Just listening to the changing music in the courtyard, the rhythm is cheerful, which makes people feel happy when they listen to it, and they just want to dance along.

Out of nowhere, a group of dancing girls poured up, there were sixty or seventy people, like a group of girls who came to see the excitement, and then quickly lined up in a phalanx, dancing with the music, dancing together, gestures, opening and closing, all of them looked happy, looking forward to the brilliance, very infectious.

Shen Mengxi is not very interested in dance, she pays attention to the costumes of these dancing girls, which are gorgeous and exquisite, and it must be a large expense, and these musicians and dancing girls of more than 100 people are a lot of expenses. Shen Mengxi secretly said in her heart, it seemed that she would not save more money than her private soldiers.

At this time, the social status of the dancing girl was lowly and belonged to the lowly class, but the dance itself was widely valued. Princes and nobles, civil ministers, military generals, and literati all took pleasure in performing dances and were proud of being proficient in dance. Often at the time of the party, regardless of the level of status, they will find an opportunity to dance a song and win praise from the audience.

Taiping also likes to dance, and will also dance Hu Xuan dance, and often enter the palace to dance for the queen of heaven in the past. But Shen Mengxi was not interested, and he never skipped it.

At the end of the large-scale group dance, Mrs. Changshi danced a neon dress dance, this lady is twenty-one or twelve years old, with thin eyebrows and long eyes, a small cherry mouth, her face is painted white, her face is red, she is ringing and dingling, step by step lotus, to the center of the courtyard, with a gust of autumn wind, she raised her hand, showing a delicate figure, soft waist, dancing softly with dance music, the dance clothes are colorful, the dance posture is beautiful, as if the Nine Heavens Fairy came to the world, everyone looks like a drunken fascination.

Shen Mengxi was not very interested, just stared at the large piece of skin exposed on Mrs. Changshi's chest, secretly worried that she would move too much, and make the spring shine, until the end of the song, Mrs. Changshi smiled and saluted, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

On the second day, Thorn Shi did not dare to take everyone to the land of wind and moon, but fortunately, Bianzhou was surrounded by five lakes and four rivers, and there were many places where you could enjoy the scenery. Shen Mengxi was also curious about how prosperous Kaifeng City, the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, known as Tokyo Menghua, was the place where the future Qingming Riverside Picture was created, so a group of people went on the painting boat and toured.

To be honest, Shen Mengxi really wanted to wear cloth clothes, step on the stone road, and slowly feel the humanistic history of the ancient city.

But she "doesn't qualify."

At this moment, the painting boat, running on the Bianhe River, two three-story painting boats, divided into men and women, red columns, green eaves, light gauze curtains, clothes and sideburns.

The sound of the guqin came from the painting boat in the distance, and a female voice floated along the autumn breeze on the river, "Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book." I can't say enough in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open the seal. (This is a poem written a hundred years later, and it is far-fetched to use it here.) ）

The singing voice is beautiful and delicate, full of nostalgia, and I sang it over and over again, but I don't know if it was the singer who was homesick, or the guest who ordered the song was homesick.

The small painting boat was left behind, and Shen Mengxi laughed at the word "Kaifeng" in the poem, which coincided with the future name of Bianzhou, and was secretly surprised.

Suddenly interested, he ordered Qingfeng to take the jade flute, stood on the side of the ship, looked at the bustling streets not far away, and played a song "The Original Scenery of Hometown", in the melody, Shen Mengxi seemed to see the high-rise buildings and the fertile farms with black soil...... Lu'er felt the emotion of the music, and stretched out her little hand uneasily, holding her mother's skirt, and everyone in the painting boat had never heard this song, immersed in it, and had their own thoughts.

At the end of the song, Shen Mengxi saw that everyone was stunned and smiled, "It's ugly." ”

Mrs. Yan shook her senses first and praised her.

But on the painting boat that listened to the parallel, Yan Jikang stroked the dong flute lightly, and also blew "The Original Scenery of Hometown", the first time was not very proficient, and the second time was already the sound of the flute.

The young man is dressed in white, full of youth, and is really a beautiful beauty.

Lu'er bit her fingers, tilted her head and listened for a while, pointed at Yan Jikang, and then looked at her mother, "A-Niang, he learns from you!" ”

Shen Mengxi smiled and stroked his youngest daughter's hair, "He's very smart." ”

Lu'er nodded, "Very smart! ”

Mrs. Yan watched her nephew interact with the princess like this, remembering what she had heard last night, the rumors in Luoyang City that Yan Twelve was the face of the princess, she was puzzled, and she didn't feel like it when she looked closely, but the two were obviously acquainted, especially the nephew's demeanor was quite unnatural, and she couldn't help but be a little worried in her heart, and sighed secretly.

It was another day of fun and fatigue, and it was still a feast at night, Shen Mengxi complained bitterly, swearing that the city behind him must hide his tracks, or not enter the city, this kind of entertainment is too hard.

The dinner was a send-off banquet, because the group was going to be in a hurry tomorrow morning.

You Tingshi and his wife struggled to keep it, as if they had been friends for many years, and they regretted that they didn't have a good time in a hurry. Shen Mengxi didn't bother to respond to them, only said that the next journey was far away and they had to set off, and thanked them for their hospitality, and invited them to the princess's mansion as guests when they went to Luoyang.

The banquet was still a poem and dance, Yan Twelve also danced a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard, and Wu You praised him: "Yan Langjun is both civil and military, he is really a talent of handsome and a pillar!" Mrs. Yan was humble again.

The dancing girls are still those dancing girls, but the dance has changed its name, and even the costumes are not the same, and the atmosphere is even more enthusiastic.

In the end, it was the sturdy Kunlun slave, holding a roast suckling pig up, still lowering his eyebrows, holding a big silver plate in front of Shen Mengxi's case, a maid in the copper basin after repeatedly cleaning her hands, holding a bamboo knife and bamboo fork, gently cutting meat, the pig skin made a fine and crisp cutting sound, stimulating people's hearing, the air was full of the aroma of barbecue, more tempting drooling, the maid cut the first piece of loin under the piece into small slices, put it in a white porcelain plate, held it high above her head, bowed down to Shen Mengxi, Qingfeng reached out and took it, Shen Mengxi tasted a piece, Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, charred and delicious, she nodded again and again and stretched out her thumb.

You Tingshi nodded happily and ordered the maid to continue cutting meat.

Just when everyone thought that the servant girl was going to raise the knife to continue cutting meat, a vision suddenly appeared, the servant girl held the knife in her right hand, and her left hand broke on the blade, revealing a steel blade, flashing with cold light, lightning and flint, the servant girl fit and pounced on Shen Mengxi, the steel blade pointed directly at her left chest, which was a posture that would hit the blow, leaving no room for retreat. Kunlun Nu, who was holding the silver plate, also pulled out a long knife from under the plate and stabbed at Shen Mengxi.

The servant girl behind Wu Youji threw the wine jug in her hand and smashed it at Kunlun Nu's long knife, and the person also jumped up at the same time to block it. Qingfeng pounced and wanted to block in front of Shen Mengxi, but the assassinated maid was too close, and in a moment of exhalation and inhalation, the steel blade had already stabbed Shen Mengxi's left chest, but Kunlun Nu's long knife was deflected by the wine jug and slashed at the stabbing maid, and the tin pot rebounded towards Wu Youji, so frightened that he subconsciously shrank into a ball, and his head almost got under the case.

I only heard a cry of pain, and I saw Princess Taiping fall backwards, her body lying on the seat, and the tip of the knife that the stabbing maid ignored was still pointing at her heart and pressing down on her.

Kunlunnu's long knife was missed, slashing the line of stabbing maidservants, and then slashing at the princess's neck again.

Everyone secretly shouted that it was not good, and the princess was afraid that she would not be able to escape death.

Unexpectedly, there was a strange cry, a blood mist, and the maid was thrown out of the table by volley, and fell a few meters behind the chairman with a "snap", and there was a knife mark behind her back, and a pool of blood quickly leaked out from under her body. Qingfeng stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed the servant girl, turned over her, and saw a blood mark on her neck, and the wound was bubbling with blood, and she was covered with blood, and she couldn't survive.

You Tingshi shouted to keep his mouth alive, and saw the servant girl spitting black blood from her mouth, and her eyes rolled and died.

Thorn Shi wailed and fell to his knees.

At this time, Kunlun Nu was restrained by the servant girl beside Wu Youji, only to see the servant girl pinching the blade in her right hand, and a black dagger in her left hand had pierced Kunlun Nu's abdomen at some point. It turned out that this maid was dressed as Shen Qi.

Everything happened in just a few breaths, and a large number of princess guards poured in outside the door, restraining Kunlun Nu and the banquet crowd, including You Tingshi, Di Renjie, Qian Shikang and others.

Wu Youji got out of the case a few times, crawled towards Shen Mengxi tremblingly, Sun Yicheng also shouted the princess tremblingly, only to see Shen Mengxi lying motionless on his back to the sky, but his legs were still kneeling, his face and body were full of blood.

In the side hall, Yin'er had already rushed over, crying and shouting A-Niang, but seeing another figure faster, Yan Twelve picked up Shen Mengxi, wiped her face with his sleeve, pinched her nose, and lowered his head to kiss her mouth, Qingfeng sighed and didn't have time to turn around to stop it, Yin'er kicked it in a hurry, Shen Mengxi was also frightened, raised his hand to support his face, "Stinky boy!" Dare to take advantage of the old lady! ”

Yan Twelve was shocked, ignoring the blood on his face and the kick on his body, he shouted happily: "The princess is alive? That's great! That's great! ”

Dare him to concoct artificial respiration in the same way, wanting to save her, Shen Mengxi couldn't cry or laugh, struggled to sit up, and held his waist, "Tsk, don't touch me!" Don't touch me, my old waist! The action of leaning back and dodging just now was too fast, and she seemed to have flashed her waist, and she was secretly glad that she had Taiping's dancing skills, otherwise she wouldn't be able to do this waist action. Qingfeng came to support her and wanted to pull her to check, she blamed herself very much for her age, her movements were not fast, and she couldn't rescue her. She clearly saw that the blade had pierced the princess's chest, and of course, she also saw that the princess was leaning back, and the cold light of her right hand flashed over the neck of the maid, and with her left hand, she grabbed the maid's clothes and lifted the maid away.

Qingfeng was not afraid of the princess's danger, admired it very much, pressed his beating heart, and still planned to change the princess's dress first, and then apply medicine for treatment. The princess is now covered in blood, and she doesn't know how deep the wound is, and it is inconvenient for Sun Yicheng to heal, so she can only come by herself.

Shen Mengxi waved his hand and said that it was okay, there was the blood of the assassin on his body. Suddenly, I heard the shouting, wiped the blood on my eyelids, and took a closer look, it turned out that it was the assassin who was shouting injustice.

"Your Highness, the minister has been wronged! I really don't know who instructed this maid and Kunlun slave! ”

Shen Mengxi didn't speak, if it weren't for her who had always been insecure today, she wore modified body armor in her underwear, and she had a scalpel in the Wuling space that could be taken out at any time, she would definitely be cold now.

The assassins are all the house slaves of You Thorn Shi, and he will definitely not be able to get rid of this relationship.

Mrs. Yan cried so much that she almost fainted, and scolded her nephew for killing him: "Where did you buy the Kunlun slave?" If you can't even speak Chinese, you know how to kill! ”

Commander Lu had no clue, after the Kunlun slave was subdued, his jaw was removed, his fangs were removed, and he didn't have time to take poison and commit suicide, but no matter how severely tortured, he just wailed loudly, and he didn't know what to shout in his mouth.

Shen Mengxi couldn't tell what language it was, and later Qian Shikang suggested that he go to Fang City to find a translator to try.

A merchant who spoke Persian said that this Kunlun slave knew a little Persian, and was sold to Persia from his hometown, and then bought it to the Tang Dynasty. He couldn't tell who the person who instructed him to kill people was, and after a few days of training, he was sent to Bianzhou. Recently he was instructed to follow the servant girl, and he would follow whoever she killed.

Shen Mengxi ordered Sun Yicheng to treat Na Kunlun Nu's abdominal wound, and did not let Commander Lu continue to ask.

The departure scheduled for the next day was also cancelled. Several children were frightened, Yin'er was only eleven years old after all, because she saw her mother's bloody appearance, she had nightmares at night, and ran to her door in the middle of the night, and she had to see that she was okay before she was relieved. Jian Er was woken up and followed, screaming even more fiercely.

Yu'er Lu'er also woke up and cried.

Shen Mengxi's head was as big as a fight.

She knew that these children had lost their fathers, and they were afraid of losing their mothers again, and they had no other relatives in this world. They are the children of the princess on the surface, but in fact, they are in a very embarrassing and difficult situation, and without Shen Mengxi's protection, it is impossible to grow up safely.

Shen Mengxi is actually even more afraid, she is a little bit away from death, Shen Qi, who is dressed as a man with body armor, scalpel, and female clothes, is missing one, and she is dead.

Holding the four children in their arms, the mother and son didn't know how long they lay in the dark before they slowly fell asleep.

On the second day, Shen Mengxi decided to return. With four children and the situation is unknown, the best option is to return to Luoyang.