Everyone present turned their eyes in Ji Wanrong's direction.
There was worry, ridicule, and gloating in his eyes.
Ji Wanrong took a deep breath, calmly met the mocking gaze, and said nothing.
The huge palace fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
It wasn't until the emperor's eyes darkened slightly and he slowly spoke in the direction of Ji Wanrong that he interrupted the weird atmosphere in the hall at this moment.
"Princess Han, what do you think?"
As the king of a country, the emperor naturally could not reject the Mongolian prince's request for Ji Wanrong.
But he also didn't want his daughter-in-law to dance in front of Mongolia and become a dancer. This would simply disgrace Beili.
His inquiry threw the mess onto Ji Wanrong's head.
Seeing Ji Wanrong sitting without answering, Mo Jiecheng felt relieved for her.
He frowned and stood up from his seat.
"The Prince of Mongolia praised me, and I and the princess deserve it. However, the princess has a distinguished status and cannot perform the dance on the spot. I ask the Prince of Mongolia for your forgiveness."
The Mongolian prince raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the emperor with provocative eyes: "Oh? Why can't the princess dance? In Mongolia, everyone sings and dances. Could it be that the princess can't dance?"
I thought that when the Mongolian prince came forward to Mo Jiecheng, he would just let it go, but I didn't expect that he would be so unyielding and aggressive.
Ever since Concubine Hua married into Beili, Mongolia has always bowed to Beili, but now the Mongolian prince's behavior seems to have other thoughts.
When the emperor heard this, he looked at Mojie City with majestic eyes, but said nothing.
Mo Jiecheng naturally knew the deep meaning in the emperor's eyes, and his expression gradually became serious.
Concubine Hua's expression changed, and she looked in the direction of the Mongolian prince with some confusion.
But the unhurried voice of the Mongolian prince sounded again.
"It would be fine if Lord Han admitted that his princess has no talent and can't dance; but this prince saw everyone in Beili praising her. How could a princess who can't even dance get such praise? Beili is Are there no talents left?”
These words were a slap in the face to Beili and Mo Jiecheng.
A stern smile appeared on Mo Jiecheng's face. At this moment, he didn't even want to joke anymore, and just wanted to attack the Mongolian prince.
"Of course it's not because she can't jump. I've said it before. It's because the princess can't jump! Because in the princess's belly..."
Before Mo Jiecheng finished speaking, a woman's gentle voice dispelled the serious atmosphere in the hall like spring breeze and rain, and interrupted Mo Jiecheng's words.
Ji Wanrong was very angry, and the expression on his face was not very good.
What did Mo Jiecheng mean just now, was he to lie to the emperor regardless, saying that she was pregnant, so that he could delay the Mongolian prince's troubles and eliminate her desire to reconcile?
His card counting is also very good!
Ji Wanrong sneered and spoke to the Mongolian prince.
"I have always heard that the people of the Mongolian tribes are good at singing and dancing. They were born in the grasslands, but Beili is a country of etiquette, and the folk customs are different."
"It is normal for the Mongolian prince who is accustomed to the grassland style to feel bored for a while just watching Beili's songs and dances without understanding the elegance of the poems and lyrics."
Ji Wanrong's words were a veiled insinuation that the Mongolian prince was rich and crude and did not know how to appreciate the deep connotation of Beili's dance.
What she said was so wonderful, she suppressed it first and then raised it, making it impossible for anyone to find fault with it.
Sure enough, everyone in Beili in the hall smiled, and even the emperor's tense back relaxed slightly at this moment.
The smile on the emperor's face expressed that he was satisfied with Ji Wanrong's words.
But the Mongolian prince's face suddenly darkened because of Ji Wanrong's words.
Concubine Hua repeatedly winked at Prince Mongolia, but Prince Mongolia ignored Concubine Hua.
"It is obvious to all that the Mongolians are good at singing and dancing, but the four words "a land of etiquette" can be used by everyone. If a person who cannot dance claims that he is a country of etiquette, will this prince still be a country of etiquette? Do you want to fall in love with her? If this is the case, Princess Han is really a polite and righteous person."
After the Mongolian prince finished speaking, he burst out laughing.
This last sentence of etiquette and righteousness is not only an allusion, but also a counterattack against Ji Wanrong's statement just now that he "doesn't understand poetry". It is also an extreme humiliation to Ji Wanrong.
Everyone present who understood what he said changed their expressions.
Even Mo Jiecheng's hands at his side were clenched tightly into fists.
Mo Jiecheng stared at the Mongolian prince with a gloomy face, but when he saw Ji Wanrong, he still laughed out loud.
Her silver bell-like laughter stunned the Mongolian prince who was originally laughing heartily.
But I heard her continue: "Now it seems that it is a rumor that the Mongolian people are good at singing and dancing. Mongolian people and dance are also very boring!"
His words made all the Mongolian envoys present change their expressions in an instant.
The Mongolian prince jumped up and said, "Our ability to sing and dance is recognized by Jiuzhou, but you deliberately say we are boring. What do you mean?"
Ji Wanrong smiled slightly: "Just now, the Mongolian prince said that Beili's dance is boring, but His Majesty still smiled and asked you why you said that. But when I said that Mongolian dance is boring, you got angry and lost a prince. His demeanor, does this prove that Beili is etiquette-based and tolerant of others?"
"Prince of Mongolia, you don't know how to appreciate poetry, and you even used the wrong allusion. You said in public that I am a righteous person, maybe to praise my princess, but you don't know the derogatory meaning of this allusion. The words in it The meanness is really disgusting."
"You don't understand Chinese culture, and I don't want to care about it. But this dance is for people who understand. Today, in front of the prince, I will not be able to obey!"
Ji Wanrong's series of words were so wonderful that they directly pointed out the humiliating meaning in his words, leaving the Mongolian prince speechless.
At this moment, everyone in the hall had a look of victory on their faces, and even the emperor looked at Ji Wanrong with a hint of approval.
The Mongolian prince grinded his teeth. Since Ji Wanrong said this, he could only apologize: "I, the prince, misunderstood the meaning of this word. Please ask Princess Haihan. I, the prince, apologize to you."
Halfway through his words, he immediately changed the topic: "But the princess just said that the songs and dances of the Mongolian tribe are boring. Shouldn't she also apologize to this prince?"
He squinted and his interested eyes roamed Ji Wanrong's face. Besides anger, there was also a bit of appreciation for Ji Wanrong on his face.
"It was because of the prince's remarks that I was asked to assert just now. However, in order for me to correct my words, seeing is believing. It is up to the prince to try his best to prove it for himself."
Ji Wanrong's voice was soft, as if hovering faintly above the beams of the hall.
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he was not angry. He looked at Ji Wanrong with a smile, showing a very good talker.
Mo Jiecheng looked at that look and secretly felt a little unhappy in his heart.
"Since the princess is so eloquent, I will naturally do what the princess said. The Mongolian people sing and dance, and one of the dances called palm dance will definitely satisfy the princess."
