Aledi saluted the princess according to the number of courtesies, but Ram had already stepped forward: "Bassma, I just asked where you went!" Felda also stood up and looked at the princess, and Bassma looked at him with a smile. Only then did Hena realize that Felda had never looked at others differently from princesses, and there was a kind of bond in the eyes of the two of them, even if they didn't need to say it, they would only reveal it in an instant, but it was very deep, and when she understood this, her heart also fell to the bottom.

"Henna, I saw your women's clothes just now, so beautiful!" Bassma's heartfelt praise: "Don't just drink, dance with me!" Without saying a word, he dragged Henna away from the table and ran towards the dancing crowd.

"Wait for me, I'll go too!" Ram put down his glass and rushed over as well.

"Feda, go quickly. I'm not very interested in dancing, but I'm more interested in watching dance. Aledi said. Feida's heart had already followed Bassma, but she was embarrassed to leave, and when she heard her eldest brother's words, she nodded and walked to the crowd.

King Loulan looked at Aledi, who was drinking alone, and said with a smile: "You, you are a little older than when I was young. Aledi also smiled slightly, and poured a full wine to his father.

Looking at the singing and dancing princess and Feida, there was no telling how much envy there was in the crowd. are two faces that are unparalleled in the world, one is handsome and handsome, the other is as beautiful as a god, and even the movements are so inexplicably compatible. Henna watched from the side, envious, for a whole month, and she herself looked forward to it for a month, just to see the way Feida looked at her.

Now that it's finally confirmed, Feida's eyes only follow Bassma's excitement, and people don't care what he's wearing. The more lively and noisy the dancers, the more irritated Henna became, and now she was no longer in the mood, but felt that she was so redundant in this crowd.

Henna gradually moved away from the crowd and went into the thick grass, kicking the innocent little grass.

Originally, Henna's ears were very sharp on weekdays, but today she was in a bad mood, and she didn't notice anyone following her.

He naturally saw that he was going crazy, and Henna was embarrassed for a while, so she only lost her temper with the strength of wine: "What are you doing with me!" ”

Furlong replied coldly: "Look how you went from a general to an ordinary girl!" ”

Henna was furious: "What did you say! ”

"Take a good look at yourself! A dignified general actually learned from those women, wearing gorgeous clothes to win the attention of men! Fran had been by Henna's side all the time, and when he looked at her, he had already noticed that she was looking at Feda blankly, and he was angry for a while.

Fran grew up with Henna since childhood, he will do whatever Henna says, Henna's joy and anger will also determine his joy and anger, and he always remembers to use his life to protect Hena, but tonight, for some reason, he was so angry that he contradicted Hena.

Henna had never heard Fran dare to say this, but he was right again, and for a while, he was anxious: "Bastard, you dare to say that about me!" With that, he swung his fist and hit it, Fran instantly blocked, Henna kicked it again, and Fran dodged.

"How! Get angry! People ignore you! Fran said, flashing.

"You, you!" Henna became more and more anxious, but the more anxious she was, the more inaccurate she became, and the more she had drunk too much alcohol just now, she was also a little unstable under her feet. Fran was steady, seeing the opportunity, and tripped Henna with one kick.

"What a deserving General Henna in women's clothes! Look at yourself, is there any difference between being a shrew? Fran glared at her fiercely, and by the moonlight, Henna could see that the gaze was stabbing at her fiercely, cold.

Fran looked at Henna for a moment, then turned to leave, but Henna jumped up from behind and threw him to the ground.

"Bastard! Darn! Then there was a fist on his back, the strength was not great at all, for him who practiced martial arts was like beating his back, Fran didn't feel pain at all, but at this time his heart was very painful, and he wanted to cry in pain.

Although Henna beat Fran, she became more and more sad, thinking about all the disappointments of this night, thinking about Ram's comments on her women's clothes, thinking about Feida's affectionate eyes on Bassman, thinking about what Fran said, she couldn't help crying first, this was probably the first time she cried in front of others, and continued to beat while crying, and continued to scold while beating: "Break the festival!" Darn! ”

"That's, Henna......"

Henna was unaware that someone called herself, and she didn't notice it, and even Fran hurriedly followed the voice to look over, and it was Rhoda standing aside.

In Rhoda's eyes, Henna was wearing a skirt, sitting on Fran's back, crying and beating Fran, and Fran looked sad and helpless. Rhodana was no less surprised than seeing the sky shattering, and I had to think that maybe I was dreaming, these things could not have happened. Henna, what a proud young general, Fran, a handsome and loyal soldier, how can he not see it today, but play like a young lover. Rhoda pinched herself a dozen times before speaking out, and after being 100% sure that it wasn't a dream, she came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with the festival and that it might change human nature.

Henna and Fran quickly stood up, Henna wiped her tears, and Fran quickly dusted off the dirt from her body.

"That, Henna, is a letter from General Wengu, and I have just received it, and I have brought it to you. You ......" The letter was handed to Henna, and Rhoda instantly turned and ran away, so as not to embarrass the three of them together.

Henna's wine was also awake at this time, and she only felt that it was very boring just now, but the people also beat it, splashed it, and scolded the street, and she lowered her head and held the letter, and she couldn't say anything if she wanted to apologize.

"Don't you see if the master is in a hurry! He didn't write many letters in the first place, so he had something to do! As if nothing had happened, Fran reminded Hena from the side.

"Oh!" Henna lowered her head, but the light was too dim to see clearly, so she first took the letter in her bosom, and walked slowly back to the brightly lit place with Fran, without saying a word all the way.

"Hey, where has the princess gone!" Upon returning to the crowd, Henna looked around, and there was no Bassma in the dancing crowd, nor was she at the feast.

Fran said: "Will you go back to the palace first!" ”

"No, you see, the maid is still there!"

Henna was in a hurry, but she didn't dare to speak out immediately, so she had to separate from Fran and find her slowly. Henna also noticed one thing, the second prince Feida was also gone, maybe he was with the princess at this time, at least it was safer.

There was no grass just now, and I quietly asked a few people, and some people said that they seemed to see the princess go to the witch building, the two-story small building, which contained the things used by the wizard's sacrifice, which was used for festival preparations.