Sikong Yan was covered in dust, and before he had time to change the clothes on his body, he directly carried Hanyue to the palace.

"The King?" Han Yue looked up at him in surprise.

There was a faint cloud between Sikong Yan's frowns, and her face was cloudy, she couldn't judge the man's mood at the moment.

But she could sense that he seemed to be very excited, and he was trying to suppress the feeling.

Entering the main hall, Sikong Yanfei waved away all the maids, and in silence, he exhaled a long breath.

Han Yue called tentatively: "King, let me down." ”

Sikong Yanfei lowered her head, looking at Hanyue in her arms, her fair face was stained with a lot of black ash, thinking that she had been soaked in the city these days, and she didn't have time to dress up carefully.

"Month."

"Huh?" Han Yue responded with a smile.

"Lone is back." He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

Feeling that he seemed to be a little fragile, Han Yue reached out and hugged his neck, and said aggrievedly: "Fortunately, you are back, otherwise it will be a big trouble for you if I really burn the prince to death." ”

Sikong Yanfei sneered, "Lone is not afraid of trouble, no matter how much trouble you cause, if you are lonely, don't be afraid." ”

Han Yue froze.

She felt that it was the most beautiful love story she had ever heard.

Sikong Yanfei, a guy who doesn't understand women's hearts, when did he learn to say this kind of thing?

She looked at him in surprise.

"How?" Sikong Yan saw that her eyebrows were shy, and her eyes were full of charm, and she couldn't help but cover her lips.

Han Yue wanted to speak, but his mouth was sealed, and he could only make a muffled sound.

Outside the hall, a sad figure stood there, looking at the hall with a sad face.

"King, Shang Ji asks to see." Shang Yan raised his voice.

Although the sound was not loud, it still came out of the temple.

Sikong Yan was about to tear Hanyue's clothes, when he suddenly heard Shang Yan's voice from outside the hall, and his hands couldn't help but stagnate.

Han Yue gasped slightly and calmed down.

She hadn't had time to tell him about Shang Yeon.

"Ayan?" Sikong Yanfei frowned, "Isn't she locked up in the courtyard of the back house?" He asked Xiang Hanyue about this.

Han Yue sighed silently, sat up and straightened her clothes, "Let's wait until the king sees her in person." ”

Sikong Yanfei felt that Hanyue's expression seemed to be a little cold, and he pulled her hand and pulled her into his arms, "When she leaves, you serve Gu to bathe." ”

Han Yue tugged at the corners of her mouth, in fact, she was worried that after seeing Shang Yan, he would not be in this mood.

There are thousands of women in the world, and only Shang Yan is different in his eyes, there is no doubt about this, otherwise several Shang Yan were killed by him.

"Let her in." Sikong Yanfei commanded outside the hall.

After a while, Shang Yan stumbled in, and when she looked up and saw the two figures in the hall hugging together, she called out sadly: "Yan Fei...... My life is so miserable......" he said and fell to the ground crying.

Sikong Yanfei was stunned when she saw Shang Yan: "How did you make it like this?" ”

Shang Yan raised her head, and Han Yue saw clearly that she had lost a lot of weight compared to the previous battle, and there were faint bruises on her face and neck, as if she had been beaten by someone.

"Yanfei, if you really don't like me, kill me, I have no complaints about dying in your hands, but I can't be humiliated by this woman of yours, I am not reconciled to die in her hands!"

Sikong Yan frowned, and looked down at Han Yue in his arms, "What is she talking about?" ”

Han Yue quietly lay in his arms, "The king just listened to her." ”

In fact, Sikong Yanfei wanted to hear her, and when she saw her expression, she couldn't help but move.

Shang Yan knelt on the ground and wept, "Lady Yue was disgusted with me, so she threw me out of the city in a basket of earth, and I was insulted by this in the army of ten thousand horses...... I don't have the shame to say goodbye to the king......"

Sikong Yanfei looked at the person in his arms again, "You threw her out of the city?" ”

"Yes." Han Yue replied loudly, simply admitting it, without superfluous explanations.

Shang Yan hid her face with her sleeves, crying and almost fainting, but there was one thing she didn't dare to say, she didn't dare to tell Sikong Yanfei that she had lost her body.

Even if Sikong Yanfei would be angry because of this, maybe Hanyue would be punished, but she didn't dare to bet on this matter.

That was her only chance to stay with Sikong Yanfei, and if she lost it, she really had nothing left.

"Yanfei, you have to be the master for me, you really want to watch your concubine deceive me like this, she obviously doesn't take you in her eyes, and she clearly wants to put me to death!"

Shang Yan vented her resentment in her heart, but she cried for a long time and didn't see any movement from Sikong Yanfei.

So she looked up at Sikong Yanfei.

Sikong Yan leaned on the couch, looking a little tired, he raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead.

"Yan Fei ......" Shang Yan called softly, her voice full of grievances and expectations.

Sikong Yan looked at her and was silent, and suddenly a small hand fell on the corner of his forehead, rubbing it for him.

Sikong Yanfei turned his gaze to the owner of the little hand.

Han Yue rubbed the corners of his forehead seriously, as if she hadn't noticed what Shang Yan had just said.

"I'm tired of being lonely, Ah Yan should go back." Sikong Yan said lightly.

"I don't!" Shang Yan screamed, "She made a big mistake and offended the prince, don't you punish her!" ”

Sikong Yan's gaze still stopped at Han Yue's face, and he reached out and pinched the other party's cheek heavily.

Han Yue grinned in pain, "Let go!" She was annoyed, her face cold just because she wanted to test his attitude towards Sang-yeon.

"Yuehui does that, there must be her reason, Ayan, you go back, you have to make a decision."

Sang-yeon froze.

This is not the Danyang King she knows! By no means!

He was fascinated by this demon woman, the King of Danyang she knew had always been cold-blooded and ruthless, and he only had pity for her.

Han Yue first kept the prince out of the city gates, set fire to his countless soldiers, and threw her out of the city...... She had made such a big mistake, why didn't he punish her?

"Stand down." Sikong Yanfei raised his voice.

Shang Yan shuddered, but still said stubbornly: "Yanfei, can you really protect her like this?" Do you really just don't care about me anymore, she threw me out of the city, and you don't care! ”

The corners of Han Yue's mouth twitched, revealing a trace of disdain, "Shang Ji, the king told you to retreat, didn't you hear?" Or do you really want to tear your face with me here and shake out all those things about you? ”

Shang Yantie's face was blue, "I...... What can I do for fear that you will be shaken off, that you are jealous and want to murder me! ”

Han Yue smiled slightly, "There's no way, who made me a cautious eye." She slowly snuggled into Sikong Yanfei's arms, her slender white fingertips swept over Sikong Yanfei's jaw, and gently scratched, "I can't see that there is another wife next to the king, as long as I think that he is going to hug someone else in his arms, I feel uncomfortable and sad...... You'll want to run away from ......."

Sikong Yan's breath sank, and her arms tightened her waist.

Han Yue frowned painfully, but she didn't struggle, and continued: "It was you who wanted to see the prince that day, and you refused to eat and sought death in the courtyard, how dare I not do it, so I threw you out of the city, how can you complain about me now, General Bai was also present that day, if you don't accept us, you can find General Bai to confront you face to face." ”

Shang Yan bit her lip and wanted to continue, but Sikong Yanfei suddenly stood up and dropped the sentence, "Come on, take Shang Ji back." ”

The guard entered the hall and said coldly: "Shang Ji should please herself, lest we make you lose face." ”

Shang Yan watched in despair as Sikong Yan walked towards the apse with Hanyue in her arms, and faintly she could still hear him speak in a low voice: "If the lonely one who serves tonight is comfortable, I will spare you, otherwise ......"