Foreword: In the nine years of proton life in King Zhao's palace, I have never met my father, I only know my mother and brother. In Zhao Palace, a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, there is no time to return. But in the midst of such waiting, my mother never rested or complained.

The sun was setting, staining the white clouds in the sky. The hustle and bustle of Handan City was gradually enveloped in silence, leaving only the sound of the moat water colliding with the sand and gravel at the bottom of the river.

Through the window in the attic, Zhao Chan looked at the sinking sun and sighed: Such a chaotic world is coming to an end. That's it, what does this world event have to do with her, she's just a dancing girl, just dance her dance! The slender hand was about to close the window when he heard the neighing of horses on the other side of the street.

Da Da ...... Da Da ......

On the streets of Handan City at dusk, the sound of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer, mixed with the sound of the wheels of the wheels, and it became more and more chaotic. Zhao Chan curiously stretched out her head and looked out of the window: she saw three teams of officers and soldiers escorting a gray carriage, although the carriage was dilapidated, it still had a kind of daunting solemnity and solemnity. If you look closely, you can see that there is a bright yellow word written in the center of the wheel of the carriage. Although Zhao Chan is not very literate, she also knows that it is the big seal font of the Qin State - Qin. The person who can use the bright yellow name of the country on the carriage should be a nobleman, Zhao Chan thought. This person is the envoy who came to sue for peace after the defeat of the Qin State to the Zhao State this time.

What Zhao Chan didn't know was that the appearance of the people in the carriage made the gears of fate turn faster and faster, until they deviated from the original track.

In fact, Zhao Chan is not born to be a country and a city, but she is quite beautiful. And what is eye-catching is her beautiful dancing. Zhao Wu is graceful and well-known among the countries. And Zhao Chan is the best among the dancing girls in the entire Handan City, which makes her quite famous.

Since the end of the war between Qin and Zhao, in the past year, more and more people have come to the dance pavilion to enjoy the dance. After all, those who can afford to listen to the dance pavilion and enjoy the dance are either expensive or rich, and the war on the border has stopped, which naturally relaxes these nobles who are nervous about a string. This relaxation naturally comes to listen to the dance pavilion to listen to music, enjoy dancing, and drink flower wine.

At this time, in the listening and dancing pavilion, the silk and bamboo are wrapped around the beams, which is pleasant to the ear, and the woman in the center is caressing her plain clothes and dancing gracefully. In the hall, from the royal nobles to the common people, from the generals and soldiers to the Confucian gentlemen, there are many miscellaneous. These people all forgot the cup in their hands and the wine in the cup, their eyes were wide open, and they looked directly at the beauties on the stage, as if the three souls had gone seven souls. At the end of the song, the dance is over. After a long time, thunderous applause rang out in the lobby. The corners of Zhao Chan's lips hooked, ready to retreat from the stage. But at this moment, the ragged boy hurriedly ran over, and coincidentally bumped into Zhao Chan.

"Damn it, damn it," the boy kept muttering, and his head was even lower to look at his toes.

"Nothing, you didn't mean it." Zhao Chan was not a calculating person, but at this moment, she was in full view of everyone, and her tone was even gentler: "Just be careful when you walk in the future." ”

As soon as the little boy heard Zhao Chan say that it was okay, he ran away.

"Distinguished guests and drink wine, wait for Zhao Ji to go down and change clothes, and then accompany you to drink and talk" Zhao Chan said the scene, and didn't seem to take what had just happened to heart. Slowly blessed himself, he walked towards his room.

When Zhao Chan returned to the room, she didn't immediately change out of her dance clothes, but took out a bamboo slip from her sleeve, and saw the words "Tonight" written on it.

It turned out that the little boy deliberately bumped into Zhao Chan, just to deliver the letter.