There is a Qingling Hall in Yanju Palace, which used to be used by Luan Lu to watch singing and dancing.

She liked a bunch of men dancing at the foot of the hall, while she lay lazily on the throne at the end, sipping wine and fresh fruit and delicacies.

She loves to appreciate different beauties.

In contrast, Wangqiu's preferences are very monotonous.

She doesn't mind what her figure is, she only likes those who are tall and thin and have good faces.

For example, Han.

Han sat beside Wangqiu, wearing only thin clothes, and watched her put white plasters on herself: "I really want to be glad that I look like this." ”

Wangqiu: "In my world, feminine men are more popular. ”

Han casually asked, "Why?" ”

Wangqiu reached out and stroked his face, as if he was touching a puppy: "Maybe it's because it violates the laws of nature, or it may be because boys and girls are relatively rare." Anyway, I just think it's pretty. ”

Han Wen smiled: "Beauty is a subjective judgment, there is no right or wrong, there is no superiority. ”

Wangqiu covered his waist, abdomen and legs with white plaster, and said, "It will be warm after a while." ”

"What is this?" Han looked at these things and asked, "This shouldn't have anything to do with slowing down aging." ”

"It's called a warm sticker, and I have nothing to do in the morning, and I do a lot. With these things attached to your body, you don't need to hug a clumsy stove, and even when it's snowing, you can wear a single outfit and dance. ”

Han's smile narrowed slightly: "You want me to dance?" Outside? ”

It was already night, it was cold outside, and the water that was spilled out quickly froze. The guards standing guard had to get a group of people for every stick of incense, otherwise they would freeze to death outside.

Yanju City is in the south, which is much better than in the north, but it is still very cold.

Even if he had these warm stickers, he would still be frozen miserably if he didn't put them on his hands and feet.

Wangqiu said, "Aren't you a musician in the first place? You should always be able to dance. ”

Han lowered his eyes: "The musician only plays the piano, not dances." ”

Wangqiu asked, "Are you rejecting me?" ”

Han said, "I really can't dance. ”

Wangqiu raised his cheeks and said arrogantly: "I gave you my life, and you should be a cow and a horse for me, isn't it?" What's more, it's just for you to dance. When Luan Lu ordered you to kiss her and hug her, were you more relaxed than you are now? ”

"At least, she likes me."

"I like you too......" Wangqiu smiled lightly, "I like your looks, and I only like your looks." Whether it's a beauty or a bitter meat, it's useless to me. Go ahead, go outside and dance, and don't stop without my orders. ”

"Okay." Han bowed, and when he raised his eyes again, he had already hidden all his displeasure.

She didn't treat him as a human being, she was just a plaything. Now it's just for him to dance, and to give him these warm stickers, and he's been treated very well.

At least he wasn't tortured to death directly.

In this case, why care about what you go through, why care about what you do for her, and there is no need to feel sorry for yourself.

It's just a matter of making a living.

He didn't know how to dance, but he once knew a trick and a half, and with the sound of the piano played by the court musicians, he only needed to step on the rhythm, which was considered a dance.

This thing called a warm paste was indeed very warm, but he only put a layer of light yarn on the outside of his white undershirt, and stood barefoot on the bluestone slab, so cold that he even trembled his teeth.

"Oh, the sick beauty is wearing a single dress, it's really pitiful for me." Wangqiu stood by the warm incense burner in the palace with his hands in his hands, and said in a loud voice, "You jump quickly." ”