The Hall of Thrillers.

The nobles in the room gathered, and Wan'er was accompanied by Chu Xiuchen as the maid of King Chen.

"Your Highness, Wan'er will pour you wine."

Chu Xiuchen was lying on the soft seat with half of his body on his side, and his narrow eyes were hooked with a touch of interest.

"The emperor hasn't raised a glass to toast the first cup, so I can't spoil the etiquette, I look at the grapes on the table and it's still tempting, so I'll eat a few to cushion my stomach first."

Saying that, Chu Xiuchen stretched out his hand to pick the grapes on the table, and Wan'er hurriedly knelt down and took a step forward, "Your Highness, let Wan'er come." ”

Chu Xiuchen's elbows were half-propped up on his forehead, his skillful fox eyes exuded an extremely feminine beauty, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a good-looking arc, neither humble nor arrogant, which happened to make people's hearts tremble.

"Okay."

"Hmm." Wan'er bowed her head shyly, and her cheeks were smeared with a touch of pink red.

She stretched out her hand and lightly picked a grape, carefully peeled off the purple-black grape skin, and handed the crystal green flesh to Chu Xiuchen's lip flap.

"Your Highness, come-"

Chu Xiuchen lightly opened her lips, and the tip of her tongue lightly touched the flesh of the mouth, and it happened that the bad wet woman touched her fingertips.

Wan'er's hands trembled slightly, and her body was also strange for a while, as if she was afraid of being discovered in her heart, she withdrew her hand a little at a loss, pretending to be nothing, and then peeled grapes for him.

Chu Xiuchen's eyebrows were frivolous, and the hand and belly in his sleeve rubbed gently, "Wan'er doesn't have to be tired, the banquet will be over for a while, don't be tired of you." ”

Wan'er's body paused slightly, and she raised her head, her eyes flashing with eager desire.

"Your Highness, Wan'er is not tired, Wan'er is okay-"

Wan'er hasn't finished her words yet—

"The emperor has arrived—Concubine Xi has arrived—"

Chu Xiuchen flicked his sleeves, got up from the soft seat, and all the nobles and servants saluted.

Chu Mingye held Nangong Xiyue's hand and walked from the brightly lit outer hall to the golden hall.

At this time, Nangong Xiyue was wearing a red fox fur outside, and the fox fur was inside... Isn't it spring.

Chu Ming led Nangong Xiyue at night, overlooking the clouds.

"All Aiqing don't need to be polite, today's Chinese New Year's Eve, Shu specially set up such a Chinese feast, to share with Qing, everyone does not need to be restrained."

Saying that, Chu Mingye lifted a glass of wine from the table and raised it slightly, "Come, Zhong Aiqing and I drink this first glass of wine together to comfort me Daqi, this year is smooth and the people are healthy." ”

Everyone raised their glasses, "The wind and rain are smooth, and all the people are healthy!" ”

The crowd drank it all.

After drinking the glass of wine, the waiter was soon filled again, and probably blessed some clouds again, and finally sat down.

After all, it is a luxurious and huge feast in the palace nobles, and silk and bamboo wind music is naturally indispensable.

Soon, a group of white-skinned and beautiful, ragged, and graceful beauties danced with the wind music on the round platform in the center of the banquet, and the banquet reached a climax for a while.

Although Zhongqing deliberately drank less wine, it was also a good time, at least the beauty was appreciated, and the song was also listened to, and the most unexpected thing was that they were fortunate to appreciate the graceful dance of the favorite concubine Xifei, who was once a generation of military generals-

"Next dance, Fengni—"

When Nangong Xiyue heard this, she was taking a shallow sip of wine, her body paused slightly, and she looked at Chu Mingye, but she saw him also looking at her.

"Concubine Ai, it's your turn, don't let me down." Chu Mingye smiled lightly, and her slender hand rubbed her face.

Nangong Xiyue pursed her lips slightly, swallowed the wine in her mouth, put the cup on the table in front of her, Ying Ying smiled, and her voice was shy and cute.

"Your Majesty..."

"Go ahead."

Nangong Xiyue felt all kinds of disgust in her heart, but she still reached out and untied her robe and cloak, her clothes fell off, red and white, and suddenly the noisy sound of pushing the cup and changing the lamp in the audience seemed to be silent in the sea.

The sound of heavy breathing around him increased significantly, and even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard clearly.

Nangong Xiyue got up, leaned over slightly, and smiled with shallow eyes, as if she could charm all beings.

She was originally from a family that practiced martial arts, and the dancers on the round platform at this time were also lined up, and now only Nangong Xiyue was left alone, and she could start the Fengni Dance.

Chu Xiuchen elbowed the table, his slender white hand supported his side face, and a pair of affectionate and bewitching eyes stared directly at Nangong Xiyue, and his prodigal and cynical appearance was vividly displayed.

Wan'er looked at Chu Xiuchen, and the ten fingers in her sleeves were clenched.

"Your Highness, Wan'er is a little uncomfortable, can you go outside to breathe?"

"Well, go ahead, go ahead." Chu Xiuchen's eyes never left Nangong Xiyue's body an inch, and he glanced at Wan'er even more worriedly, his tone was fast and slow, and he could see that he was a little impatient.

The smile on Wan'er's face suddenly stiffened, she glanced at Nangong Xiyue slightly, there was hatred in her eyes, and then she got up and walked towards the outside of the hall from the side.

At the moment when Wan'er left, Chu Xiuchen's eyes burst with a touch of coldness, he turned the wine glass in his hand three times, and then lay on the soft seat as if nothing happened, quietly preparing to enjoy the dance.

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At the same time, a blue figure hidden in the dark pressure of the crowd suddenly flashed.

Nangong Xiyue bypassed the table and chairs, on top of the stepped stone, tiptoeing lightly, and suddenly spun around and fell into the round platform, she parted half of the veil in her ears, and the shadow was even more enchanting.

......

After Wan'er left her seat, she went out of the temple gate, and saw a man dressed in white at a hidden corner, took something from his hand, and after saying a few words, she returned to the temple.

The route she chose was very subtle, not only so that people would not notice her whereabouts, but also to attack those officials who were obsessively watching the performance on the round stage.

And Wan'er thought that all this was seamless, but every step just made the latecomers see it clearly, and they also saw clearly what tricks she was doing.

"Your Highness." Wan'er sat beside Chu Xiuchen with a light smile on her face.

At this time, the dance of Fengni was at the stage of the end, Chu Mingye personally went down the steps to put on clothes for Nangong Xiyue, and the two of them were holding hands and walking back to their original seats.

Chu Xiuchen seemed to be a little unsatisfied, "Oh, okay!" That's great! It's a pity that there is only one dance. ”

Wan'er looked at the person who was ascending the stairs, and her eyes flashed with loneliness and at the same time, a touch of light lit up.

"If Your Highness likes this dance, Wan'er can dance for Your Highness."

Chu Xiuchen paused.

He retracted his gaze, looked at Wan'er, and stroked the wet hair on her forehead with his hand, "Why is Wan'er sweating so much, but it's very uncomfortable?" ”

"Huh?" Wan'er's eyes were slightly sluggish for a moment, she lowered her head, stepped back lightly, and stroked the silk hair in front of her forehead casually with her hand, "Oh, it's not a big deal, I'm just cold, I was a little cold when I went out just now, and I broke out in a cold sweat." ”

A moment of strangeness flashed in Chu Xiuchen's eyes, "Yuan Wan'er has such a special disease, why don't you tell me in advance, so that I won't let you risk the crisis here no matter what." ”

Wan'er's body paused slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Chu Xiuchen, with a look of joy on her face.

"Wan'er is fine, it's just a minor illness, it's okay, His Royal Highness Lao is worried."

Chu Xiuchen took off the dark green robe on his body and put it on Wan'er's body, "Is this better?" ”

"Temple... Your Highness—" Wan'er's eyes were filled with surprise and faint joy.

Chu Xiuchen's hand rested lightly on Wan'er's shoulder, "You are a person from my Chenwang Mansion, as long as you don't betray my Chenwang for a while, I will protect you for a while." ”

Mo Li, who was in the dark, looked at everything in front of him, and his eyebrows and eyes rose heroically.

His Highness is still the former Highness!

Obviously said the most gentle words, but can always give people the most fatal blow to the heart.