Qingcheng City Lord's Mansion, banquet.

Hanyue's couch seat was placed on Sikong Yanfei's side, which was the position of the lady of the main room, although they had not yet gone to the temple to worship and had not completed the ceremony, but no one present raised any objections.

Everyone knew that King Danyang was extremely fond of this bewitching woman, and in order to prove her identity, he even ventured into the Donggu Kingdom, and in the end, he was able to escape with his whole body and bring this woman back again.

Madame Qing wore a jade mask on her face, and in the middle of the banquet, many people left their respective tatams and walked back and forth.

Han Yue noticed that Mrs. Ziqing beckoned to her.

Han Yue stole a glance at Sikong Yanfei, who was surrounded by those nobles, as if she hadn't noticed her at all.

Han Yue got up and came to Mrs. Ziqing's side.

"King Danyang has prepared thirty carts of dowry for you." Mrs. Ziqing chuckled, "I really didn't see that he actually had a day folded under the woman's skirt." ”

Han Yue's face turned red, she couldn't continue what she said.

Mrs. Ziqing continued: "But you still have to be prepared in your heart, even if you marry from me, it will not be peaceful along the way. ”

Han Yue retracted her smile and nodded heavily, "I know." ”

How could Prince Wan watch them successfully complete their family affairs.

"But...... If you help us, will it be affected? Hanyue lowered her voice.

Mrs. Ziqing sneered at the wine bottle, "Everyone is gambling in this troubled world, I just put the bet on King Danyang, human life is like a mustard, don't care." ”

Han Yue couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

She also knows that human life is not worth much in this world, and there are many men who have the purpose of dying to gain a name after death, but Mrs. Ziqing is the same as her, a woman.

Even in the hardest time, she didn't think about dying, she just wanted to live well.

Han Yue fell silent, and Mrs. Ziqing handed the empty wine bottle in her hand to the side.

"Wing ......"

Someone handed over a drinking utensil.

Han Yue looked up and saw the guard next to Mrs. Ziqing leaning over and pouring wine for her.

Hanyue noticed that Tsubasa was no longer dressed as a guard, but more like a general.

"My subordinates will protect Madame." Tsubasa said in a deep voice.

Mrs. Ziqing curled the corners of her lips.

Seeing this scene, Han Yue quietly retreated.

Even if you die in the twilight of life, if you can be accompanied by someone, what does it matter if you die.

quietly turned around to look at Sikong Yanfei, and saw that he was surrounded by everyone, and he dealt with it freely.

Hanyue propped up her jaw, and unconsciously looked stupid.

She didn't notice that on the opposite seat, Qin Zhengjing's gaze was gloomy, staring straight at her.

When the banquet was dismissed, Sikong Yanfei was already a little drunk, but he kept pulling Hanyue's hand, and his steps were a little shaky.

The two of them went out of the main hall, and there were guards outside to answer them, helping Sikong Yan to get into the carriage.

Han Yue had just climbed into the carriage when Sikong Yan grabbed her clothes, and the sky spun around, and the back of her head hit the floor of the carriage.

"It hurts!" Hanyue inhaled.

The carriage turned the front of the carriage, and Sikong Yan's body shook and pressed down, almost crushing her to death.

"Sikong Yanfei!" She pushed him hard, but he was as heavy as a mountain, and he didn't move.

"Hurry up, I'm going to be crushed to death!" She complained.

"Yue, your woman's heart is like stone." Sikong Yan staggered down at her, reaching out and pinching her face.

"It hurts to death, let it go!" Han Yue didn't know how to express her feelings, even if this guy was easy to turn his face when he was sober, he was calm.

But when he was drunk, he was a complete scoundrel.

"You go away!" Hanyue kicked him with her foot.

Outside the carriage, the guards wished that they would not have long ears and would not be able to hear the voices in the carriage.

Listening to the voice, Mrs. Yue seemed to have been "repaired" by their king very miserably.

The carriage returned to their temporary quarters, but when it stopped, no one came out.

One of the guards tried to pick up the curtain, but was stopped by his companion.

"You don't want to die?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The two people in the car still did not show up, and faintly, there was a faint sound of rapid gasps.

"Protect the car...... Spread out. The commander of the guards grimaced, "No one is allowed to come forward and disturb him." ”

And they all dispersed.

When Hanyue woke up, it was already the next morning.

Sunlight shone in from behind the curtains of the windows, casting a glimmer of light over the cabin.

Her body was so heavy that she was about to be crushed to death.

"Go away!" She angrily stretched out her leg to kick the guy who had been holding her down all night.

As soon as she lifted her legs, she was grabbed by a large hand.

"Even Lone dares to kick...... You're getting bolder. Sikong Yan woke up, his voice was still lazy and hoarse, but his eyes were clear, and it was obvious that he had slept very well last night.

"Let go of me!" Han Yue shrunk her body with a look of grievance, her clothes were all torn by him, and now she didn't even have anything to hide.

And she didn't rest well at all, not to mention being a human pillow for a night, the joints on her body hurt as if they were broken.

Sikong Yan stood up, pulled her clothes, and then looked at her.

Last night, he didn't control his strength, so he was a little ruthless, and Han Yue's body was blue and purple.

He reached out and pressed it tentatively on her.

Han Yue shrank in pain, "Don't touch me." As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Sikong Yan sighed, he lost his temper yesterday.

But the thought that she always had the intention of fleeing made him angry.

He felt that he had done a good job, so why did this woman still have this kind of thought? If there is a difficulty, as a family, shouldn't she be by her side, how could she think of leaving with her two children......

He wanted to ask clearly, but he regretted it when he looked at the bruises on her body.

The more he did this, the more she wanted to run away.

He wanted to look more closely, but his outstretched hand was opened by Han Yue.

"Don't touch me!" Hanyue covered her face and cried, "You bastard, bastard......"

Sikong Yan froze.

For the first time in his life, he was scolded like this to his face, and it was his favorite woman who scolded him.

"Okay, Lone is a bastard." After a moment of silence, he said with difficulty.

This time it was Hanyue's turn to froze.

What did she just hear? The dignified King of Danyang actually admitted that he was a bastard.

Seeing her raise her head and her eyes widened in surprise, Sikong Yanfei hugged her.

"Let go of me." Hanyue pushed him.

Sikong Yan's hug became tighter and tighter, as if she was going to squeeze her to pieces.

"Moon...... If one day you dare to flee...... Lone would rather kill you with his own hands than let you go......" came his faint whisper in his ears, cold, like a cold wind blowing in the cold winter.

Han Yue couldn't help but shudder.