As soon as he came on stage, the beautiful lady attracted everyone's eyes firmly and never left for a moment. Meng Jian on the right widened his eyes, and his eyes followed the woman tightly, as if he had sucked his soul away.

Jiang Chengjia's gentle body is like a lotus floating above the floating pool water, rising and closing, and every glance and smile is charming.

The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like white snow, the waist is like plain buns, and the teeth are like shells. The long sleeves are thrown into the sky very skillfully and come out with one blow. Sometimes they relax their hands, and the long sleeves in their hands are folded up and gently float out, like a pen walking around the dragon painting, and the jade sleeves are full of wind, which is elegant and agile.

Ning Nanyou, who was on the main seat, saw the woman wearing a red dress and long gauze, with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and her dance posture was unmatched. Her bright eyes with a rosy and watery light had a unique seductive attitude. Before she knew it, a strange sense of familiarity emerged from the center.

Those faint and waving eyes always give him a sense of familiarity. He turned his pupils and the corner of his mouth that had been slightly raised slowly fell down at this moment.

The dancing woman in the hall was like a little elves in the flowers, stirring everyone's hearts around.

Lu Xun and Zhou Yuanmo, who were sitting left and right, were both surprised by the woman's dance skills and could not extricate themselves. Lu Xun never knew that this woman could dance so gracefully in addition to her excellent singing voice, just like a light swallow flying.

Zhou Yuanmo was even more surprised. Unexpectedly, she was not showing off her mountain and leaking water, and she had such wonderful dancing skills.

After the dance, everyone seemed to be stunned as if they had not yet come back to their senses. It was not until Ning Nanyou took the lead and applauded, Meng Huai, who had been stunned by the beauty of the woman, came back to his senses and immediately echoed and shouted: "Okay! The girl's dance posture is really wonderful!"

The hall suddenly burst into applause.

Jiang Chengjia gasped slightly, but after dancing, he did not forget to gently withdraw his long sleeves scattered on the ground, then bowed and bowed forward, saying, "I am not a clumsy skill, so I am not a good place to be a great place, I am here to show my ugly face."

"Hey! Girl is too modest." Meng Jian laughed and said, "Your Wu Zhenzhen is the best in the world just now. Your graceful and light steps are more beautiful than the dancer Gu has seen in this life. Gu likes it very much!"

Jiang Chengjia smiled sweetly at Meng Jian, a hint of charm appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, and his figure turned slightly soft and said weakly: "The king is wrong."

"Hahaha!" Meng Gan laughed happily, "It is a lifelong blessing for Gu to be lucky enough to meet such a beauty here today."

Ning Nanyou, who was sitting upright, bent his eyes and said lightly: "It's good to have fun with the king."

Meng Jian turned around and looked at the dancer standing in the hall, deliberately lowered his rough tone and asked gently, "I wonder if I can learn the name of a beauty?"

Seeing him asking, Jiang Chengjia nodded slightly at Meng Jian and said softly: "King Bing, my servant's name is Shuihe."

"Thousands of mountains and trees reflect the water, and the big and small rivers are stacked with shadows." Zhou Yuanmo, who was standing by, said this poem by a strange man, which attracted several people to look at him.

His expression stopped, raised his eyes and looked at everyone, and said a little embarrassedly: "Does the name of the little maid come from this poem?"

Jiang Chengjia lowered his head, his face turned red, and his jade sleeves covered his face and smiled slightly, "Mr. Chen is really joking. My maid is only a singer for a time... I don't know a few big words, and the name was also taken by the guest when he was on the Shuixiongtai. I really don't know what the poem said by Master is."

Zhou Yuanmo's face slowed down slightly and said, "It's my fault...it makes you mention the sad things."

Ning Nanyou stared at the two people talking in front of him, looked at Meng Gan, whose eyes had never left the dancer, and coughed gently, "Shuihe, I think it's King Wuhu who is very interested in your dance just now... Why don't you serve the king quickly for a meal?"

The beauty in the hall trembled slightly, turned slowly, stared at Junhou who was sitting upright in the hall and took a closer look, then bowed and obediently, "Here."

She walked slowly towards Meng Jian with lotus steps, and her eyes and mouth said with a warm smile: "King, please let me serve you for meals."

This soft and gentle voice came into Meng Gan's ears, as if it could melt him sweetly in an instant. His eyes were staring at Jiang Chengjia's face and refused to leave. He nodded at her and said, "Everything is up to you."

Ning Nanyou glanced at the situation below, then raised his hand and ordered the village to continue the banquet.

During the meal, Jiang Chengjia tried every means to please Meng Dan, but he had to struggle to avoid his stingy hands. After a while, his face looked a little tired.

Ning Nanyou didn't know what was going on at this moment, and he always looked at the dancer called Shuihe. He knew that this dancer was the maid who had made a pot of tea for him in the east wing before.

It was obviously a face I had never seen before, but he just felt that the woman's eyes had a spirit that made him particularly familiar and moved.

Then, Jiang Chengjia's playful smile appeared in his mind. He waved away the ghost shadows that were stacked up in front of him with a little annoyance, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the wine cup beside him and started drinking.

Lu Xun soon noticed something wrong with Ning Nanyou. Seeing that he had a rare drink, he was shocked.

Jiang Chengjia and Meng Jian were laughing and saying this with a banquet. While pouring wine, Meng Jian was completely fascinated by her.

Halfway through the banquet, Meng Jian's mouth was extremely dry due to constant drinking, and he wanted to drink tea again. Jiang Chengjia, who was waiting beside him, could not refuse, so he could only pick up the tea set next to him and cook tea for the man.

Just at this moment, Ning Nanyou's eyes fell on her. Seeing that she was going to make tea, she stared at her with great interest.

When the woman was baking tea cakes, her other hand habitually knocked her knees, staring at the fire naturally and became stunned. This small movement made Ning Nanyou frown immediately, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, so she continued to stare at the woman.

Then he found that the woman's various little habits when making tea and foam made him particularly familiar with her. He quickly figured out the source of this sense of familiarity.

In the past, Jiang Chengjia also had these little habits when making tea for him.

After pouring a cup of tea for Meng Jian at the foot of the street, he finally found his close-knit gaze. Ning Nanyou had no choice but to withdraw his gaze.

Jiang Chengjia turned his head alertly and saw Junhou still closing his eyes and listening to the musician in front of the court, he thought he had just had hallucinations.

She came back to her senses and found that Meng Huan's pair of calloused hands turned toward her waist again. So she hurriedly turned around and hurriedly said, "Master, drink more..."

Meng Jian never took advantage of her. Not only did he not feel angry, but he also aroused his desire to possess her.

What you can't get is always the best.

Jiang Chengjia stared at Meng Jian's face and couldn't help but sneer. So he quietly took out a very small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. When everyone was not paying attention, he got some unknown powder into Meng Jian's wine. Then he put on a smile and persuaded Meng Jian to drink the wine.

She continued to serve Meng Huan as if nothing had happened. Not long after, the person felt a hot feeling in his abdomen, frowned, and felt that it was not painful.

Jiang Chengjia poured another cup of wine, then picked up some dishes into Meng Jian's bowl, and smiled and said, "Master, come... you can't drink all the time, you should eat some food."

Meng Hua suddenly felt uncomfortable in his abdomen, and a feeling of excretion in his body came, so he hurriedly stood up, and did not even ask Ning Nanyou for instructions, so he took a detour from the screen in the hall and rushed out.

Ning Nanyou was shocked when he saw him suddenly getting up and rushing out. He chased him behind and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with the king?"

"Go to the toilet!" A loud shout came, and everyone saw the man with a strong and wide back and a burly figure rushed out of the yard, grabbed the confused head of the village and disappeared.

Lu Xun's face changed slightly, he turned his head and looked at Ning Nanyou. Seeing him thrust at him, he stood up and ran outwards with Meng Jian's steps.

The music in the hall continued, Jiang Chengjia stayed on the left side of Meng Jian's seat as usual, waiting for his return obediently, but he had an abacus in his heart.

Unintentionally, her slender fingers placed on her knees and gently tapped them.

Ning Nanyou didn't notice this. But it was Meng Huan who left. He turned his eyes to look at Jiang Chengjia, and saw this small movement that made him look even more familiar again, and his heart trembled.

His face suddenly changed from plain to gloomy, and a faint anger arose in his heart.

After a cup of tea, Meng Jian returned from the outside, feeling very uncomfortable, and his face was bleak. When he walked back from behind the screen to the seat, he became a little weak and had no strength to continue playing Jiang Chengjia's idea. He sat there motionlessly.

Seeing that he had returned, Jiang Chengjia took the initiative to lean on and whispered to comfort him: "What's wrong with the king? But if you don't eat properly, your spleen and stomach are a little uncomfortable, and your stomach is causing trouble?"

Although Meng Huai was a little exhausted, he couldn't bear to let the beauty be left alone, so he replied with a forced smile and said lightly: "It's okay for me, it's not because of my stomach. I didn't feel any pain in my abdomen. Maybe it was caused by the fatigue of several days in a row, so it would be fine. I was lucky enough to meet a beauty today, so I naturally can't miss such a good opportunity. Let's continue! We must have the best time!"

Jiang Chengjia agreed with him with a sweet smile on his lips, and added some vegetables to Meng Jian. He added some vegetarian dishes with chopsticks. He carefully followed a delicate hand under the chopsticks and slowly handed them to Meng Jian and said, "My king, it must be that you have just drunk a lot of tea and wine on an empty stomach that will become like this... Eat some vegetables and food to fill your stomach."

Meng Jian was confused by her, and he was about to fall into her beautiful eyes and soft and warm tone, and nodded obediently.

"Ah..." Jiang Chengjia said softly, signaling him to open his mouth.
Chapter completed!