I'm completely demoralized now.

He was squeezing my shoulder, and I was enjoying it, when suddenly I was helped up.

I said resentfully, "Don't, pinch me again." ”

Han looked down at me, his eyes were awe-inspiring: "You are a dancing girl, how dare you let this king pinch your shoulders for you?" "He let go of me and didn't let me continue to rely on him.

I stumbled and sat down on the soft carpet.

I looked up at him in a daze, only to find that Han had changed by this time.

His temperament is already changeable, and now he is wearing a black robe, half-combed long hair, looking at his tall figure and temperament, he really looks like a prince.

Maybe...... Will it be useful to follow him into the play?

I hung my head, imagining.

What should I do when I see someone I like angry? He's a high prince, and I'm just a dancer.

This is a dynasty where men are superior to women, and I can't help myself, trapped in this hook and can't get out.

Fortunately, the prince was there, and he cheered me on every time, so I was not treated harshly by the bustard.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but call softly: "Lord Wang......"

The man stood with his hands in his hands, staring at me.

"Nobuko didn't want the prince to serve me, just now I thought that it was my maid who was standing behind me......" I got up from the ground with a smile, bowed my head and stepped on small steps, stood beside him respectfully, and saluted him with the courtesy of a maidservant.

The ice on his face eased at this time, hugged me, and asked: "A few days ago, the affairs in the palace were complicated, and this king entered the palace to face the saint, and he didn't come to Huancui Building for many days, did the bustard mother treat you harshly?" ”

When I heard this, I couldn't stop smiling.

In the past, thanks to the grace of the prince, the bustard's mother treated me well. But a few days ago, the prince never came, and the gossip around him became more, and everyone said that the prince abandoned me and would not come again. Because of this, the bustard mother cut off my food, took away the ice cubes used in the house to cool off, and no longer treated me well.

I am the daughter of a criminal minister, and I can only fall into this kind of smoke street and willow alley for the rest of my life, and now I am just dancing and performing, and when no one gives me any more money, I am afraid that the bustard mother will force me to serve these men.

However, how can I tell the prince about this kind of suffering?

If I said it, the prince blamed the bustard mother, wouldn't she still take revenge on me in secret?

I cautiously put on a humble smile, shook my head and hidden: "They don't, but the concubine misses the prince very much." ”

"I heard you've been choreographing a dance lately?" The man used the only case in the dance practice room as a low stool and sat on it domineeringly, with the majesty of a prince.

"Yes, the name of this dance is 'Hibiscus'." I bowed slightly.

"Okay, this king plays the piano, you come to dance."

"Let's wait for the concubine to dress up a little......"

I closed my eyes.

Dressing up is just an excuse, and he hasn't danced in front of the prince for too long, and Nobuko is particularly nervous. I'm afraid that this dance, the prince will not come for a few days. She returned to the dresser, looked at herself in the mirror with a sad face, and forced a smile.

This is a humble love, a trembling love that pleases others.

Because it's so insecure, it's like holding the moon in the water, if you're not careful, it will turn into waves and flow in your hands.

I gathered my mood, turned around, and looked at Han.

He is still immersed in the play, his eyebrows are slightly constricted, and his expression is resolute and domineering.

Seeing that I had collected my mood, he raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hand, and the smooth sound of strings flowed gracefully from his fingertips.