General Abu sat on the first place, his eyes swept over Yin Yin, and said lightly: "Yin Yin, sit down, you and your brother haven't seen each other for a long time." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Abu is the most trusted general of the king of Beirong and her cousin, Yin Yin is still a little afraid when she sees him, since General Bu spoke, she didn't dare to make any more trouble, and was pulled into the banquet by the third prince and sat next to him.

The third prince comforted her in a low voice, lest she be unhappy, Abu ignored her, high-fived, and said, "Let's continue dancing." The kneeling dancers breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and sang and danced.

The atmosphere of the banquet began to become warm again, and the third prince poured a large bowl of wine for Yin Yin, Yin Yin's face did not move, she raised her head and drank it all, and turned the bowl upside down, indicating that there was not a drop left.

"Good amount of wine." The generals applauded.

Yin Yin showed a smug look, she had never lost to anyone in terms of the amount of alcohol, and then she saw Yang Zheming sitting next to the third prince.

He just leaned there idly, his slender fingers resting on the armrests of the chair, dressed in a black robe, and the cuffs were embroidered with black gold threads, and he had a kind of graceful and luxurious bearing. Yang Zheming's appearance is different from that of Beirong people, his appearance is handsome and weak, his eyes are very beautiful, and he has a kind of aristocratic reserved and calm demeanor.

Yin Yin's eyes lit up.

There are many beautiful men in her palace, but none of them are like Yang Zheming.

Yang Zheming met her gaze, his pupils were very deep, and he seemed to be able to see straight into people's hearts.

Yang Zheming thought for a moment, nodded at her disrespectfully, and a trace of joy crossed Yin Yin's eyes.

An Ning rested for the night, relieved his fatigue, and the next morning, he asked a maid to lead the way to find Yang Zheming-they were now deep in the Beirong royal family, and they should plan well.

On the way, he was stopped in the garden by the black hawk.

The garden in the Three Princes' Mansion uses geothermal heat to dig hot springs to cultivate flowers and plants, and then uses huge mirrors to collect sunlight and shine on the flowers and plants, so that they can remain in full bloom all year round like spring.

Even in the cold of winter, the whole garden is still warm as spring, with flowers in full bloom and butterflies and bees fluttering.

She looked at the garden, Yang Zheming was sitting and talking with a little girl dressed gorgeously and with bright makeup, and the girl leaned next to Yang Zheming and almost threw herself into his arms.

And Yang Zheming looked at her with a gentle expression, listening patiently from time to time, as if taking care of a little sister, which softened his originally cold temperament.

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "Who is that?" ”

Black Eagle said in a low voice: "That's the daughter of the King of Beirong, Princess Yinyin, very favored, and will live in the Third Prince's Mansion recently." ”

Princess Yin Yin got up and stood on the railing, staggering to reach the flower branches not far away to pick flowers, but her feet shook and she almost fell. Yang Zheming stretched out his hand to wrap his waist, and Yin Yin threw herself into his arms, her face flushed with shame.

Yang Zheming whispered, and Yin Yin shyly slapped his chest, but did not push him away.

An Ning was dumbfounded, this scene was a secret promise from Princess Yinyin to Yang Zheming, and Yang Zheming was naturally "seducing" Princess Yinyin, enjoying the warm jade in his arms.

Black Eagle coughed embarrassedly and said to An Ning: "The prince asked me to tell His Highness that during the time that Princess Yinyin stayed in the Third Prince's Mansion, she should not wear women's clothes, and it was best not to show her face. ”

An Ning raised her eyebrows, and Black Eagle's voice was even more hesitant and helpless: "Yesterday, the prince and Princess Yin Yin chatted together, and praised a maid beside her, and Princess Yin Yin asked the maid to be chopped up alive on the spot and fed to the dogs......"

At this point, the atmosphere was calm for a while, Qingyan and their faces were pale, as a serving slave, life and death are determined by the mood of the master, just because of a compliment to chop people to pieces, it seems that this Princess Yin Yin is narrow-minded and acts mercilessly, it is too cruel.

An Ning is silent, which shows that her temperament is not easy to provoke, they are far away in the royal capital of Beirong, surrounded by enemies, it is better not to cause conflict.

An Ning raised her head, through the jungle, and looked at the princess Yinyin, she was very bewitching and beautiful, with distinct facial features, her figure was convex and backward, and she was young but had the charm of a woman.

Black Eagle took out an ivory mask: "The mask carved by the prince last night, let me pass it on to His Highness, Beirong women wear veils, and men wear masks." ”

An Ning looked at the mask, but he didn't expect that Yang Zheming's carving was not bad, the pattern on the mask was simple and smooth, and it was a pattern of auspicious clouds and the moon.

There was a hint of banter in her eyes, was he carving it so carefully and personally, was it compensation for her forbearance and retreat in front of Princess Yinyin? lest she lose her temper and put him in a dilemma.

An Ning is not a person who cares about everything, especially in this case, she should take the overall situation into account, she took the mask and said to Liu Niang: "Let's go back and change clothes, and when this distinguished guest leaves, we will come back again." ”

Liu Niang smiled and said, "Feng Lan just made a snack, I'm afraid of the cold, let's go back and eat it and come back." "It's kind of a step for the princess.

An Ning smiled, and they were afraid that she would be angry, so they simply turned around and left.

She is by no means a person who likes to fight with others, but looking at an arrogant person like Yang Zheming, she has to be patient to coax a femme fatale, and she really feels uncomfortable for him.

In the garden, Yang Zheming had already noticed Anning, and Yu Guang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Black Eagle had finally persuaded her away.

Princess Yin Yin hooked his shoulder, feeling that the aura on Yang Zheming's body suddenly became cold, and looked at him strangely.

-- Between the shadows of the trees, the wind blew gently, and there was a beautiful butterfly fluttering in the breeze, enchanting and colorful, and the wind passed without a trace.

Yang Zheming and Old Man Gao hurriedly went out of the house to purchase goods, and Yin Yin had no choice but to go back to the palace arranged for her by the third prince to meet her henchman Azhu.

Princess Yinyin has been able to get to where she is today, not only by virtue of the favor of King Beirong, but also by her ears and eyes in the Beirong Imperial Court since she was a child, and witnessed the cruel struggle faced by her father, so that she learned to never let go of any clues, and cut down the grass and eradicate the roots whenever there is a threat.

When her brother came back from Daliang, not only did he have two more beautiful and bewitching Liang maids around him, but he was also rescued by a Daliang merchant and called him a brother, and all the soldiers of Daliang who were sent out to follow him died in Daliang.

How could she not be worried.

came to visit him in the name of the queen mother, but I also wanted to see if he had been deceived, and to take a good look at these Liang people by living in his palace, if there was any disagreement, I planned to kill him directly.

It's just that she didn't expect this Liang merchant to be so handsome and noble, and he talks extraordinarily, ten million times better than the men she serves in the palace, which makes her heart move, and she just wants to snatch him into the palace and lock him up, and fly with her.

I don't know if her father will agree to marry Daliangren, if only Ah Zheming could stay in Beirong forever.