"Hey......"

"Oh, Sister Nettle, you're here, the sisters are waiting for you. ”

Feng Yu was about to pretend to have a stomachache, but a few young women ran over and hugged him to a room.

"It's been so long since you've changed a piece of clothing, could it be that you're taking the opportunity to make up for it?" a bewitching-looking woman stepped forward with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"That's what I said, if someone didn't deliberately spill tea on Sister Netting, why did Sister Jing have to go back to change her clothes?"

"That's it, I see, it's someone who wants to touch up the makeup, hey, Xiaoya, do you have tea, or let's help someone." ”

"You ......"

Feng Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth: Where there are really women, there is right and wrong, and a few dancing singing and dancing girls can also pinch it.

Suddenly, a cold gaze came over. Feng Yu realized something, turned his eyes to look, but didn't find anything unusual. However, when I think of the woman falling in the house, there seems to be a hidden secret. Thinking of this, Feng Yu felt a little more vigilant in his heart.

"Sister Nettle, what are you still doing with your cloak? Take it off, it's almost time to play. The woman named "Xiaoya" untied Feng Yu's cloak as she spoke.

"Don't-" Before Feng Yu could stop it, the hat of the cloak had been torn off by her.

Oh no! Feng Yu's face changed instantly, and he retreated nervously. I saw everyone looking at him with different expressions.

"Sister Netting, why did you get all your hair down? Have you gone back to freshen up?"

"It can't be a bath, is it? I'm cleaned up so I can climb into the bed of the national teacher. The seductive woman sneered.

"Mei'er, don't talk nonsense!"

Why didn't they react? Feng Yu subconsciously touched his head, hey, why did the ears become normal? And the hair, which is also black, what's the matter?

"Sister Netting, why do I think you're weird tonight?"

"Well, I—I'm not feeling well. ”

"Uncomfortable, bear with me, the national teacher is still waiting for us to play. After the dance, Sister Jing went back to rest. Xiaoya pushed Feng Yu to the dresser, "Xiaohe Xiaocai, hurry up and come over and comb Sister Ying's hair." ”

"Good. ”

"No, I—I'm not going up. ”

"How's that going to work? This dance is indispensable to you. ”

"Really, my belly ......"

Before Feng Yu finished speaking, he saw half of the old leaning in: "What are you still rubbing? Hurry up and get out, the master is going to be angry." ”

"Okay, okay, just come out!" The three of them quickly straightened Feng Yu's hair and pulled him out of the house.

What is this called? I'm a man, dancing in a woman's clothes? Believe it or not, I'm going to give you a military boxing?

Feng Yu stood behind those dancing girls, meeting the eyes of everyone present, only to feel his scalp tingle. After a glance, I saw Han Ming sitting in the first seat, looking at them with a pleasant expression. Under the moonlight, the already deep facial features are even more three-dimensional. A silver robe, showing a faint temperament. If it is paired with a folding fan, it will have a bit of the feeling of a beautiful son.

The person looked like a dog, Feng Yu saw him, and only these four words came to mind.

Hmph, this stinky man, it turns out that he came here to see the beautiful woman, which makes me worry for a long time. If I knew you were so leisurely and didn't take my escape to heart, I wouldn't have had to run away so hard.

Feng Yu pursed his lips and despised Han Ming in his heart.

At this time, the melodious sound of the piano accompanied by the sound of the flute sounded slowly. The dancing girls stood still with their own dance steps, and Feng Yu hurriedly followed behind Xiaoya.

"Sister Nettle, why are you standing behind me? Come in front of me. Xiaoya whispered.

"That's, so be it. ”

"How are you jumping in the back?" Xiao Ya pointed her toes slightly, turned to Feng Yu with the sound of the piano, and flicked her water sleeves and gently pushed Feng Yu to the middle position.

Little girl, don't fool me. Feng Yu is about to cry, I can't jump at all.

The sound of the piano gradually changed the tune, and the dancing girls raised their arms and twisted their waists, dancing gracefully like fairies. The water sleeves flicked, as if stratus clouds came out of Xiu. Feng Yu learned their movements, stumbling and jumping, how stiff and stiff the figure was.

Everyone watched the meeting and gradually felt that something was wrong. Han Ming took a sip of tea and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Lord Chen, that is the girl with the best dancing skills in your house?"

Lord Chen, who was not confused at the end of the year, wiped his sweat and seemed to be a little nervous: "Lord Hui, that girl is indeed the best singing and dancing skills in the Xiaguan Mansion, and she may be uncomfortable tonight, so she ......."

"Don't play if you're uncomfortable, it's really a disappointment to be so strong. ”

"Then the lower official told her to step down. ”

"No, since you jumped, I'll finish the jump for Lord Ben. Ben-sama wants to see how long he can last. Han Ming said, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Click. After a big movement, Feng Yu, who was gradually jumping vigorously, seemed to hear the sound of his bones being misaligned, and then a sharp pain came from his waist. Ouch mom, my waist is twisted, what should I do?

Feng Yu stroked his lower back, grinning in pain when he moved slightly, so he had to keep twisting his ass. Imagine a beautiful beauty, with an intoxicating "S" shape on her hips and crotches, and a crying face, the picture is too beautiful to watch.

Suddenly, the audience was silent, and their faces were different.

"Sister Netting, what's wrong with you?" asked Xiao Ya in a whisper.

"The waist seems to be twisted. ”

"Poof. Mei'er couldn't help laughing, "It's a shame." ”

"You ......" Feng Yu took a deep breath, and now he didn't have time to quarrel with this woman, "I won't jump, I want to go down." ”

"How can you end up now? Sister Netting, you hold on a little longer. Don't stand still, you see the old man's face is not good. ”

His face is not good, and I am not good. Feng Yu snorted coldly, symbolically moving small steps, supporting his waist with one hand, and flicking his sleeves at will with the other.

At this time, I don't know whose feet stretched out, Feng Yu didn't pay attention, he was tripped directly, and fell to the ground on all fours.

"Ouch...... "My old waist is about to break......

Feng Yu twitched in pain, tears soaring.

"This ......" Lord Chen glanced at Han Ming nervously, got up and shouted, "What's the matter?!" The dancing girls hurriedly knelt down.

"Little Nettle, how did you do that?"

"I ......"

"Don't hurry up and make amends to the national teacher. ”

"No need. Han Ming glanced at it lightly, "Lord Chen, the dancing girl in your house doesn't seem to be *centric." ”

"It's the lower officials' lax discipline that disturbs the adult's Yaxing, and I ask the adult to forgive me. ”

Han Ming was silent, slowly walked to Feng Yu, and pinched his chin: "I can't even dance well, what's the use of keeping these hands and feet?"

Feng Yu instantly thought of the entourage whose hand was cut off at the beginning, and said hurriedly: "My lord, forgive me, I didn't mean it, I ...... it because I was not feeling well."

Before he finished speaking, the person was already picked up by Han Ming. When everyone saw this, they were all surprised.

"Your Excellency, ...... you"

"The room. ”

"Oh, my lord, please. ”

......

As soon as he entered the house, Han Ming threw Feng Yu onto the bed.

"Hiss-" Feng Yu broke out in a cold sweat. This stinky man is really, don't you see him hurt?

"Where's the injury?"

"Waist. ”

"Hmph, you deserve it. ”

"......" Feng Yu squinted at Han Ming, forget about Lao Tzu, he is still gloating there, doesn't it disturb your interest?

"Why, do you dare to stare at Lord Ben?" Han Ming leaned forward, his eyes slightly cold, "Lord Ben hasn't settled accounts with you yet." ”