The Imperial Palace, the Lotus Fragrance Hall.

The hall is splendid, brightly lit, singing and dancing.

Bei Anhuang supported his chin with his left hand and placed his right hand on his lap, tapping rhythmically to the drum beat of the song. The slender facial features are reflected by the candle flame, and there is a certain vitality full of vitality.

There was a charming and enchanting woman sitting beside him, and her pink decent palace dress was comparable to Lan Miyun, who was wearing a red orthodox phoenix dress on the next table.

It seems that one is full of fragrant branches in early spring, and the other is strong green in late autumn.

sat down in two rows of guests, on one side were the envoys of the two countries who were about to welcome the princess of Beixin, and on the other side were the prince of Beixin, the prince and the military generals of Wenchen, of course, Miao Zhi was also among them, but she could only sit with Zhaohua now, instead of sitting behind Shen Fengyi.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the hall is in the ears, and the dancers are enchanting, swaying in a sea of gorgeous and colorful yarn.

In front of the low table of Nanmu led by the right side, there are two people sitting straight, and under the calm appearance are two restless hearts.

Lan Kuo's beard twitched, and he took a sip from his wine glass. Banquets for foreign guests have always been prepared by the queen, and this year not only was it replaced by this soaring concubine, but even the location of a concubine's dormitory was agreed by the emperor, this concubine really can't be underestimated!

His eyes were deep, he stroked a strand of beard on his chin, and his eyes were locked on the woman beside Bei Anhuang.

Pan Yiqian, who was beside Bei Anhuang, felt the sharp gaze under the seat, so he turned his head and met a pair of sharp eyes.

She didn't dodge, but instead greeted her, a pair of phoenix eyes winked at Lan Kuo, her eyes were full of banter.

Being teased by her like this, Lan Kuo was a little overwhelmed, this woman was so light, and her bewitching eyes were about to hook her soul when she saw a man, how could she be this Beixin's concubine.

Then his face was even colder, and the cold wind in his eyes was fierce, and he would not let this demon girl's little trick succeed.

The two of them fought with their eyes, but here Liang Wen inadvertently made a small move towards Liang Yumeng, Liang Yumeng received the inquiry thrown by the eldest brother, half-covered his eyes with a handkerchief, and shook his head lightly.

How? Defeat in battle?

She and the queen can't cure this concubine?

He doesn't look at everyone like a civilian official, so he has to be cautious and dodge. The generals have always been resolute, and their likes and dislikes are all on their faces, so his eyes are dozens of times sharper than that of Liang Wen, and he shot towards Pan Yi with a stinging grin.

It was also a hostile gaze, but this one was wrapped in a strong smell of gunpowder, so she had to take a look.

Pan Yi smiled lightly, it seems that she has really become a public enemy. You people, don't think I'm a meowing kitten, people, but a beautiful and murderous panther!

Her eyes fluttered, and she instantly caught Bei Yiyu's somewhat obsessive eyes. Eh, hey, let the family grab the handle, she inadvertently stroked the broken hair next to her ear, slowly stretched out her ********, and licked her cherry-like plump red lips inch by inch.

"Goo", just for a moment, as she wished, she saw Bei Yiyu swallow a mouthful of slander fiercely.

Uncle, don't blame Qian'er, it's so boring in this palace, Qian'er wants to have some fun and have fun, and the next thing to do is to help you, don't blame, don't blame!

At this time, Shen Fengyi was inviting a cup with the envoy opposite, but he didn't see the cunning eyes of the woman on the main seat.

"Your Majesty, go change your clothes and dance a song for everyone here." She leaned softly on Bei'anhuang's arm, smiling smartly.

"Okay, Aifei, go and come back quickly!" Bei Anhuang praised again and again, and even dropped a kiss on that tender little face in public.

Pan Yiqian didn't expect that this Bei Anhuang would treat her like this in front of everyone, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and her disgust instantly poured out, and she wanted to immediately strangle the old man in front of her, but she showed a very happy look on her face, and turned around and went back to the inner hall.

Sitting in a row of envoys, he didn't know why, but he said that the concubine's dance was very novel, and he couldn't stop praising Bei'anhuang. On the contrary, the faces of the new ministers in the north were different, as if they were all lacking interest.

But no, it has always been the only singer and dancer to dance on this occasion, and the dignified concubine of Beixin represents the face of Beixin, and it is a shame for the country to show off in front of outsiders like this.

The concubines led by Lan Miyun have long been unaccustomed to Pan Yiqian's **** dominating the emperor, and now she took the initiative to dance, which made them can't help but sneer, in the end, she is an inferior woman, no matter how beautiful she looks, there is no tutor at all, and she is a real vixen.

Miao Zhi didn't have the heart to look at any beauty, all her thoughts were firmly on Yuan Hongxuan, I don't know when he set off on the road today, the temperature in Xinjin City has plummeted today, I don't know if he is wearing thick clothes, but does he have a hearth?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blame Yuan Hongxuan, really, I didn't know how to give her a letter when I left, even if I asked Xiang Yan to bring a word!

Pan Yiqian returned to the apse and came out after a while, a colorful dress was thinly wrapped with a graceful figure, the dance dress was very short, just right to only wrap the chest tightly, the skirt was only hung on the cross, the round and snow-white arms and a slender white waist were all exposed, and the dance clothes were decorated with various colored gems, shining under the candlelight.

She seemed to have a dislike for her bun, brocade-like shawl of black hair, and a garland-shaped headband made of the same colored yarn. The headband is covered with several gorgeous hibiscus flowers. She still had a string of small silver bells tied to her ankles, and she stepped forward barefoot, accompanied by the crisp ringing of bells, like a flower butterfly, flying away.

The men present were all a little stunned, only the women scoffed, Pan Yiqian didn't care, and then she clapped her hands, and the cheerful music with some exotic style immediately came out.

I have to say that her dancing is excellent, with her charming and enchanting figure and soft and seductive cheeks, she is really a vixen, and even Miao Zhi, a professional who has studied dance for many years, can't help but praise it in her heart.

She twisted her soft waist, kept spinning back and forth in front of everyone in the hall, and when her footsteps reached Bei Yiyu, she slowed down her steps, and blew slowly at the somewhat wooden man with dull eyes.

Miao Zhi clearly saw that the gloomy prince seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes were glued to Concubine Yan in the middle of the dance floor without blinking. She chuckled in her heart, these two people won't have a leg, thinking about it, she couldn't help but shudder.

That Pan Yiqian advanced and retreated, in the center of the hall like a flower butterfly fluttering, not a quarter of an hour, the eyes of the men and women in the hall were a little foggy, no one saw it, only sat down Shen Fengyi lowered his cheeks and couldn't see the look on his face.

The pretty figure seemed to have endless magic, Miao Zhi only felt dizzy in her head, her eyes didn't obey and just wanted to follow the woman, it was said that she only took a shallow sip of the wine in the middle of the banquet, how could this son, her eyes were a little flowery, when did there be so many identical concubines in the center of the hall? (To be continued.) )