The news that Sikong Yan was the king of Danyang spread within a few days.

All the magnates in the city, big and small, heard the news, especially the businessmen who were familiar with Sikong Yan in the past, and all came to the door one after another to ask for a meeting.

Sikong Yanfei was busy all day long and didn't see anyone, and Hanyue also went to the iron idiot Zhong Rangong every day, and when he came back, he stayed in his house to carve and paint.

After Hanyue bathed that night, she was sitting on the couch with a carving knife and fiddling with her bamboo board, when several maids appeared at the door and saluted her: "The king ordered Mrs. to go." ”

Han Yue remembered that Sikong Yanfei hadn't come to her in the past few days, and after hesitating for a moment, she lowered her head again and carved the bamboo board: "What did the king call me?" ”

The maids were stunned, for it seemed to them that the king had summoned his wife to bed.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Hanyue didn't pay attention to it, still using the carving knife seriously.

"Madame!" The maids were anxious, "The king is still waiting for his wife." ”

Han Yue looked focused, staring at the bamboo board, stopping from time to time to think for a moment.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

The maids turned their heads and were surprised to see King Danyang striding into the courtyard.

"Where's Mrs. Moon?" Sikong Yan asked in a deep voice, his tone with obvious displeasure.

The maids knelt on the ground in fright, bowing their heads, "Madame...... She wouldn't go......"

Sikong Yan frowned slightly and stepped into the door.

Han Yue was shrinking on the couch by the window, Sikong Yanfei looked at it and stood there quietly, he seemed to be crazy.

Han Yue was dressed in a middle coat, loosely draped on the outside, revealing her slender and slender neck, hanging her head, and her hair flowing slowly at her side like a waterfall.

Sikong Yan's eyes flashed, and he muttered, "I don't want this bewitching woman to have a time when she is as clear as water." ”

He spoke in a low voice, and Han Yue was contemplating, completely unaware of the fact that there was another person in the room.

When Sikong Yanfei saw the bamboo board in her hand, the corners of her lips raised slightly and walked over.

He walked all the way to the couch, leaned down, and pressed his head to her head before Han Yue came back to her senses.

"King!" Hanyue's eyes widened, revealing a look of panic and unease.

"Hugh has to pretend again, you are not afraid of me." Sikong Yan scoldly reprimanded.

Hanyue blinked and smiled, every time her little trick couldn't escape his eyes.

"Why is the king coming?" She asked knowingly.

Sikong Yanfei looked down at her, "The moon can't answer the call, so the husband has to find it himself." ”

The attendants waiting outside the door were all shocked into a cold sweat when they heard this.

Just now, those maids were still shirking their responsibilities in front of Sikong Yanfei, saying that Mrs. Yue refused to go, but they didn't expect that their king didn't mean to blame at all, and they found it themselves......

It seems that this Lady Moon is really extremely favored, and it is not known whether she will really be able to become the king's side room in the future.

Hanyue was also shocked by Sikong Yanfei's words.

When did the powerful King of Danyang ever be so soft, when was the sun coming out of the west?

Hanyue turned her head to look out the window.

Outside is already sparse with moon stars, how can there be any sun.

"What is the moon looking at?"

"The Sun!" Hanyue blurted out.

Sikong Yan's face turned black in an instant, how could he not hear the meaning of Han Yue's words, reached out and grabbed her wrist and snatched the carving knife away.

"The moon is pampered and coquettish."

Han Yue was pushed down on the couch by him, but she giggled, "That's also the king's favor." ”

These words were obviously right for Sikong Yanfei's thoughts, and he pushed away a few cases on the couch, and he leaned down to cover her lips.

Han Yue closed her eyes slightly to meet him, and her lips were full of his breath, tossing and turning, and there was a faint smell of wine.

It seems that he was drunk.

Sikong Yan's hand continued to exert force, tightly hugging Si Hanyue's waist.

Just when Han Yue thought he would go deeper, he let go of her lips and sighed lowly.

Han Yue opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise.

Sikong Yanfei turned his head sideways to look at the bamboo boards on top of several cases, which were engraved with many strange patterns, he had secretly sent someone to inquire in the past few days, and knew that Hanyue was helping the iron idiot Zhong Rangong to build a new wind tree, so that the temperature of the furnace could be raised to a new level.

"The King?" Han Yue called, not knowing why he was suddenly a little lost.

"You've been busy with this all these days?" Sikong Yan asked.

"I've already promised Zhong Rangong." Han Yue blinked, how could she escape his eyes when she was doing, thinking that he already knew what she was doing, "He also said that one day the king doesn't want me, he will let me enter their clan and choose a good match for me." ”

Sikong Yan's hand tightened, and he pinched the soft flesh on her waist heavily.

Han Yue cried out in pain.

Sikong Yanfei also knew that she was doing this on purpose, but Zhong Rangong was open-mouthed, and if this kind of words came out of other people's mouths, he would definitely be angry.

"The king spares his life......" Han Yue forced a smile, but there was a frightened expression on her face.

Looking at the smile in her eyes that couldn't be hidden, Sikong Yanfei slowly let go of her hand, "I'm tired, go to bed early." ”

He didn't tease her anymore, but just loosened his clothes, held her in his arms, and after a while, his breath sank.

Han Yue couldn't sleep with her eyes open.

He clearly had something on his mind, but he wouldn't say it.

In a daze, she heard Sikong Yanfei's low voice beside her.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Sikong Yanfei standing in front of the couch, the maid kneeling at his feet to help him change his clothes, and it was not even dark outside the window.

When she woke up, all the maids hung their heads.

Sikong Yan said lightly, "Doesn't Yue know that she has to get up early to serve the Lone King to change clothes." ”

Han Yue got up with a grunt, looking annoyed, but she was slandering in her heart: He got up so early and didn't call me, this guy definitely did it on purpose.

As a concubine, she had to serve her master to change clothes in the morning, and she didn't wake up because she slept late last night.

Sikong Yan saw her head down, looking honest and well-behaved, the corners of her lips curled imperceptibly, and in an instant, she returned to her previous cold look.

"There is a banquet tomorrow, and the month can be prepared in advance." After saying that, Sikong Yan turned around and left.

Got a feast?

Han Yue asked the maids beside her, "Who is the banquet?" ”

The maid said: "The prince is the king's marriage, Princess Puyang has been to the city yesterday, and is now living in the Yichang Marquis's Mansion, and the king will take Princess Puyang to the palace after the banquet tomorrow." ”

Han Yue froze.

How did she forget about it.

Princess Puyang, the woman who was forcibly stuffed by the emperor to Sikong Yanfei, she was going to marry and be a wife.

Sooner or later, Sikong Yanfei will marry his wife Jun and become her mother......

For some reason, Han Yue suddenly felt a little cold.

She retracted into the covers.

There was still a scarlet breath in the quilt, and she shrank there motionlessly, but the slight coolness in her heart gradually expanded.

Strange, why did she care about any of this?

Hanyue shook her head violently.

She didn't have expectations for him, with his identity, sooner or later another heroine would marry, why bother herself.

And that princess Puyang may be the one who the prince sent someone to secretly get rid of Sikong Yanfei.

Thinking of this, Han Yue immediately became energetic again.

"Someone, change clothes!" She jumped up from the couch.