Han Yue obediently leaned on Sikong Yanfei's side and sat down, after the opening of the banquet, the city lord frequently raised his glass, Sikong Yanfei's expression was always faint, and there were more than twenty guards standing behind him.

Whether it is Sikong Yanfei or these guards, they are all incompatible with this festive atmosphere.

Cheng Wu sat in a relatively high position, he didn't hide his meaning, but looked at Han Yue generously.

His eyes were scorching, and Han Yue only felt as if his gaze was about to burn.

Even she didn't feel so pressured when she was defending the country.

As the music started, a team of dancing girls entered.

Cheng Wu's sight was temporarily blocked by them.

Han Yue breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

The group of dancers who came in were covered in tulle, walked lightly, and wore brass bells on their ankles, which sounded as they danced.

Everyone's attention couldn't help but be drawn to them.

Hanyue's stomach was a little heavy, and it was extremely uncomfortable to sit on her knees for a long time, so she quietly moved her body.

"Sit on your lonely leg." There was a scarlet voice beside him.

Hanyue looked up at him in surprise, his eyes fixed on the dancing girl in the audience, and he didn't look at her.

"Hurry up." Seeing that she didn't move, he repeated again, "Today's banquet won't end so quickly." ”

Han Yue looked around, those men were all holding the bewitching Meiji in their arms, if she sat on Sikong Yanfei's lap...... Wouldn't that be too conspicuous?

Which man likes to conceive a big belly......

The wine bottle in Sikong Yanfei's hand fell on several cases with a "bang".

Hanyue secretly stuck out her tongue, if she hesitated any longer, this guy would turn his face.

Standing up, she took two steps toward him.

Before she could turn around, Sikong Yan grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Hanyue's body slammed into him.

Sikong Yan snorted sullenly, and sighed for a while: "Heavy death." ”

Hanyue lowered her head and snickered, she deserves it, do you think this stomach is filled with air.

Sure enough, as soon as she sat in his arms, all eyes were cast.

Sikong Yan drank the wine as if she was not looking, and slowly touched her stomach with one hand.

Han Yue found that recently, he liked to do this action very much, and touched her stomach when he was fine, as if this would make him think extra calmly.

Cheng Wu looked over, and when his eyes met her, he grinned, his snow-white teeth were a bit like a lone wolf in the suburbs.

Hanyue pretended not to know him and looked away.

The dancing girl slowly retreated with the music, and out of them walked out alone, dressed in a tunic dance dress, with long sleeves like clouds, and her face covered with red tulle, and then the tulle on her face flew up and down, revealing her fair face.

Han Yue was stunned, and the face of the dancing girl made her feel a little familiar.

The dancing girl threw out her long sleeves and waved it provocatively at the men sitting around her.

The fragrant wind struck, and the men who were swept by the cloud sleeves couldn't help but smile on their faces, enjoying the performance of the dancing girl flattering them.

The dancing girl turned around again, her long sleeves flung out, and this time she actually waved towards Sikong Yan, the fragrant wind hit her head-on, the red veil on her face happened to fall down, and a beautiful face appeared in front of them.

Han Yue froze.

That eyebrow...... Even the small red lips felt unusually familiar to her.

Because that face is so much like herself.

She quickly turned her head to look at Sikong Yanfei, she wanted to see how he reacted.

The long cloud sleeves were about to sweep to Sikong Yan's face, and he sat motionless, staring at the face of the dancing girl with frosty eyes.

Mai Ji's arm curled, and the cloud sleeve lightly swept over Sikong Yan's cheeks, and without touching him, it crossed in front of his eyes.

Even so, Sikong Yanfei didn't even blink his eyes.

"Hey, this dancing girl is a little familiar." There was a low voice of discussion during the banquet.

"What acquaintance, have you ever seen such a seductive woman?"

People were making fun of each other and the atmosphere was light-hearted.

But Han Yue's heart gradually sank.

How could there be a woman who looked so much like her?

It's nothing to say that they look like ordinary people, but their appearance is really impossible to ignore, except for the blood mole between Hanyue's eyebrows, they seem to be carved out of a mold.

After the dance, the dancing queen saluted everyone.

When she turned her head to look at Sikong Yanfei's side, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she looked at Han Yuelai with great interest.

"This lady gave birth to a concubine like a concubine." Maihime spoke.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were like knives, swishing towards Hanyue's body.

When the other party was looking at Han Yue, Han Yue was also looking at her.

Coming back to her senses from her initial surprise, Hanyue calmed down.

The hand on her waist tightened, and she could feel Sikong Yanfei's body tense.

Han Yue blinked her big innocent eyes and looked at the dancing girl, "Who are you?" She tilted her head slightly, her expression innocent.

Wu Ji smiled slightly, "The concubine was originally a person from the Donggu Kingdom, and the family is also a side branch of the royal family, but it's a pity...... The family fell in the middle of the road, and the concubine was in Anhui. She looked at Hanyue with a smile, "Madame's appearance is very similar to that of the concubine, I don't know when she was exiled to the territory of Anhui?" ”

The words are convincing, as if judging that she is her sister.

Cheng Wu looked at it meaningfully, "These two women have some imagination, are they really lost sisters?" ”

Listening to Cheng Wu's words, everyone's eyes frequently looked at Hanyue and the dancing girl.

Dancing Ji Yingying saluted: "The concubine's name is Gu Zhen, the blood mole between this sister's eyebrows is so special, there was a rumor in our Donggu country, I don't know if my sister has heard of it?" ”

Han Yue chuckled in her heart.

She had heard this rumor from Sikong Yanfei.

The blood mole between the eyebrows is a double dragon playing with pearls, which is a sign of natural wealth.

Moreover, Xu Gong and Cheng Wu had mistaken her for Gu Lingxin.

Don't...... Is she really involved with the Gu clan of this Eastern Gu Country?

The voices between them were not loud, but because of Cheng Wu's interjection, everyone began to notice this.

"These two are really alike!"

"I don't know where King Danyang found this beautiful woman, but I didn't expect it to be the princess of Donggu Kingdom."

"I heard that the Gu clan has the art of iron smelting and is good at making siege weapons......"

There was a lot of talk.

Hanyue felt Sikong Yan's hand on her waist gradually sink.

Although there was no basis for what these people were saying, everything was in line with their speculations.

She can smelt iron and make iron arrows, and her appearance is similar to that of this Gu clan's down-and-out clan......

Gu Zhen, the dancing girl, slowly spoke: "As soon as the concubine is a sister, she has a tear-shaped blood mole between her eyebrows since she was a child, and it is said that the man who marries her will occupy a high position with her." ”

When people heard this, their eyes burned, and they stared at Sikong Yan one after another.

Who doesn't know that King Danyang's identity is embarrassing, but his royal background is not tolerated by the emperor, because he is afraid that he will seize the throne one day.

Now that he is good, he has left such a scourge around him, his identity is already embarrassing, and if he leaves such a controversial woman by his side, anyone will guess that he has the heart to seize the throne.

Hearing this, Han Yue's heart was clear.

Regardless of whether what the dancer Gu Zhen said was true or not, she finally understood why Sikong Yanfei was so tired and worried before.

The prince of Anhui wanted to force him to abandon her with his own hands.

Sikong Yan's expression was cold, and the big hand that fell on her waist unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat in her palm.

It's like trying to force him to hollow out his heart.