"Her name is Yan Shiyi, and she is the girl I felt excited about when I first met."

Jing Can pressed his chest, the tears in his eyes had not faded, and the light of anticipation arose. He didn't see it, Xiao Qian and Li Heng also pressed their chests.

knew that Jing Can was talking about Yan Shiyi!

Xiao Qian frowned, he didn't expect to repel King Xiaoxian, and there were wolves staring.

Zhao Yin suddenly remembered something, slapped the table excitedly and smiled:

"Is it a peasant girl who went to Fuchun Garden with the county lord?"

Jing Can raised her eyes and nodded.

Zhao Yin shook the sleeves of his robe, couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and said:

"I saw her at the county lord's mansion today. She calls herself a peasant girl and knows how to heal, and I think she is more dignified than those noble girls. Especially when she has a gloomy face, it's not too charming! ”

"Ahh

Xiaoxian Wang Li Heng and Jing Can opened their mouths together, and you look at me, I look at you, their faces are blue and white.

Jing Can twisted Li Heng's thigh from under the table, and muttered fiercely in his eyes:

"Don't try to rob, I'm determined to win."

Li Heng bared his teeth, his good-looking face lost his expression management, and he was hideous again. Gritted his teeth unwillingly and spit out a few words:

"Don't even think about it!"

As he spoke, he reached out and fought back. The two of them quietly and silently engaged in a leg-twisting battle under the table.

Xiao Qian's face was calm, but his heart was turbulent. Compared with Jing Can, it is obvious that Zhao Yin, the little prince of Lian, is more dangerous. Regardless of his life background or appearance, Zhao Yin shows the charm of a mature man everywhere, Jing Can is only half a child, love at first sight is superficial, and he can't say any of Yan Shiyi's characteristics.

A burst of melodious silk and bamboo floated in, the sound of the zither flowed slowly, the drum sound was not loud, the stuck point was accurate, and a red yarn fell from the sky.

Someone downstairs exclaimed:

"Liu Qingge is going to dance!"

The exclamations were booed, and only music lingered in the air.

The red yarn slowly hung down and dragged to the edge of the stage, and someone exclaimed again and covered his mouth again.

Behind the red veil is a light and graceful dancing girl. With the music, her arms and long waist seemed to be moved by the wind, supported by the clouds, and the dance was so wonderful that it was impossible to describe it in words.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that Liu Qingge's dance is the best in the world."

Zhao Yin looked at it calmly, then turned his head and poured himself a drink.

The red veil floated down, revealing a dancing girl wearing a red robe, her mouth and nose covered with red veil, and a golden hairpin on her head, although the clothes were simple, but the whole body was red, like a blooming rose, and like a flame, which made people boil with blood at a glance and look obsessed.

"I'm going to go first, you drink slowly."

Jing Can didn't wait for them to answer, and walked out the door quickly.

"Jing Can was controlled too tightly by his grandmother, and of course he had to marry his beloved when he married a wife."

Zhao Yin seemed to be unaware of Jing Can's departure, and drank to himself with a cup.

Li Heng was fascinated by Liu Qingge on the stage, and his eyes were not instantaneous. At the end of the song, he sat up straight, smiled slightly, and said:

"Although the dance is good, I always feel that something is missing. It would be better if she could do the sword dance! ”

Zhao Yin smiled:

"I know you like handsome women, and a foreign princess is just right for you. The Queen Mother also intends to marry you and a foreign princess. ”

Li Heng's face that had just eased turned pale again, and he said in a loud voice:

"No, I'd rather die."

Xiao Qian poured wine for Zhao Yin with a smile, and asked lightly:

"How does the little prince know that a foreign princess is suitable for the little virtuous king?"

"Yes......"

Zhao Yin held the wine glass, his eyes fixed on Xiao Qian's face, and suddenly said:

"I think a foreign princess is more suitable for you as a king! How do I know? I was ordered by the emperor to welcome a foreign princess into Beijing. After walking on the road for a month and a half, do you think I know a foreign princess very well? ”