Sikong Yanfei rejected the young magnate who asked him for Hanyue in front of everyone.

Before this, Han Yue had heard him promise to him more than once that he would not abandon her, but on such an occasion, in front of everyone, he showed his heart so firmly, Han Yue's heart still moved slightly.

Admittedly, she was moved.

But even if she was moved, she never lost herself, because she knew that in this troubled world, vows were very fragile things that could not withstand ups and downs.

She lowered her eyes and curled up at his lap as deferentially as all concubines in the world do to their masters.

Suddenly, a hand fell on her waist, and with a hard pull, she fell into Sikong Yanfei's arms.

Sikong Yan forced her to sit on her lap, and her big hands slid slowly and methodically across her waist.

The young magnate did not intend to give up on this, he was curious, "If one day this woman is old and decrepit, will you still give up?" ”

There was a low laugh.

Clearly, these people strongly agree with the young magnate.

Beauty is like a delicious dish for them, and of course they want to change their taste after they get tired of eating.

"Do you think this woman is just beautiful to Lone?" Sikong Yan glanced at the person in front of him, "Lone once wandered around for the merchant......"

Somehow, he took the initiative to bring it up.

Han Yue looked at him in surprise.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Sikong Yanfei was also looking down at her, looking at each other, the darkness in his eyes was like a bottomless abyss, and he was about to suck her into it.

Hanyue hurriedly lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

"Lone caravan passed through here, and encountered several ambushes, and someone warned Lone, and Lone was saved from losses." Sikong Yan said slowly, the big hand on Hanyue's waist moved up, pinched her jaw, and forced her to look up at him.

"Do you know, who warned Lone?" Although he was asking everyone, his eyes were fixed on Han Yue's face at the moment.

"Who is it?" The young magnate asked curiously.

"It's this woman." Sikong Yan rubbed Hanyue's face carefully.

Nian persuaded the powerful to show surprise.

"Later, Lone was assassinated by the dancing girl at the banquet, and someone blocked a sword for Lone, so do you know who the sword blocker is?"

The young magnate was silent, and his expression gradually became solemn, "Is it ...... again?"

Sikong Yan scarlet his head, "Yes, it's her." ”

The chatter at the banquet disappeared, and everyone who was still holding to watch the excitement was also sitting in danger.

Sikong Yan's scarlet eyes swept over everyone, "This is a woman of kindness and righteousness, how can you abandon it!" How can you abandon it! ”

The young magnate suddenly bowed down and bowed to Sikong Yanfei and Hanyue, "I've been taught below." ”

Han Yue watched in surprise as the man bowed and retreated.

When everyone looked at Hanyue again, there was less frivolity in their eyes, and they all showed admiration.

There are even many people who bow their heads to Hanyue and salute, "Ashamed, ashamed." ”

Although the men of this era looked down on women, they kept their faith and disdained to do things that were contrary to their righteousness.

Qin Zhengjing sat in the master's seat with his main room, the princess was covered with a layer of veil because she hurt her face, and she stared at Han Yue deadly, her eyes almost spewing fire.

"What a witch." The princess scolded in a low voice, from the time she was injured to now, Qin Zhengjing has not comforted her for half a word, and Hanyue, the slut, was only said a few words of charm, and King Danyang came out to speak for her.

The princess grabbed the corner of her clothes and kneaded them into a ball.

Qin Zhengjing stared intently at Han Yue, who was sitting on Sikong Yan's lap.

A smile and a smile were all familiar to him, but they were far beyond what he remembered before, and now she seemed to be more gorgeous and plump, like a furnace of spring incense, and the throbbing smell made him uncontrollable.

He regretted more than once why he hadn't let her be his woman first and then sell her away, so that he wouldn't be as itchy as he is now.

At this moment, music rang out in the field.

A group of dancing girls rushed in.

It seemed that the solemn atmosphere eased down.

People took their eyes off Hanyue and looked at Mei Ji, who was brightly dressed and plump in the field.

Hanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her body moved, slid off Sikong Yanfei's lap, and sat back on the couch next to Sikong Yanfei's lap.

Sikong Yanfei glanced at her.

The woman had been so worried that she would send her out again, but she had not begged him like the other women.

Was she so sure she was going to keep her?

No, or should I say she didn't expect anything from him at all......

Sikong Yanfei's fingers holding the wine bottle couldn't help but add five points of strength.

"The King." Han Yue called softly, "The concubine body adds a bar to the king." ”

When Sikong Yanfei lowered his head, he noticed that he had actually twisted the bronze wine bottle in his hand just now.

He put down the wine bottle, leaned back, and gathered the cold light in his starry eyes, putting on a lazy appearance.

This is the usual posture of aristocratic men, who are not chaotic in danger and do not panic when encountering problems.

"I don't drink anymore." He said lightly.

"Yes." Hanyue put down the wine utensils and turned her head to look at the singing and dancing in the field.

The woman didn't bother to guess what he was feeling.

The curvature of Sikong Yan's mouth hardened a little.

The dancers writhed their waists and danced in the middle of the field.

The guests exchanged their heads and their eyes swept over the Maison's chest, only a few of them really cared about dancing, and most of the men were looking at what they were interested in.

The music suddenly changed, and the dancers retreated to the sides, revealing a woman dressed in colorful clothes, with silver bells on her hands and feet, dancing and jingling.

Her face was covered with a red veil that fluttered gently as she danced, occasionally revealing the fairness of her face.

Sikong Yan's body suddenly sat up straight.

Han Yue sat closest to him, and she clearly felt his breathing getting heavier, and the muscles in her body tightened.

"The King?" Han Yue called him tentatively.

Sikong Yan turned a deaf ear, his eyes were fixed on the dancing girl, and the two hands placed on his knees subconsciously clenched into fists.

The dancers in the field continued to dance with the music, and gradually approached the seat of Sikong Yanfei.

Her bright eyes seemed to be filled with endless tenderness, constantly looking at Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan's jaw tightened, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled faintly a few times.

Han Yue was greatly confused in her heart.

Sikong Yanfei: What's wrong?

Although the dancer in front of her is beautiful, there is nothing special in her opinion, why is Sikong Yanfei's performance so excited.

With the end of the last drum, the dancer jumped and stopped perfectly in front of Sikong Yan's scarlet seat, and the red veil on her face was raised high.

"Sister?" Sikong Yan squeezed out a word from between his teeth in a low voice, and Han Yue was stunned.

Sikong Yanfei's sister?

How is this possible! How could she escape when she was captured by the prince, and the dancing girl in front of her seemed to be the same age as her, how could she be Sikong Yanfei's sister.

Just when Hanyue was full of suspicion, Ying Yingfuli, a woman wearing a red veil, spoke: "The concubine is Princess Puyang, and I have seen King Danyang. ”