A few days later, in order to celebrate the alliance between the two countries, Emperor Xichuan feasted his courtiers, and at the banquet, everyone talked and laughed, lingering in a happy atmosphere.

"I wish Xichuan and Qin Guo a long friendship!"

Everyone raised the wine glasses in their hands and said respectfully to Yin Zhige, and Yin Zhige nodded with satisfaction.

Zhong Xiaoshu sat on the queen's throne, the wooden table in front of her was full of exquisite delicacies, and she didn't move her chopsticks a few times because of an ominous premonition.

Forced to be there as a queen, she just symbolically drank some fruit wine.

Yin Zhige knew what Zhong Xiaoshu was thinking, and the big palm in the wide sleeves tightly covered her slightly cool little hand, and gave her a reassuring soft look.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm fine." Zhong Xiaoshu squinted slightly uncomfortably and lowered his eyes.

She always felt that her chest was stuffy today, and she was afraid that something big would happen.

But Yin Zhige and Qin Guoren would not have any accidents here, and she felt that she was a little worried.

Yin Zhige didn't let go because of Zhong Xiaoshu's words, but clenched it tighter.

He picked up the wine glass in one hand and held Zhong Xiaoshu in the other, chatting with King Qin generously.

After three glasses of wine, King Qin finally couldn't hold back and stood up, bowed, and hurriedly said.

"Your Majesty, I have been keeping something in my heart for a long time."

"Oh, what's on King Qin's mind? Tell me about it. ”

Yin Zhige raised his bottomless ink eyes and said in a deep voice, he sat there obviously not doing anything, but he gave birth to a compelling majesty for no reason, which made people have to surrender.

Zhong Xiaoshu glanced at his side face, only to feel that the outline was even more cold and sharp.

Xu is busy dealing with government affairs and didn't sleep for a few hours at night, his eyes were faintly tired, and some cyan stubble appeared on his chin.

But somehow, there was no sense of disobedience on his face.

She looked even more obsessed with holding her cheeks, marrying such an excellent husband, and willing to set up a harem for her, in the end, there was nowhere to find it with a lantern.

In the next second, Zhong Xiaoshu heard Qin Tanggu say in a heroic voice: "Your Majesty, I toast you!" ”

Out of courtesy, Yin Zhige also raised his wine glass and drank it all, which can be said to be enough to save face.

Seeing that under the firelight, Yin Zhige's face was different from what he usually held.

But soon, Zhong Xiaoshu realized that he didn't really want to organize this banquet, but just made an alliance with the overall situation.

The hour was almost up, Yin Zhige made a look, Xiao Dezi understood, and clapped his hands.

Suddenly, a group of gorgeous dancers with light veils and light steps rushed in from outside the door.

One by one, they opened their formations, and there was a strange fragrance of flowers around them in an instant.

There are dozens of drums in the open space, and I don't know what they do.

King Qin raised his eyebrows, put down the wine glass, and came a little interested.

I had heard that there were countless beauties in Xichuan, and he wanted to take a good look at it today.

An inattentive floral fragrance burrowed into his nose, and Zhong Xiaoshu couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

Fortunately, everyone's eyes were fully focused on the dancing girl, and no one paid attention to the abnormality of the queen of a country.

Yin Zhige handed over the handkerchief and looked at her worriedly, "But you're not feeling well?" ”

"No, I just think that this floral fragrance is too strong, and it makes me uncomfortable, what kind of tricks are these dancing girls playing?"

Zhong Xiaoshu shook his head and covered his mouth and nose with the handkerchief.

She has never liked too strong floral fragrances, and the ultimate in fragrance is smelly, and I don't know who came up with the attention of this dance.

Zhong Xiaoshu suppressed his disgust for the aroma and quietly watched the singing and dancing.

When the piano sounded, the dancing girl's red dress fell to her feet to reveal her slender ankles, tied with clusters of silver bells, swirling, crisp and pleasant.

As the dance steps shifted to the drum surface, the sound of the drum was dull and deep, and the silver bells on the dancer's ankles rang out.

The leap became more and more rapid, and the court musicians played cheerful music.

Everyone in the audience blinked their eyes and enjoyed the majestic singing and dancing of Xichuan as if they were fascinated.

As the leading dancer in red threw out her water sleeves and beat the drum, Zhong Xiaoshu just raised her eyes casually.

The next moment, his brow furrowed.

How could there be a wound on this man's forehead?

It is said that none of the court dancers will let their bodies hurt, so what's going on?

Suddenly, the leading dancer flicked her sleeves and tied them to the beams of the room, and out of nowhere, an extra dagger rushed straight to the main position.

Zhong Xiaoshu's eyes tightened, he didn't want to protect Yin Zhige in front of him, and shouted: "There are assassins!" Someone, escort! ”

This dagger did not pierce the heart, but because it was deflected by an inch, it directly stabbed into Zhong Xiaoshu's shoulder.

She lost her gravity and fell into Yin Zhige's arms, blood gushing out, staining his dragon robe red.

"Xiao Shu!"

Yin Zhige looked at this scene, and the unconcealable distress rose in his eyes.

Then he struck the key point of the lead dancer with a palm, effortlessly.

He picked up Zhong Xiaoshu, rummaged through the wound medicine in a panic, and realized that he didn't bring it at all.

Without saying a word, he tore off the corner of the dark pattern dragon robe and tied Zhong Xiaoshu's injured shoulder, which barely stopped the bleeding.

Zhong Xiaoshu leaned weakly against the corner, his face paler than white paper.

She breathed heavily, beads of sweat the size of beans running down her head, and she felt the pain of the wound unbearable.

His hand clutched the stick tightly, and he couldn't feel his nails digging into his skin.

The leading dancer didn't expect that Yin Zhige's palm would use ten percent of the internal force, so she could only accept this palm alive, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

There was an assassin at the palace banquet, and for a while, everyone hugged their heads and ran away, for fear that they would accidentally die.

Squeezing people has always been the most dangerous, and if he was not careful, Zhong Xiaoshu was pushed to the ground.

A few pairs of shoes also stepped on her fingers, and she couldn't help but let out a few muffled grunts of pain.

Hearing the movement, the surrounding Forbidden Army surrounded the Assassin group in order to come up, and the blades were all pointed at the leading dancer.

"Xiao Shu!"

Yin Zhige found that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned back to look at Zhong Xiaoshu, her fingers wiped the skin, obviously unable to move.

Zhong Xiaoshu was sent to the dormitory for treatment, and Yin Zhige interrogated several ministers about the assassins infiltrating the Mai Ji this time.

In the dimly lit prison, an interrogation is taking place that is different from the past.

The Assassin had been tortured, but she had not spoken.

Yin Zhige's face was dark, "Say, who sent you?!" ”

At this time, Yin Zhige's face was covered with a layer of cold frost, and his voice was a few points lower than usual.

The lead dancer clutched her chest and laughed coldly.

"Who sent me, and why should I tell you?

The one who blocked the knife for you just now was the queen mother, she really has a long life, by the way, is she dead now? ”

At the mention of Zhong Xiaoshu, his anger was even stronger, and the irrepressible anger was rushing and rolling in his veins.

A sword drawn from the guards next to him rested on the neck of the lead dancer.