After that, they had a good drink, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The presence of these people, only yueqingyuan, face is not very good-looking, frequently look to Jun Mo yuan there.

When he saw that Jun Moyuan and that Wuji eyebrow came and went from time to time.

He was so angry that he crushed the glass.

Seeing this, Prince Rui quickly leaned over and whispered: "Qingyuan, don't be impulsive at this time I'm afraid it's not that simple. "

Yue Qingyuan looks at Prince Rui and asks in a low voice.

"How do you say that?"

Prince Rui approached his ear and whispered, "brother and sister-in-law, how invincible their feelings are after all these hardships. Now, how can it be good, suddenly fell out? At the beginning, even Nangong Xuan, who has the art of flattery, could not confuse his brother and make him forget his sister-in-law. "

"Now, how can the emperor brother suddenly change? So, let's not worry, just wait and see what happens. Listen to me, they will be ok.... "

After listening to Prince Rui's advice, Yue Qingyuan had to slowly suppress his anger.

Otherwise, he really can't help questioning Jun Moyuan in front of so many people.

Yueqianlan is his sister. Even if junmoyuan is the emperor, he will never allow junmoyuan to hurt his sister.

As the night deepened, the banquet finally came to an end.

Many ministers, almost all drunk.

But there are also many sober people who are staring at Jun Moyuan and the dancer all the time.

Jun Mo yuan's face was slightly drunk. He leaned on the back of his chair and rubbed the brain Ren lazily.

The dancer saw, quickly came forward, soft and weak said a word.

"Why don't you ask the slave to massage your majesty..."

Jun Mo yuan slowly opened his eyes, light swept one eye, that shy with timid dancer one eye.

Instead of answering, he reached out and pulled down the gauze on the dancer's face.

The gauze fell, revealing a gorgeous face.

This face, almost and month thousand LAN like six or seven.

Different from yueqianlan, this woman is more delicate and charming.

Jun Mo yuan threw that gauze, staggered body, slowly stood up.

Father Ford came forward and helped Jun Moyuan.

Jun Moyuan pointed to the dancer who was still kneeling on the ground and said in a low voice: "come with me..."

That dancer face a joy, hurriedly export should.

Then, she got up from the ground and left the banquet with Jun Moyuan.

As soon as Jun Moyuan leaves, everyone will send him off.

There are many people who smile deeply. ——

Ford is supporting Jun Moyuan to the emperor's tent.

All of a sudden, he heard the voice of a weak woman behind him.

Jun Moyuan steps, stops and turns to look.

The dancer sprained her feet and squatted pitifully on the ground. Her tearful eyes were looking pitifully at him.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the slave's foot is hurt. Some of the slaves can't walk. Can you help them? "

The dancer sprained her feet on purpose to get close to Jun Moyuan.

She didn't know how many times she used such a trick.

Every time, no man can escape from the palm of her hand.

Therefore, she is very confident that she can hook up with Jun Moyuan.

Since ancient times, men like her kind of delicate woman.

She showed a little weakness, then she could easily hook the souls of those men.

The dancer bit her lip and looked at Jun Moyuan with expectation and tears in her eyes.