The Mongolian prince said it triumphantly, and the corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly.
What he said was strange, as if he was dancing in the palace to please Ji Wanrong.
Mo Jiecheng snorted coldly, crossed his arms over his chest, and spoke in a yin and yang tone.
"If it is just the palm dance, the prince does not need to perform it once. Beili has already had the dance of palm dance. It is to let the light and weak palace maid dance in the palm of the big man. There is no difference other than that."
After he finished speaking, his eyes scanned Ji Wanrong's body, and he added secretly, "I must be tired of seeing this palm dance in Prince Han's palace. There is really nothing new!"
The Mongolian prince also snorted coldly when he heard the indescribable yin and yang in Mo Jiecheng's tone.
"The palm dance of the Mongolian tribe is different from that of Beili. A strong man from the Mongolian tribe dances in the palm of another strong man. I must have never seen such a dance before, right?"
After the Mongolian prince finished speaking, he saluted the emperor with a smile.
When the emperor nodded slightly, he turned around and saluted Ji Wanrong gracefully.
That little appearance almost made Mo Jiecheng bite his gums.
"Today, I will personally perform for Emperor Beili and Princess Beili, dancing in the palm of my hand to add to the fun!"
After he spoke to Ji Wanrong politely, the corners of her mouth twitched again.
It's okay to say this to the emperor. What's the point of saluting her for no reason?
The people in the main hall looked at the Mongolian prince's muscular appearance, his body covered with fat, and his two long legs that looked like the legs of two elephants, and they all marveled at him.
Not to mention his whole body, just this one leg, pressing on the palm of the person, the palm may be crushed and fractured.
Concubine Hua looked at her two-hundred-pound brother in disbelief: "Dancing on the palms? Do you want to dance on the palms of your hands? Or do you want people to dance on the palms of your hands?"
If her brother is asked to do the following, she will never allow it!
If there were no accidents in the dance, then his palms would probably become useless!
The Mongolian prince finally noticed Concubine Hua at this moment. He smiled cheerfully at Concubine Hua: "My younger brother used to do the same thing in the tribe. Naturally, I personally danced for Emperor Beili!"
After hearing this, Concubine Hua patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
But he heard the voice of the Mongolian prince ring again: "But my sister was right to remind me, and I suddenly remembered that there is no one to cooperate with this palm dance."
"As my Mongolian tribe wants to be friends with Beili Yong, why not invite a Han from Beili to perform this dance with my Mongolian tribe? It also represents the deep affection between the two peoples!"
As soon as he said these words, Ji Wanrong immediately frowned.
But the expression of the Mongolian prince looked very sincere. He looked around the hall, and then looked at a soldier holding a sword in the corner of the hall.
"Beili Kingdom is indeed a country full of talents. When I look at this guard, he seems to have a lot of skills. Don't worry, you just need to stay still down there. I, the prince, will twist it!"
As soon as the Mongolian prince finished speaking, Ji Wanrong followed his line of sight and saw a familiar face.
It's the elder brother, Ji Lingxiao!
Ji Wanrong's breath was suffocated, and he refused without thinking.
But there was a voice faster than him, it was Mo Jiecheng.
"No, my brother-in-law's legs have just recovered. He has never danced before. His ability is shallow and he cannot bear the prince's weight of more than 200 kilograms!"
The Mongolian prince frowned slightly, and his originally smiling face was now a little unhappy.
"Why can't anything I say work? Are all Han people so useless? I used to be in the Mongolian tribe, but I cooperated well with others and performed the beautiful palm dance."
"If people from the Mongolian tribe can do it, but the Han people say they can't, then it seems that the Han people can't do it! Isn't this prince deliberately making things difficult for you?"
These words made the emperor lose his face. He frowned slightly and looked at Ji Lingxiao.
"Ling Xiao, can you do it?"
There was no expression on Ji Lingxiao's face. He just walked to the middle of the hall with a serious face, knelt down on one knee and said something.
"Wei Chen takes orders."
The Mongolian prince was a little happy now.
"No, no! Your Majesty, he can't agree!"
Ji Wanrong stood up from his seat, causing everyone to look at him sideways.
"This is not a question of whether Mongolian or Han people can do it. My daughter-in-law is analyzing it from a doctor's perspective. If there was no cooperation and integration in the past, two people who met for the first time would definitely be injured if they did such a dance move!"
"My daughter-in-law can be sure that not only my brother, but also the Mongolian prince will fall to the ground. If he is not careful, his tail vertebra will be injured and his whole body will be paralyzed. This will not be worth the gain!"
The Mongolian prince's frown became even tighter. He used to dance every day in his tribe, but he didn't see any impact at all, and it wasn't as scary as the woman in front of him said!
The sharp-tongued kitten in front of me must be deliberately alarmist in order to protect her brother!
He really doesn’t believe in evil!
"Your Majesty! Is it true that I can't perform for you? Is there really no one in Beili?"
He looked at the emperor with a sad expression.
The emperor was a little unhappy, a little impatient with him, and felt a little pity for Ji Lingxiao in front of him.
But hearing his sincere words, he still spoke calmly: "Ling Xiao is injured, so it's better to find someone else."
After he finished speaking, he glanced around and pointed at a stout-looking little eunuch.
"Just you!"
Eunuch Gao, who was standing next to the emperor, trembled and turned to look at his apprentice with a bitter look on his face.
If this unlucky child had his hand broken today, his future in the palace would be ruined.
The eunuch is a disabled person. He has no roots and no hands in this life. He is afraid that he will not be able to reincarnate in the next life!
He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and patted the little eunuch on the head: "Idiot, go ahead, today it's up to you to see what happens to you!"
When the little eunuch raised his head, he saw tears in his master's eyes. He bowed his waist and walked out silently.
"If the prince and the little eunuch really succeed in dancing, I don't know whether it is the credit of the little eunuch or the Mongolian people. After all, the ones who contributed the effort seem to be our Beili people. Even if they succeed, they will probably be called Beili. Dance in the palm of your hand, right?"
"If the prince uses this dance to ask me to change my story and say that Mongolian dance is not boring, and to apologize to you, then I will not comply!"
The Mongolian prince looked at Ji Wanrong who spoke suspiciously, feeling a little impatient with her repeated changes of rhetoric.
"Okay! Since you are sure that this prince will fall, then I will call the Mongolian people. If I and him perform perfectly, then you Beili people are too weak!"
Ji Wanrong's method of provoking generals really worked. The Mongolian prince who did not believe in evil hated being questioned the most, so he randomly selected a strong man from his tribe.
The strong man was twice as big as the little eunuch, and he looked like he would not fall.
He didn't believe that this sharp-tongued kitten could say anything accurately.
The little eunuch walked to the center of the hall as if he was going to die. After listening to the Mongolian prince's words, he went back in a daze.
Eunuch Gao stood behind him and patted his shoulder. He raised his head with lingering fear. Following Eunuch Gao's gaze, what he saw was Ji Wanrong's calm profile.
Eunuch Gao smiled and sighed, and whispered in his ear: "Look, idiot, she is your creation!"
The little eunuch stared at Ji Wanrong in a daze.
Under Ji Wanrong's calm eyes, the Mongolian prince took off his shirt, asked the people around him to blow the horns, and then entered the field shirtless and excited.
He is ready to amaze the audience and the kitten!
