Across the vast sea of people, Yuan Cheng saw the girl on the bank of the river at a glance.

She is still as beautiful as she was at the beginning, perhaps because she is married, and her pure and flawless beauty adds a bit of charm and style, like a white camellia that blooms late in late spring, elegant, arrogant, and romantic.

Such a beauty is not in his East Palace.

Possessiveness looms.

He was very satisfied that she took the initiative to appear, and there was even a hint of tenderness in her voice: "Miss Daozhu, long time no see." ”

Pei Daozhu has calmed down a little.

She glanced at the iron brambles.

She knows how good her dancing skills are, even if she dances with thorns, it is not impossible to get out of it.

She whispered, "Long time no see...... Today, I would like to dance for the crown prince. ”

She walked towards Chishadai.

Xie Lin's face was ugly, and he grabbed her: "Sister Pei!" ”

"It doesn't matter." Pei Daozhu smiled at him, "I'll be fine." ”

In full view of everyone, she calmly climbed onto the high platform.

She is wearing a white brown robe skirt today, the wide sleeves that drag the ground seem to be misty, and the tender yellow ribbon is close to the waist, outlining the slender waist, like a fragile flower branch that breaks when it is broken.

The complicated tender yellow silk silk hangs down on the skirt, with the strong wind blowing on the river bank, the white skirt and the silk silk fly together, just like the fine snow in spring, and she stands in the fine snow, slightly tilts her head, the fine light falls on her cheeks, and her beauty is overwhelming.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent ......"

Yuan Cheng held the wine cup in one hand, stared at Pei Daozhu with both eyes, and subconsciously recited the poems belonging to the Han people.

He didn't know what kind of beauty "peerless and independent" was before, but today, he has seen it.

The chimes rang out.

The water sleeves are raised high.

Pei Daozhu glanced at the embarrassed but resolute captives.

The feeling at the bottom of my heart is complicated and wonderful.

She lived for more than a decade and never made a sacrifice for anyone.

In her heart, her own interests are even more important than anything else.

She had tasted poverty, and prosperity and a bright future had become her lifelong dream.

Preserving one's own life is more important than anything else.

But today......

She had no way to watch these generals who fought for their family and country being killed by Yuan Cheng in vain.

She couldn't make it happen that innocent people died in front of her, but she was still indifferent.

When did it start to change?

The delicate and beautiful Danfeng eyes drooped slightly, like a butterfly converging its wings.

She forgot......

In the next moment, as the music of the chimes reached a climax, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The white water sleeves fluttered as she swirled, and the girl's bending waist and dancing made everyone on the bank of the river forget the tension of the confrontation between the two countries.

Yuan Cheng picked up the jade chopsticks and gently tapped the wine cup with the music.

He admired Pei Daozhu's dancing insolently, the possessiveness in his eyes became more and more intense, and for a moment, his thin lips curled, and he suddenly glanced playfully at the girl's feet.

She was dressed in plain white shoes.

The iron thorns cut through the silk cloth with ease, and blood oozed from her feet, and soon stained the plain shoes.

She is just a deep girl, although her body is lighter than ordinary girls, but she has never learned light skills, and dancing on thorns is still difficult for her after all.

But she didn't seem to notice the pain in her feet.

She still dances like a white butterfly flying over iron thorns.

This dance is finally over.

Yuan Cheng took the lead in applauding: "Miss Pei's dance fell into the city, which opened Gu's eyes." ”

Pei Daozhu stood in the iron thorns and looked at him coldly: "Can you release people?" ”

Yuan Cheng smiled and snapped his fingers.

One of the captives was immediately loosened by the guards and led to the foot of Chisha Terrace, where he was handed over to the onlookers.

Yuan Cheng smiled and asked, "There are still twelve captives left here, how about it, Miss Pei wants to continue?" ”

The eyes are facing each other.

Pei Daozhu stared at the other party's eyes, and clearly saw the contempt in his eyes.

Contempt for her, contempt for the whole of Jiangnan.

She smiled as well: "Go on." ”

On the bank of the river, the music of the chimes is elegant and melodious.

The girl stepped on the music, dancing one after another......

Her feet were already bloody and fleshy, and even her white and soft legs were gradually pierced by iron thorns.

Pain and exhaustion are intertwined.

The snow-white skirt gradually dyed bright red, and her body was not as light as it had been at the beginning, and the skirt made of light gauze and silk was even more torn apart by thorn hooks.

Everyone remained quiet, lest they break the fragile but beautiful picture in front of them.

No one knows how much pain the girl on the round platform is.

But there was a strange smile on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

It's like mocking Yuan Cheng, and it's like mocking the entire northern country.

They used their captives as bait to lure girls from enemy countries to dance for them, and they had an army several times stronger than that of the southern country, but they refused to win head-on on the battlefield, but bullied a small girl from the depths of the country......

Wordless disdain began to spread through the crowd.

The eyes of the people looking at Yuan Cheng changed again and again, and finally turned into a thick contempt.

Even some northern soldiers couldn't help frowning, and in the never-ending dance of thorns, from the initial coveting of Pei Daozhu's beauty, it gradually turned into respect for the opponent of the enemy country.

Yuan Cheng pinched the wine cup.

Even though he was smiling, the smile had long since become hideously distorted.

He understood the contempt in Pei Daozhu's eyes, and he also understood the mockery of the people present at him.

At first, he just wanted to lure Pei Daozhu out through the captive, and then viciously give her a dismount, he thought that this woman was squeamish and shallow, jumping and jumping, maybe she would beg him for mercy.

He wanted to break the woman's spine as he did the spine of the South.

But......

Pei Daozhu is actually fearless and painful, and he has jumped to the present!

Bae Daozhu......

She wasn't an empty vase, he should have known.

Fine cracks gradually spread on the wine glass.

Yuan Chengpi didn't smile: "Miss Pei has good skills......"

Bae Daozhu didn't pay attention to him.

She danced on the thorns to the music, and glanced at the captives on the high platform, there were still two people left, and after two more dances, she would be able to save them all.

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Good night duck