When the words fell and the music started, Baoer raised her hands and danced her sleeves. Just when the first drum beat sounded, she unfolded the fan in her hand, and the followers flexibly waved it, closed and unfolded it, and controlled every node very well.

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The guests' eyes couldn't help but light up.

Fu Sichen stared straight at the figure on the drum. In terms of figure and dancing posture, she may not be the most professional among them, but she has a playful sense among them that is unique to her age. With her fan turned on,

When she stepped on the spot, her white and tender bare feet gently stepped on the big drum under her feet, as if she were in the water, light and playful, locking everyone's eyes on her dancing posture.

The music stopped, the fan was raised high, and the whole thing ended beautifully.

There were no mistakes in the whole process! Moreover, the dance postures and strength were well controlled, and there was also a small highlight of the fan.

The emperor suddenly felt a sense of relief that "a daughter has grown up in my family" and stood up to applaud.

Everyone hurriedly followed, and deafening applause resounded throughout the hall. Yuan Baoer was a little flattered when he stood on top of the drum, and glanced in Fu Sichen's direction.

The man sat lazily on the chair and applauded her, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

She succeeded!

The three brothers of the Jiang family gathered at the table and Jiang Qianwu couldn't help but grin: "Our Bao'er is so good, isn't he? He dances really well, without making any mistakes."

"It's not just awesome, it's simply arrogant!" Jiang Muchen couldn't applaud and stomped his feet excitedly.

Jiang Ruohan directly hugged her off the drum and jumped happily: "I didn't expect that so many girls older than you are not as good as our Bao'er. You are too powerful, aren't you?!"

She giggled, got out of his arms, and walked to her mother: "Mother, am I a good dancer?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yanran was so moved that she cried. She held the handkerchief in one hand and burst into tears: "Yes, my baby dances really beautifully."

Not only was she crying, but her father's eyes were also a little red. He reached out and took her in his arms, and said touchedly: "Our baby has grown up. I didn't expect to be able to do things so well. Dad didn't even expect it."

You can be so successful."

When she heard this, she pursed her lips unhappily: "Dad doesn't take me seriously. My daughter works very hard. She practices in her room every night just to bring glory to her father.

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Yuan Cheng immediately apologized: "Yes, yes, dad underestimated you a little. Can dad apologize to you?"

She leaned on her father's shoulder and smiled happily: "I will forgive you if you give me candy, father."

The loving interaction between father and daughter made the other invited female relatives laugh and gather around to congratulate them: "Congratulations to Prime Minister Yuan, Mrs. Yuan, and congratulations to the princess!"

She returned the gift politely, and suddenly noticed Fu Sichen sitting alone on the side.

The directions between her and him were like two worlds.

How could anyone dare to ignore him?

Seeing him sitting there alone, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she walked through the crowd and walked to him: "Brother Fu, I succeeded." She put the fan on his table and said, "Thank you also for this pair.

The fan gave me a good fortune."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and some people were surprised that a little girl like her dared to talk to Fu Sichen.

Although it is quite unusual for Fu Sichen to appear here, the emperor always invites him to various gatherings, but no one except the emperor dares to talk to him.

But now, this little six-year-old girl is calmly thanking him here.

You wouldn't...have been reprimanded by him, right?

Everyone was feeling uneasy, but Fu Sichen calmly held the cup, glanced at the fans neatly arranged on his desk, and waved to her.

She walked up to him obediently, and her head was gently touched:

"well done."

Just these three low words made her heart tremble, as if something had touched her heartstrings, and she looked at him blankly.

There was still a hint of wine fragrance lingering around him, which seemed to be intoxicating just by smelling it.

Bao'er stood blankly, not knowing what to say, until a delicate picture scroll box was handed to her: "A congratulatory gift for you."

"Eh?"

She was startled and opened it, revealing a picture of hundreds of horses.

The curious female family members stretched their necks to take a look and were shocked by the content in the painting: "Isn't this the "Hundred Horses" painted by the painter Lang Shining? I heard that this painting costs a thousand taels of gold, but it is of the highest quality!"

The crowd suddenly became excited. Who doesn't know that the Holy Emperor likes to collect paintings, and this painting is one of his obsessions. But unfortunately, the owner of this painting is Fu Sichen.

The emperor helplessly held his forehead.

He had used many methods to get this painting out of Fu Sichen's hands. He never expected, never expected that the painting he was willing to pay a high price for would actually fall into the hands of his niece. Or simply

A way of "congratulations" appears here.

Yuan Baoer was very pleasantly surprised. He looked at Fu Sichen. His expression was calm and there was a hint of enlightened smile at the corner of his mouth: "You like horses, right?"

"I like it!" She nodded heavily, put it away carefully, and then looked at the other picture of the scroll: "Is this also for me?"

He nodded.

She slowly unfolded it, and when she saw the content on the painting, she was even more surprised than the "Hundred Horses Picture" just now.

It's her in the painting.

Wearing a pink skirt, tied with two cute little buns, the rest of her long hair was hanging loose, and she was holding a snow-white bunny in her arms, standing under the osmanthus tree, like a little fairy.

"Did you draw this?" She was extremely surprised.

Fu Sichen nodded silently, and she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to gently touch herself: "I don't think I'm that good-looking."

"No." He looked at her: "The painting is not one-tenth as good as yours."

Yuan Baoer was startled when he heard this, lowered his head in embarrassment, looked at himself in the painting, and smiled with satisfaction: "This painting is my favorite."

When Fu Sichen heard this, he slowly smiled: "Yes."

Everyone gasped.

Oh my god, this man has such a gentle smile.

He actually has such a gentle side?

It seemed that the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere between the two people was exaggerated, and Prime Minister Yuan's original unhappy mood also faintly dissipated.

Despite this, he still couldn't accept that this guy coveted his daughter!

But my daughter did look very happy.

He was a little speechless.

"I will hang it on the bedside." She held the painting in her arms. The painting worth thousands of gold was obviously in the box, but she treasured this one very much: "Thank you, Brother Fu. But..."

She thought of a question: "What if I don't succeed this time? Did you bring these scrolls in vain?"
Chapter completed!