The smaller the officials in Xingzhou are, the more locals are, the more they are "demolished" from other places.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the woman who can follow her husband and come here to share the joys and sorrows.

The career is not going well, so if you are divorced from your wife again, wouldn’t that be a life-threatening person?

Sima could already guess what Princess Xuan would say next.

He would probably ask, "Then do you know, does your wife know?"

Whether you know it or not, you will definitely tell his wife in the end.

Why this?

Why is this?

Sima wanted to cry without tears, and never thought about how he would end up like this today.

"Princess, the lower official... the lower official..." How to defend it?

Gan Zixu felt very sorry for his irony when he saw it.

No wonder you are only worthy of being Xingzhou officials!

Lu Shuyi, who had already sat down, also frowned secretly, and she felt that it was not very good. Although the officials in Xingzhou were weak and powerless, they were officials of the court. Is Princess Xuan really not afraid of being named a jealous and favored shrew?

Lu Shuyi resisted his desire to move and told himself repeatedly that Xue Qingyin is different from her, different... There is not only one solution to everything in the world.

But she couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity in her heart...

Have Xue Qingyin thought about how to end?

"It seems that Sima and I have the same preferences." Xue Qingyin said slowly.

ah?

Sima Yu raised his head in a daze.

The others were also stunned.

Sima's waist, which had already been bent down deeply, straightened up again.

"Let Sima be at my lower head and watch this dance with me." Xue Qingyin said immediately.

Sima took half of his breath and then got stuck in his throat.

Without turning your head to look, Sima could also feel the coldness of His Highness Xuan throwing him into his body.

"The officials...the officials dare not."

"Why is Sima still so polite?"

Sima wanted to cry without tears and was tortured, so he had to turn around and said, "Let Your Excellency King Xuan sit down first."

King Xuan lifted his eyelids and said in a cold tone: "Since the princess ordered you to sit in the lower head, how can you not follow me?"

“Yes, yes…”

The rest of them lowered their heads and felt sympathy in their hearts. But more of them were gladness.

Next time, you must have a memory, but you must not fall into Sima's situation!

I'm afraid he will be "remembered" by King Xuan in the next few years.

Sima tried to struggle: "That highness..."

Xue Qingyin tilted her head here and asked in confusion: "But where is the place where His Highness is here?"

Everyone was shocked and looked at the seat under Xue Qingyin.

This is the main position.

This is the position of Your Highness!

Judging from Princess Xuan's tone, she deliberately refused to give in.

When Sima heard this, he felt a good fight between heaven and man.

He wanted to speak out and ask someone to add a table in the main seat, but he thought about it and then...

It's all right, now it's time for King Xuan to take over the anger.

For a moment, no one dared to speak out for His Highness Xuan.

The dancer was driven back to the field.

The new bowls, plates, cups and cups were also delivered to Xue Qingyin. She shook the cups and saw the golden brown wine whirling, emitting a strong fragrance.

The silk music followed again.

The dancer waved his arm stiffly, but he didn't dare to twist his waist anymore.

"Reward!" Xue Qingyin said loudly.

Reward? Who to appreciate?

Everyone was confused when they saw Princess Xuan raise her hand and put a lot of gold crocks into the plate. She was so generous!

The guards of the royal palace carried the plate to the dancer and distributed the golden croaker to them.

They held this small, but extraordinarily valuable thing firmly between their fingers, and fear and surprise intertwined in their hearts.

They thought, is the princess? Is it the emperor's son's wife?

They had never seen such a mistress... they didn't even attack them, but they had rewards!

Even if they ask them to dance a few more dances until they are exhausted, they are willing to do it!

"What else will you jump?"

They heard the princess sitting in the main seat ask lazyly.

"There are not many concubines, I would like to dance a spring oriole for the princess."

The spring orioles are soft dances.

Soft and gentle.

Xue Qingyin was about to speak again, but King Xuan suddenly strode to her, picked her up, and sat on her.

Then he pressed Xue Qingyin on his knees.

In this way, two people were squeezed out in one position above the main position.

Xue Qingyin:?

This is cheating!

The rest of the people were stunned when they watched this scene.

But it solved the problem...

Xue Qingyin turned her head: "Don't your highness feel a little unconventional?"

King Xuan lowered his voice and asked her expressionlessly: "When did Yinyin become a polite?"

Xue Qingyin:?

I'm slandering me again, right!

The dancer asked weakly, "Princess, do you still want to jump down?"

Xue Qingyin leaned on the table halfway, leaned forward and said, "Jump."

After she finished speaking, she felt that King Xuan's hand that was buckled against her waist was tightened.

Xue Qingyin seemed to have not realized it and continued to ask the dancer: "Will the dance party be there?"

The dancer in the lead was very surprised, but she nodded: "Yes." "It's just that I haven't skipped some years, I'm afraid I won't dance well."

"It's okay, I love to watch this." Xue Qingyin smiled.

The so-called "huntuo dance" originally refers to the "Hanhu opera" that flowed from the Western Regions.

However, after improvement and mixing, it has gradually been used to replace sword dance.

This is also the reason why the dancer was so surprised.

They danced countless soft dances to please men. No, this is their way to survive.

But today, someone asked them to dance again...

Soon, the sword weapon was sent up.

These women with soft waists hold swords in their hands and dance again, changing their momentum and showing strong postures, like a long rainbow.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly changed.

King Xuan's expression cleared a little.

"Yinyin really likes watching this dance?"

Xue Qingyin: "Well."

It seems a little bit disregarded.
To be continued...