After Han Zai stepped back, Jiang Sleeve's eyes fluttered, thinking about how to get words out of his mouth.

Han Zai glanced at her secretly, "Don't think about it, this king won't tell you." ”

The more he said this, the more Jiang Sleeve Zhu refused to admit defeat, twisted his thin waist, sat down on his lap, put his arms around his neck, and said softly, "It's time to beg you, how did you arrange it?" ”

Her voice was as sweet as honey, but Han Zai was indifferent, wrapped one hand around her waist, and patted her round buttocks with the other, "This king still has some official business to do, you go back to the inner room first." ”

"I don't!" Jiang Sleeve Beads hugged him tighter and tighter, his upper body was tightly pressed against him, and his soft red lips brushed the tip of his nose, "If you don't tell me how you arranged it, I'll always rely on you." ”

Han Zai looked at her Laipi's appearance, his face was impassive, but his heart was tickled as if he had been scratched by feathers, he stared at her for a moment, "Whatever you want." ”

After that, he picked up the Kanyu map on the table and looked sideways.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu didn't expect him to be like this, so he leaned on his shoulder helplessly, and fiddled with the jade belt around his waist restlessly, "The prince is really ruthless, and you have only been with you for more than a month, and you are already like water." ”

Hearing this, Han Zai paused, looked at her and said, "That's right, so you have to study more, work harder, and improve your skills." ”

Han Zai's tone was serious, and the anger in Jiang Sleeve Zhu's heart suddenly jumped, "Improve your skills? What am I? ”

Han Zai's face was pale, "This king is talking about dance skills, what do you think?" After a pause, he added, "Don't you only know how to dance a green-waisted dance?" ”

"Naturally not, I can also dance the sword dance, the Hu Xuan dance in the Western Regions, and the belly dance in Persia." Jiang Sleeve Zhu argued, followed the roll of his eyes, stuck to Han Zai's ear holes, and said, "The prince told me I want to know, I will dance the Persian belly dance for you tonight, okay?" ”

Han Zai had seen the Persian dancers dancing belly dances in the Sifang Pavilion, and they were very enchanting, and then thinking of Jiang Sleeve Zhu's figure, his eyes couldn't help but deepen, and his Adam's apple swallowed lightly, and said, "I just don't know, is your Persian dance as good as the soft dance?" ”

"That's nature!" Jiang Sleeve Zhu is very confident, although his heart is not low.

Han Zai's scorching palm gently rubbed her thin and foldable waist, "You don't say it, this king has seen it himself, and he knows if it's worth it!" ”

"It's a deal!" Jiang Sleeve Zhu stretched out his hand to high-five him.

Han Zai didn't high-five her, but put down the Kanyu map in his hand, interlocked his fingers with her, and led her to himself.

Kang Sleeve Joo has been with Han Jae for so long, and for the first time, she perceives tenderness in his kisses, rather than possession and punishment.

When the two separated, a red glow flew on her face, and her eyes were misty, and she was even more panicked.

Han Jae pinched her slender waist, "Go ahead." ”

When Jiang Sleeve Beads got up, his legs were soft.

Han Jae lifted his lips and smiled, with a little smug in his eyes.

Jiang Sleeve bit his lower lip hard and glanced at him.

Back in the inner room, Jiang Sleeve Zhu's face immediately sank, and her brows furrowed slightly, she didn't know if the touch of tenderness he had just noticed from Han Zai was real or her delusion.

If it was true, then why would he connive at Yuan Weizhi to hurt her again and again, but if it was fake, then why was he so nervous when he heard that she left the palace without permission a few days ago, and the kiss was so gentle.

Thinking of the kiss just now, Jiang Sleevezhu's cheeks flushed slightly.

Then I wondered if she had only been close to him, so she had this illusion......

Jiang Sleeve Zhu leaned against the door, and thought about it for a long time before he calmed down, picked out yesterday's dance clothes, and began to transform.

After nightfall, Han Jae was still on official business, and suddenly there was a pleasant hum from the inner room, listening to the tune, like a Persian song.

Han Jae thought of some of the pictures in the daytime, got up and walked towards the inner room.

Pushing open the door, there was only a light in the room, and Jiang Sleeve Zhu sat in front of the makeup mirror table with his back to him, humming a song gently.

Her dance clothes have been revised, from loose to close-fitting, her slender white arms are exposed, and there is a large blank space around her waist, and the drop of cinnabar mole like a red plum in the snow makes people unable to take their eyes off.

When the song hummed to the agitation, she stood up, and the skirt fluttered towards her, Han Jae was slightly shocked, the front of this dance dress was much more exciting than the back, and her forehead, neck, and front waist were covered with sparkling gems, which was unique.

With the swing of her arms and waist, Han Jae's hand behind her back was slightly clenched, with restrained fascination in her eyes.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu saw his expression clearly, and felt that he must have responded.

Thinking like this, her dancing posture became more and more enthusiastic, and her whole body was full of tension than when she danced the green waist dance.

At the end of the dance, she was drenched in sweat in front of Han Zai, her eyes swaying, with a little presumptuousness, "Is the prince satisfied?" ”

Han Zai looked at her crystal eyes, coughed lightly, and said, "It's okay!" ”

Jiang Sleevezhu's face suddenly froze, "Shang, Shangke?" ”

"Or what do you think?" Han Zai pulled his lips, stared at her, and said insincerely, "The dancing girl of the Sifang Pavilion can dance much better than you, if you don't believe it, another day. This king will take you to take a look. ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu pursed her lips unwillingly, and her eyes were full of unhappiness.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, Han Zai reached out and wanted to take her towards him, Jiang Sleeve Zhu directly raised his hand and pushed his hand away, twisted his thin waist, and turned to leave.

Han Jae looked at her back, his chin raised slightly, "Where are you going?" ”

"Sweat and shower!"

Han Jae raised his hand and touched his nose, and went outside to wash.

In the clean room, Jiang Sleeve Zhu immersed herself in the warm bath tub, and she was indignant in her heart, she had practiced all day, but she was so despised by him.

Obviously, when she danced, his expression was so infatuated!

It must be that he didn't want to tell her about his arrangement, that's why he said that!

What a trick!

But......

A touch of cunning suddenly appeared in Jiang Sleeve's eyes, since he was the first year of junior high school, then don't blame her for being fifteen.

Han Jae came back from washing up and sat on the edge of the bed for two quarters of an hour before Jiang Sleeve Zhu came out of it, her hair was wet and she was wearing a white dress.

With red lips and black hair, skin and snow, thin waist and long legs, Han Zai couldn't take his eyes off when he glanced at it.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu seemed to have recovered from his lack of martial arts, and smiled at him, "The concubine's hair hasn't dried yet, if the prince is tired, go to sleep first." ”

Han Jae watched her walk towards the makeup mirror table, only to feel that her mouth was dry.

After watching such an enthusiastic dance, how could he sleep.

But Jiang Sleeve Beads seemed to be deliberately drying him, and half an hour had passed, and he hadn't finished wiping his hair.

Han Jae lost his patience and got out of bed and walked towards her.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu saw Han Zai walking towards her from the rhombic mirror, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.