When Song Qinghui returned to his seat, he still thought about Ji Fuxue's words in his heart.

Seeing that she was not giving up, she was really worried and asked, "Miss is tired?" ”

Song Qinghui shook his head and glanced at Yun Leshu with a complicated mood.

In the crowd, the eldest daughter of the Yun family was surrounded by everyone, and she couldn't see the charming appearance behind the rockery before.

What she was looking at was Yun Leshu in her eyes, but what she was thinking about was Ji Fuxue.

In that scene just now, she was forced to stick to his arms, and the lips of the two were only an inch apart......

That flawless face invaded her mind in a trance, Song Qinghui's breath froze for a moment, and quickly drank a cup of tea to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

They were originally husband and wife in name, but they had no other intimacy except for sharing a bed and simply hugging each other.

Ji Fuxue had never done anything more than anything to her, but she was ridiculously longing for him for a moment.

……

The drama on the stage has been sung, and halfway through the banquet, the faces of the ministers and the royal family are scarlet.

A minister stepped forward while slightly drunken and said: "Your Majesty, Weichen has a little daughter, whose name is 'Guiyi', twenty-eight years old, a little learned song and dance, today's wedding banquet, offering a vulgar dance, and hoping to fight Your Majesty." ”

The emperor was in a rare good mood, and happily agreed: "Then please come up." ”

I saw a graceful girl shyly stepped forward, rushed to the emperor and everyone, and after signaling to the musician, she stretched her body on the red carpet with light movements.

Guiyi is delicate and moving, and the dancing posture is smart, which is indeed the best quality.

Xie Yan didn't even raise his eyes.

Yun Leshu stared viciously at the dancing figure.

After the dance, everyone applauded and praised.

"Yes, yes! is really worthy of being the daughter of Wei Shilang's family! ”

"It's really the appearance of Shih Tzu! Roselle's Posture! ”

The emperor was also quite satisfied, and beckoned to her, "Good! Wei Shilang's daughter is outstanding, reward! ”

Wei Guiyi accepted the reward, and when he turned around, he glanced in the direction of the prince.

Seeing that the concubines of the Song family had cut off the way of the crown princess, other ministers flocked to the crown princess like bees that smelled the fragrance, and they used eighteen classes of martial arts in vain to win the favor of the prince.

When there was an endless tide of performances and flattery, a cold light suddenly appeared in the crowd, and he suddenly rushed to the emperor on top of the throne!

"Escort ——!!!"

The guards around him immediately flew to catch up, but it was too late.

A woman with a dagger in her hand stabbed the emperor hard!!

"Pss

A splash of blood splattered, and Ji Fuxue caught the oncoming blade and grabbed the dagger!

The emperor was so frightened that he fell behind the dragon chair, and his crown crackled and slanted.

The dagger was caught by Ji Fuxue and it was difficult to move an inch, and the assassin immediately gave up the dagger when he saw the opportunity, and on the side of his body, a blade in his sleeve fell into his hand, and he scolded angrily: "Dog Emperor, take your life!" ”

Song Qinghui got up suddenly.

The woman stabbed straight at the emperor's neck, and between the lightning and flint, a tall figure suddenly burst out, and kicked the woman away with a kick!

A tall man with a scar on his face instantly grabbed the woman, his scales were clear, and his voice was cold: "Who gave you the courage to dare to assassinate the king?" ”

It's the commander of the Imperial City Division, Meng Changce!

The moment Song Qinghui saw Meng Changce, his pupils shrank unconsciously.

The Imperial Forest Army and the Imperial City Division came one after another, and surrounded the Imperial Garden.

Ignoring others, she ran directly to Ji Fanxue's side and wrapped his fleshy palm with a handkerchief.

Ji Fuxue's slender and white hands were dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to feel pain, and let Song Qinghui bandage him.

"Dog Emperor! Faint! You don't have to die well! If you have the ability, kill me! I'm going to be a ghost! I'll be back to you! ”

The stabbing woman's hands were directly unloaded by Meng Changce, hanging on both sides like a kite with a broken string, her hair was messy, her complexion was hideous, and she struggled resentfully.

Ji Fuxue cherished Song Qinghui's handkerchief.

He walked to Meng Changce's side, his gaze like a knife briefly met his gaze.

In the eyes of everyone, one of them looks like an evil ghost and the other looks like a rakshasa.

"If you remember, you're the maid next to Miss Wei, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Shilang and Wei Guiyi fell to the ground in a cold sweat.