Sheng Zhiyao's hand holding the chopsticks was slightly forced, and her face was a little unsightly.

Zi Lang snorted disdainfully: "Why, King Chen doesn't dare to speak? Don't tell Princess Ben that you and she are just ordinary friends!"

Feng Yuanchen didn't care, and continued to pick up the dishes and taste the wine, as if there was no sound next to him.

"Hehe, what a hypocrisy. What is the unfathomable?" Zilang glanced at Feng Yuanchen with disdain.

"Enough, Zilang, you are messing around again, believe it or not, Prince Ben will tear your mouth apart!" A handsome and upright man suddenly shouted angrily at Zilang, this man is the prince of the Western Chu Kingdom.

"Yo! The eldest brother is annoyed and angry, I'm afraid you don't think it's shameful enough, right?" Zilang is not afraid to provoke to death.

"You!" The eldest prince's eyes widened, and he was furious.

There was tension in the hall, and it was about to explode, and at this time, the Emperor of Western Chu finally opened his mouth to stop the two, he looked at Feng Yuanchen and Sheng Zhiyao with a smile, and asked, "King Chen and the Lord of Yongchen have come from afar to work hard, don't care about my unruly children."

Feng Yuanchen and Sheng Zhiyao looked at each other and raised their glasses: "Your Majesty is serious."

The emperor of Western Chu quickly changed the topic, beckoning Sheng Zhiyao and Feng Yuanchen to chat about some poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and occasionally mention some customs and customs of Western Chu.

Although Sheng Zhiyao and Feng Yuanchen were a little helpless, they could only stubbornly agree.

At this time, the prince of the Western Chu Kingdom suddenly spoke: "Yongchen County Lord, this prince has heard that although the county lord is young, he is full of poetry and books, I wonder if the county lord is willing to communicate with this prince?"

Feng Yuanchen raised his eyebrows, and his tone was indifferent: "The prince must have heard it wrong, Zhiyao is just a little literate in literature and ink, and he really doesn't dare to pretend to be full of poetry and books."

"Oh?" Prince Ziyu looked at Sheng Zhiyao with interest, "This prince also heard that the lord of Yongchen County is articulate, why is he asking King Chen to speak on his behalf now?"

Feng Yuanchen was about to open his mouth to refuse, but was preempted by Sheng Zhiyao.

"Prince Xichu, are you looking badly? Can't see what I'm eating? , so you have to force me to speak."

Feng Yuanchen was stunned for a moment, held back a smile, coughed lowly, and pretended to be serious: "Since the prince of Western Chu sincerely invited, then Zhiyao might as well be respectful."

Feng Yuanchen pressed Sheng Zhiyao on the stool and prepared vegetables for her. Sheng Zhiyao looked like he took it for granted, completely forgetting that this was in the Western Chu Palace.

Seeing this, the prince of Xichu had a bright smile on his face: "It is worthy of being the county lord of Shang Zhou, it is really refreshing, this prince likes it!"

Sheng Zhiyao rolled her eyes, who likes you like it!

Sheng Zhiyao wiped her mouth unhurriedly, picked up the teacup on the table and rinsed her mouth, and then said slowly: "Prince Xichu, you just asked me why I read poetry and books, in fact, I think this sentence is the most inappropriate to describe a child like me. After all, it is impossible for me to take the imperial examination and become an official in my life, so how can I know poetry and songs?"

Sheng Zhiyao paused: "I think it's better to tell you in the most intuitive way, so as not to disappoint you."

"Oh?" Prince Xichu raised his eyebrows, "I don't know which way?"

"There are a thousand ways in this world to make a person stronger, smarter, and even change their fate." Sheng Zhiyao looked into the eyes of Prince Xichu, "Do you think I'm right? Prince Xichu!"

Prince Xichu narrowed his eyes and looked at Sheng Zhiyao cautiously, and after a long time, he showed a smile: "The county lord of Yongchen is really a wonderful person!"

Sheng Zhiyao hooked her lips and smiled, but did not answer.

"Why is the prince's brother talking so much nonsense with a county lord." Zihan said resentfully.

Emperor Xichu shook his head disapprovingly: "Akan, stop making trouble! The lord of Yongchen is a guest, and he is an envoy to Xichu, so we should have the atmosphere of a host."

Zi Han closed his mouth unwillingly and glared at Sheng Zhiyao fiercely.

Sheng Zhiyao didn't mind.

"By the way, Prince Ben heard some time ago that the Lord of Yongchen has already made a marriage with His Royal Highness King Chen?" Ziyu suddenly asked.

As soon as these words came out, the entire banquet hall instantly calmed down

After calming down, the ministers looked at Feng Yuanchen one after another, their faces were surprised, and the discussion suddenly began-

"Oh! It turns out that King Chen didn't marry Zichu because there was a better candidate!"

"It's a pity that the lord of Yongchen County is ugly and unsalted......

"Shhhh Be quiet, you're going to have a long life!"

"I see that His Royal Highness King Chen didn't take the county lord to heart at all, you didn't see the eyes of King Chen looking at the Yongchen county lord just now, it was just ruthless."

"No wonder ......"

"I think so too."

Emperor Xichu suddenly proposed, "Okay, okay, since everyone is drinking so much today, why don't you let Yongchen and King Chen perform a dance to help the fun?"

Everyone hurriedly clapped and applauded, but Feng Yuanchen frowned, he didn't want to dance.

Sheng Zhiyao didn't feel anything, but was eager to try.

She has lived for twenty-eight years and has never danced, and she doesn't know what it's like to dance, so it's better not to make a fool of herself.

Feng Yuanchen sat on the chair, his posture was straight, and he looked at Sheng Zhiyao calmly, like a sculpture, not moving at all.

"Wouldn't King Tatsu want to?" Prince Xichu walked up to Feng Yuanchen with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "King Chen is the best among men, how can he not even be good at dancing?"

Feng Yuanchen looked at the Prince of Western Chu lightly, a dark light crossed his eyes, but his face still did not change: "If the Prince of Western Chu wants to see the dance, he can let the dancing queen dance. Forgive this king for being rude, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany him."

"Oh?" The Prince of Xichu raised his eyebrows, "Since King Chen is not happy, then he will not be reluctant." As he spoke, he walked towards Sheng Zhiyao, "Lord Yongchen, this prince has a lot of research on dance, I don't know if Lord Yongchen is willing to appreciate his face?"

Sheng Zhiyao was slightly stunned, and then shook his head slightly: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I can't dance."

The prince of Xichu seemed to have expected her to refuse, and he was not angry, but said with a smile: "Lord Yongchen can't jump, you can learn."

"I'm sorry, I'm really not interested in learning to dance."

"It's okay, this prince taught you."

The prince of Xichu took Sheng Zhiyao's weak, boneless, slender and smooth hand, wrapped Sheng Zhiyao's softness in his warm and generous hand, and gently kneaded it a few times.

Sheng Zhiyao's body froze, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held tighter by the Prince of Xichu, and he couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, please respect yourself!"

"Why is the Lord of Yongchen so excited?" Prince Xichu smiled and said, "This prince just wants to help you relieve your fatigue."

Sheng Zhiyao took two deep breaths: "I said that I can't dance, so if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't believe it."

"How do you know if you haven't tried?"

"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really wants to help me, it's better to find someone else, I prefer to sit still."