His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

Bai Liwenxiu’s eyes are full of surprises. He hasn’t been so ecstatic for a long time. As Yun Zhu’s next prince, he has seen no less than three thousand beauties in the world, even the most talented ladies. .

However, today's dance touched him, and those gentle eyes were full of appreciation.

The woman on the round stage is beautiful, and all her smiles and frowns are like perfect works. Beauty and temperament coexist without the slightest lack. Such beauty is enough to refresh people.

Baili Wenxiu did not hesitate to admire her, but beyond that, there was no excessive emotion.

Also surprised was the eldest prince Qin Mu, who was under the emperor and took the first place, with sharp eyebrows and sharp facial features on his handsome face. Han Yan, the daughter of Prime Minister Han, had long been heard to appear on the day of birth. Xiangrui, literate at the age of three and chanting at the age of five, and writing poems at the age of seven, has long been the object of admiration for countless family ladies in the capital, but when I saw it today, it was unexpected.

Eyebrows, tenderness, shocking appearance, and the dance of the alluring city, today's show has already aroused a commotion. Qin Mu couldn't help but look at it a few more times, sipping a smile that is bound to win at the corner of his mouth. It’s time to prepare for the royal family’s selection of a wife, with talent and appearance, plus Prime Minister Han’s neutral faction, this matter...

As his thoughts were turning, Qin Mu drank the sake in his glass, showing a wicked smile.

After Han Shangqing's heart was shocked, there was a burst of ecstasy. The daughter he had high hopes did not disappoint him! Han Shangqing looked at the mesmerizing expressions of his colleagues next to him and knew that his bet was right, and Han Yan would bring him a sum of wealth and glory!

Han Shangqing blushed with excitement. Even his other daughter's affairs were thrown aside, and his heart gradually contemplated future strategies.

On the round stage, Han Yan leaned slightly, seeming to be grateful for the applause present, and then stepped back under the fiery gazes of everyone, until Han Yan walked back behind the screen and sat on the ground unsteadily, with big mouths. Gasping for breath, sweat on the back of her forehead, a stunning dance must be sweat, but she succeeded.

All the show girls looked at her silently, and they couldn't even produce jealousy. If they were too good, they could only look up. The style of that dance would never be superb.

What's worse is that the show girl who hasn't performed yet has seriously frustrated. Under such suppression by the audience, the guests can no longer watch any show. Compared with Han Yan, everything becomes rubbish. The Dance of the Allure is really amazing.

The show girls who played below were already ashamed, and walked onto the stage in despair. The show girls who had been on the stage were full of sympathy, and they were all fortunate that their numbers were ahead, so they wouldn't be crushed beyond recognition.

Han Fei looked at Han Yan, who was still panting, in the corner, and then looked away. This was the first time that there was no light smile on her face. The round face that had always been smiling was full. It is serious and tight.

Han Fei looked outside, the show **** the stage pierced through holes, stumbled and performed a sword dance, but there was not the slightest smoothness between the movements, she could see that she had no aura, and the smile on her face was very reluctant. The guests haven't recovered from Han Yan's dance, no one's attention is on the round stage to watch another show girl's performance, and more people are inquiring about Han Yan's news.

Han Yan robbed everyone's attention, and the rest of the show seemed to lose all her looks.

Han Fei quietly looked at the show girl who was about to cry on the round stage, and watched her hurriedly retreat after barely performing with the soft sword. She almost staggered back and cried while returning to the screen. She couldn't help sobbing even more, and several familiar women came forward to comfort her, but the cry was only louder.

Han Fei saw Han Yan looking over there with a disdainful expression, and then closed her eyes to rest.

Han Fei suddenly thought that Han Yan knew about her, knew the impact she had caused, and knew that the show girls behind her no longer needed to exist. She became the protagonist of the entire theater, and the rest were just beam jumping clowns, these beam jumping clowns. It became her theater show, ridiculed.

The drooping hand squeezed tightly.

Han Fei turned and looked in the direction of the male god. At this time, the big fat man who had blocked his vision had moved away. Han Fei passed through the crowd and saw him.

He lowered his head, the mask on his face was still glowing with silver light, and his posture was stiff, as if he had maintained it for a long time.

Han Fei was a little uncomfortable thinking, it turned out that he also saw God, hasn't he recovered yet?

That's right, Han Yan's dance is accompanied by a burst of fragrance. Who else can resist it? Han Fei even saw that even the emperor on the high platform showed appreciation. How could ordinary men resist it?

Han Fei didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable. It was like being grabbed by someone's heart. Everyone could see the gods, but he was the only one...and the sick child could not!

She paid so much, healed his illness, ran for him in the rain, exchanged medicinal materials for him, made silk ribbons for him, concentrated on acupuncture and moxibustion for him, and could not sleep well at night. She did so many things, and it was hard to do so. I barely saw a little hope, and finally saw waves in his eyes, how could he be defeated so easily by another person!

A song of dance messed up the heart of the pool.

On the round stage, one after another show girls came to the stage and came back crying one after another. The contrast was too strong. Almost every show girl was the girl of heaven. How could he ever be treated with such indifference? The grievances full of heart are just unwilling.

Han Fei stood there blankly. She didn't look at the show girls. She was just looking at that person. A wry smile appeared from the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, she felt that all her hard work in those days was the sweat she swayed in the virtual space. It's just a joke.

The person who said he wanted to look at her was gone.

Just when Han Fei was so wronged, she saw that the man suddenly raised his head, and the eyes of the two collided.

Qin Che looked at the round head protruding from the back of the screen. His chubby face was still scared, as if his eyes were red. What's wrong?

Qin Che frowned. He hadn't seen such a desperate Han Fei. There seemed to be a trace of grievance on that face?

What's up with her?

Qin Che was a little worried, his thin lips lightly opened, and a name popped out silently.

At this moment, Han Fei seemed to hear the cry from the distant horizon, obviously there was no sound, but at this moment her world was so silent, she heard it, she heard him calling her.

"Han Fei..."

At this moment, the originally uncomfortable heart swelled instantly.

Bang-bang-bang-

Han Fei heard her heart beating enthusiastically and firmly.