feiniaonovel Chapter 1861 - 1849: See You There
Chapter 1861 - 1849: See You There
Seeing Batu approach, Song Chongjin and Fu Jian stopped their conversation and looked over.
Batu concealed his inner confusion, walked forward with a smile: "The banquet is about to start, please, my lords—"
Fu Jian went forward to exchange pleasantries with Batu about him personally coming over, while Song Chongjin turned his head upon hearing the sound from the tent.
The tent opened, and Wang Yongzhu walked out.
She went in supposedly to dress up, but actually only changed into slightly more formal attire, with a few more hairpins.
With just a little touch-up, she looked radiant, especially with the backdrop of the bonfire, appearing even more outstanding and elegant.
Speaking of Fu Jian, when he first met Wang Yongzhu, Lady Dingguo, she was dressed as a man and appeared as a handsome youth. He never expected that in women’s clothes she would be such a rare beauty.
He couldn’t help but glance at Song Chongjin; this Lord Song truly has good fortune. Although he had a tough youth, now he is enjoying a turnaround, born noble, and steadily the next heir to the Duke Weiguo Residence.
Not to mention, now His Majesty favors him, giving him important tasks, with a promising future ahead.
His virtuous wife is also remarkable, not only having a close relationship with the Empress but also being exceptionally capable. From a farmer’s daughter, she seized the opportunity, now becoming a First-Rank Enjoin Lady.
Previously, it was said that this Lady Dingguo was fierce and jealous. Seeing her now, with such beauty, such temperament and skills, anyone else would also cherish her, right?
One must know, the Emperor sent him not only to assist Song Chongjin but more to help Wang Yongzhu.
The secret decree he received stated that upon reaching the Grasslands Royal Capital, all actions should follow Wang Yongzhu’s arrangements, providing her with all conveniences.
Thinking of this, looking at Wang Yongzhu, Fu Jian couldn’t help but worry about the color of Song Chongjin’s hat.
But this was just a fleeting thought in his mind, without any trace on his face.
Although Batu was Qi Huan’s person, he rarely saw Qi Huan. In his heart, Qi Huan was a goddess-like figure, full of reverence, with not the slightest daring thought.
He had some status in the Grasslands Royal Capital, naturally lacking neither power nor beauty, and wasn’t short on experience.
At this moment, seeing Wang Yongzhu, he was somewhat stunned. Though this Lady Dingguo might not be the most beautiful, her distinct charisma made one want to take another look.
A general impression formed in his heart that this Lady Dingguo wasn’t an ordinary noblewoman.
But he quickly concealed his thoughts, said nothing more, and just made a gesture of invitation.
Song Chongjin naturally held Wang Yongzhu’s hand, walking ahead, followed by Fu Jian and Batu.
Upon reaching the nomad’s tent, they saw that a table was already set up beside the bonfire, and the ground was covered with thick wool felt.
Song Chongjin and Wang Yongzhu were invited to the upper seats, with Batu and Fu Jian accompanying them.
Further away sat Batu’s attendants and other members of the mission, who had arrived earlier and were waiting on the side.
Soon after sitting down, kumis and large chunks of hand-held mutton were served.
By the bonfire, a whole sheep was roasting on a spit, exuding a mouthwatering aroma, soon taken down, placed on a platter adorned with a red flower, with some unknown tender wild herbs in its mouth, and presented at the table.
Several girls from the grasslands, dressed in festive attire with braids entwined with various jewels and jade, sang and danced around the bonfire.
Wang Yongzhu had seen plenty of such spectacles in modern times, finding it not at all novel.
But the other mission members hadn’t seen anything like it; such exotic allure captivated them immediately.
Batu glanced around the lower seats, and involuntarily smiled a little.
Turning his head towards the upper seats, he noticed Fu Jian, the chubby man with squinty eyes, seemed deeply engrossed in watching the dancing girls, holding his wine glass yet forgetting to drink.
In contrast, Song Chongjin, after just a glance, withdrew his gaze, softly asking Wang Yongzhu what she would like to eat while wielding a knife, eyeing the roasted whole sheep to select the juiciest piece of meat.
His gaze on the meat seemed more fervent than that on the dancing grassland girls.
On the other hand, Wang Yongzhu, drinking kumis and enjoying Song Chongjin’s service, just kept consuming the meat offered to her, while her main attention was on the dancing girls.
Occasionally she even commented, saying the girl on the far right had the thinnest waist, the one on the far left the roundest hips, and the one in the middle was the best at twisting—
What kind of scandalous words are these!
Batu was dumbfounded! Hadn’t this couple got it wrong? Shouldn’t Song Chongjin be appreciating these girls’ dance moves, with Wang Yongzhu as his wife, albeit noble, giving him face under these circumstances by serving him properly?
Why was it what he saw? Wang Yongzhu had a face full of infatuation, seemingly wishing to pull those dancing girls by her side and hold their little hands or something.
While feeding Wang Yongzhu meat, Song Chongjin coldly said: "What’s so good about watching these? It’s better to eat more meat!"
Batu felt like he might be getting old?
On the side, Fu Jian was holding back laughter almost to the point of madness! Although he didn’t know what the Lord Song and his wife were planning, watching Batu’s disbelieving reaction of rubbing his eyes was worth it.
That night, everyone had a very deep impression!
After a few cups of kumis, Wang Yongzhu seemed to loosen up more, directly calling the dancing grassland girls over, touching one’s little hand, another’s waist, continuously praising them, almost wishing to nestle in their arms.
Behind her, Song Chongjin’s face turned completely dark. With his strength, it was fortunate he could hold Wang Yongzhu back.
Not to mention those grassland girls, they had been instructed earlier to perform well in front of the distinguished guests, and if chosen to serve in the tent for a night, they would be rewarded with ten sheep.
For those ten sheep, the girls worked very hard, almost swinging their sleeves into the guests’ faces and twisting their waists almost to breaking point, but why did the male guests all act like wood?
Instead, the only female guest seemed captivated by them, not only being handy but also clamoring to keep them for service?
These grassland girls had never seen such a situation before, trembling as they looked at Batu.
The timid ones knelt and pleaded: "Dear noble, please let us go, we have elderly and young ones at home, and a sweetheart we’re soon to marry, please spare us—"
Once one knelt, the others also fearfully knelt down, with pleas filling the air, more heartrending than being favored by a noble lord.
Everyone present was stunned, witnessing this scene, not knowing how best to react.
Ordinarily, wouldn’t it be these girls getting chosen by the guests, and everyone understanding, each taking their preferred girl back to the tent for a tumble?
How had it turned into a single female guest managing to fancy all the dancing girls, wanting to claim them all?
Moreover, these dancing girls seemed like little lambs entering a wolf’s den, barely able to speak coherently.
Batu came back to his senses, with his years of diplomatic experience, even he didn’t know what to say at this moment.
It was Song Chongjin who resolved the situation, with a darkened face, swiftly scooping Wang Yongzhu up in his arms, coldly throwing down the words: "My wife is a little drunk, I’ll take her back first!"
Saying this, he turned to leave.
Wang Yongzhu, still restless in his arms, stuck her head out, waving to the grassland girls: "Sisters, see you tomorrow, dance for me again, we’ll meet without fail—"