
"What does it feel like? They're all the same!" Nalant rolled his eyes.
"Where can I find the same thing? That's Miss Stella!" Boris said, "Forget it, why don't I tell you! I have to go dance first if Nalanthe is the same!"
Seeing that Nalant refused to talk about his feelings, Boris immediately lost interest, said hello and went to find a dance partner.
Seeing Boris leave, Narante recalled the smoothness of his palms and the warmth of his slender waist.
“It’s really not bad to have worked hard for thirty years less!”
