Two Jurchen girls knelt down beside Shao Shude with the newly made food, and raised them high to offer them.

The head people's eyes turned involuntarily.

Shao Shude looked at it, chuckled, grabbed the dried rabbit and stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing it.

Everyone was moved and cheered.

Raw rabbit stems are one of the traditional Jurchen foods, which outsiders generally don’t get used to. In addition, this is the food brought by Wanyan. The saint of Daxia eats it without changing his face. This courage is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

Wanyan Xiu also came over, bowed in conscience, and said, "Long live my emperor!"

The two girls were asked to signal him, one on the left and the other on the right, holding Shao Shude's arms, blushing beyond words.

Shao Shude laughed.

The Jurchen woman looks like that, not ugly, but she is so beautiful when she is exposed to the wind and sun? She smells it too strong and can she smell it from afar, but he still accepts it. It is also good to go back to do odd jobs as a palace servant.

Seeing this, Wu Yanyi also got up and danced a dance.

The middle of the dance, two girls also blushed and served a bowl of freshly prepared food.

Shao Shude controlled his facial muscles hard, fixed his smile, reached out and grabbed a piece of raw deer tongue, dipped it in the sauce in the bowl, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

After finishing his jump, Wu Yan went up to bow and shouted, "Long live my emperor!"

The two girls rushed into Shao Shude's arms and pushed Wanyan's woman aside, causing them to glar at each other.

Seeing that someone was about to dance again, Shao Shude couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes kept indicating that Luo Yanjun Youyi sent Shulu Porun to get up immediately, danced, and sang in Khitan, Chinese mixed with:

"A night banquet was held to worship (Shesheng) ministers (gived to the gift),"

"The two sides have a lot of love (communication) and interweaving (heavy)."

"The humble minister Yalu (worshiping) wishes Ruotong (blessing),"

"The iron palm of the Holy Shou (Songgao) is all the best (Wuji)."

Shao Shude smiled with his palm, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, suppressing the tumbling in his stomach.

Uncle Cao, who dares to serve dark food again, I’m really turning against you!

After finishing the singing and dancing, Shulu Po Run fell to the ground: "Long live my emperor!"

Next, the leaders danced one by one, and after the dance, they bowed and expressed their surrender.

Fortunately, the food is relatively normal: milk porridge, pickled fish, barbecue, lamb patties, etc.

After everyone finished dancing, Shao Shude also laughed, took off his black lambskin coat, stood up and left the table.

As the Kansai Dance King came on stage, the atmosphere suddenly became warm.

He danced left and right, and the bright and fierce Hu Xuanwu shone brightly under the night sky. The dance moves Xiao Shiwu's personal guidance were also very well-intentioned, but there was no enchanting meaning, and it was full of masculinity as a killer of an old man on the field.

After the dance, the audience was solemn, and then cheers were everywhere, and everyone fell to the ground: "Long live my emperor!"

The Tiande Army envoy Cai Songyang and the Tielin Army envoy Fu Cunshen looked at each other in the distance and smiled.

The Emperor of Central Plains, is there anyone who gets along with the Hu people like this?
Chapter completed!