The noisy banquet hall was silent, and everyone's heads seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and turned to the gate.

Before anyone arrived, from the gate, there was a faint sound of ringing and clanging, which became clearer and clearer.

With a whispered exclamation and a flirtatious whistle in the hall, a bright and incomprehensible figure appeared at the door.

The beauty is twenty-eight fragrant, with long silver hair, coiled into a high cloud ring on her head, and her head is full of pearls.

Her face is exquisite, as bright as a lily, as gorgeous as a rose, pure and bewitching wonderfully intertwined, a pair of peach blossom phoenix eyes are like water, fluttering, bright as if she can speak, the tips of her eyes are slightly raised, and there is a natural bone-eroding charm between her gestures.

A floor-sweeping white leather robe, sewn purely from ferret, made her more and more charming and luxurious.

Completely ignoring a pair of fiery eyes, the woman came all the way to the center of the banquet hall, and bowed gracefully to the fourth prince.

At this time, the dozen or so musicians who followed this beautiful woman in had already sat down around the open space in the center of the banquet hall, played the drums and controlled the piano, and were ready.

These musicians are also young beauties, but at this time, they are like fireflies under the full moon, eclipsed, and no one pays attention to them.

The unique melodious sound of the harp rises slowly.

The beauty parted her hands, and the mink fur that wrapped her delicate body slipped off her shoulders, and a maid stepped forward to catch it.

She dew her ivory-like smooth and round fragrant shoulders, and wore a silver trimmed corset skirt like a blooming snow begonia, which made her posture more and more sultry, protruding forward and backward, and moderately slender and fat, light and agile.

When the flute played the first note, the beautiful woman raised her hand, threw out two long water sleeves, and the whole person danced like a shock.

For a time, the sound of the piano bursts, the flute sound is like urging, the field is full of dragons and snakes, and the beauties are shuttling like swallows.

The beauties vibrate their hands and feet, their delicate bodies are spinning, their clothes are fluttering, and their colorful sleeves are turned over, which is dazzling.

Everyone was fascinated by it, and they didn't know who was leading the applause, and suddenly there was a burst of color, almost toppling the roof.

Suddenly, the music slowed down, turning from rushing to trickling water.

A pair of water sleeves flying all over the field suddenly became gentle, and the beautiful jade hand was raised, it was a soft wave of water, and the jade arm shook, like a gust of wind and light clouds.

She opened her lips lightly, dancing and singing, her voice was like heaven: "Sijunjun is not here every day, and Sijunjun is not coming at night." I often remember in the wind, when the flowers bloomed, the green plums were small, and the flute was slow. The years are like sand and it is difficult to stay, although the flowers are muddy, the green plums are still there, and he will come again......"

As soon as this beauty entered, Gao Ge's heartbeat accelerated several beats, not because he was a womanizer, but because he was surprised to find that she was vaguely similar to his fiancée An Wei.

Moreover, I don't know if it's an illusion, Gao Ge felt that when this beautiful woman passed by him, she seemed to glance at him with a beautiful eye like autumn water, intentionally or unintentionally.

But he also noticed right away that the beauty's ears were pointed.

The pointed pinna on this beauty's head was not ugly at all, but rather a little pretty and chic, but it already showed her identity - she was a barbarian, a barbarian maiden.

This is a hierarchical world, there is a world of difference between the four ranks of monks, nobles, commoners, and slaves, and barbarians are born to be cheap slaves who can be bullied at will.

The barbarians outside the Great Wall are all enemies, and the barbarians inside the Great Wall are slaves, which is the rule and common sense of this world.

With the sound of a cracked piano, the music stopped abruptly, and the barbarian girl's jade arms were lightly relaxed, and her delicate body was pitched, posing in a beautiful shape, motionless, like a sculpture carved in pink jade.

"Good!" hundreds of rough voices exploded almost at the same time, deafening, and the dance of beautiful women was undoubtedly the climax of the evening.

Amid the long-lasting applause and cheers, the barbarian girl walked towards the fourth prince, she was sweating lightly, leaving a burst of fragrance along the way, which caused the officers' eyes to shine, and their throats slid down, all of them looking greedy to devour her alive.

If it weren't for the presence of the fourth prince, it is estimated that many officers would have stretched out the hand of the salty pig, no matter how beautiful the barbarian girl is, she is also a slave, she is a plaything, what does it matter if you touch the two.

"What a poem "To Aisha", which is a poem written by the troubadour Tapton Quayle to his childhood sweetheart, Aisha. It's really unfortunate to love each other but not be together!" The fourth prince playfully looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him with her chin and said, "I didn't expect that the barbarian singer could interpret this poem so well, what a stunner." ”

The barbarian girl who was radiant on the stage and looked forward to it freely bowed her head deeply at this time and did not say a word.

Slaves cannot look up at the nobles.

"Your Highness, this is the number one of the Kabuki troupe in my house, whose name is Yinyue, of Silver Fox blood, the third generation of mature barbarians, seventeen years old. Count Tomacili bowed and introduced, while secretly looking at the expression of the fourth prince.

"What a charming little goblin, the Silver Fox Clan has many beautiful women, and it really deserves its reputation. Prince Golden chuckled, his fingers rubbing his jaw lightly.

"I would like to dedicate her to Your Highness. Tomacili stepped forward and lowered her voice further, "She's still a chick. ”

Prince Golden laughed and stroked his palm, "My Earl, I am glad to accept your kindness. ”

The handsome and mighty guard standing behind Prince Golden, who had been sculpturally silent all night, with a grim gaze, had a strange look in his eyes.

"Shall I do with this brute at will, then?" said Prince Golden, with his hands outstretched, to Count Tomacily.

"Of course! she's yours. Count Tomacili smiled flatteringly, and his face was like a flower.

"Very well!" said Prince Golden, tapping the arm of his chair, stood up, and said in a loud voice, "Gentlemen, I am announcing a bounty. ”

After a pause, when he saw that all the officers were concentrating their eyes, Prince Gordon pointed to the barbarian girl in front of him, and raised his voice further: "I once said that tomorrow, if any warrior is the first to plant the military flag on the head of Weishan City, I will personally apply to the military headquarters for a reward for him." Now, I declare that this slave girl will be an extra jackpot!"

Count Tomasili's smile froze for a moment, and froze strangely on his wrinkled old face.

The barbarian girl glanced up at Prince Golden in surprise, and immediately lowered her head.

After a breath, the scene was overturned by a burst of cheers.

"Beauty, you're mine!"

"Long live His Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Hey, baby, wait for me one more day. ”

......

By the time Gao Ge and his coat lay in his little tent, covered with a cold, hard blanket, he had completely calmed down.

Beside him, Gurley was already snoring like thunder.

After returning to the tent of the march, Gao Ge first stuffed the already drunk Gree into his own bed, and then finally saw himself vaguely in a small bronze mirror covered with scratches.

Dark hair, lake blue pupils, can actually be regarded as handsome, but sloppy, the chin is covered with grass and still soft tendrils, the hair has not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and the oil knots hang on the forehead.

Gao Ge, who has always loved neatness, immediately couldn't stand it, and immediately brought a bucket of water to clean himself up, and shaved his beard with a sharp dagger.

While tidying himself up, Gao Ge unexpectedly found that his body was actually quite strong, with well-proportioned muscles, and he was vigorous and powerful.

A vague old scene surfaced in Gao Ge's mind: in his childhood, he was tightly embraced by a pair of gentle arms, warm but somewhat rough hands gently caressed his body, and he was sore and sobbed quietly.

A gentle sigh sounded in his ears: "Child, don't blame me for forcing you to exercise so hard, you have nothing, if you don't have a strong body, how can you survive in this cannibalistic world!"

Two drops of warm heat fell on his neck and slowly flowed down, a little ticklish.

Gao Ge's heart ached slightly, this gentle figure was his mother in this world, and it was also one of the few warmth in his vague memory.

If you come to it, let it be safe.

Gao Ge shook his head, dispelled the sad memory, relaxed his body, and closed his eyes.

Perhaps, this is just a dream, and when you open your eyes tomorrow, you may see the unfinished manuscript in front of you.

Before falling asleep, Gao Ge vaguely looked forward to this.

......

In a large, richly decorated tent, the light was dim, and only two of the ten tall candelabra scattered among them were still burning candles.

Gordon sat motionless in silk pajamas, his eyes slightly closed.

He had apparently just finished washing, and his crimson hair was still wet, making him look even more handsome.

The tall blonde guard who had been standing behind him in the banquet hall was carefully tending to his hair with a horn comb dipped in sesame oil.

"Your Highness, that dirt bun has deceived you. According to the Shadow's tip, the singer of the Silver Fox Clan was not raised in his family, but was bought last year. The tall guard's voice was thick and full of manliness.

"Oh!" Gordon didn't open his eyes, but tapped the arm of the chair with his slender fingers before asking, "Does it have anything to do with those people?"

"I didn't find any clues. She grew up in an old-fashioned theater troupe that specialized in training barbarian kabuki, and she didn't have a particularly complicated background. The tall guard said.

"That's good!" said Golden, raising his eyebrows with his eyes closed, and chuckled as if he remembered something, "I am amused when I think of the count's expression at that time. ”

"Why didn't Your Highness keep that brute girl to yourself, didn't you say she was a charming little goblin?" the tall guard's voice stiffened.

Golden opened his eyes, and at this time, his pair of turquoise eyes were no longer aggressive, and he raised his slender hand, crossed his shoulder, and grabbed the big hand behind him, which was usually used to holding a sword, and was now pinching a small horn comb.

"Francis!" he sighed, "my mind has never changed, as you should know. ”

Francis froze, fell to his knees, embraced the prince with his back to him, and murmured emotionally: "Your Highness, I am willing to die for you!"

The last two candlesticks were also extinguished.

Outside the big tent, the light rain in early spring was dripping, and it didn't stop.

But in the dark sky, there are already a few cold stars in several places, and tomorrow should be a good day.