I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 243
Ye Baimian was woken up, and when he opened his eyes, there was an extremely luxurious wine pool and meat forest in front of him.

Singers and dancers danced and played music in the hall, and their fluttering dresses aroused endless reverie.

Touching a pair of limp and boneless hands on her waist, a beautiful face that I still pitifully approached, making a gesture to kiss her cheek.

"His Majesty……"

Hold the grass!I am not a lily!
She stretched out her hand to push away the beauty who was sitting in her arms, stood up abruptly, and knocked the glasses of wine on the banquet to the floor.

The dancing women were startled, stopped one after another, and knelt down on the ground.

The beauty who had tried her best to get into her arms before saw that she had a bad complexion, so she hurriedly knelt down, her face was pale and all the blood faded, and she lowered her head deeply.

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

Ye Baimian rubbed between his brows, looking at the person kneeling on the ground, he was a little surprised.

His Majesty?

……she?

It's true that these people are women. It's not wrong that the person who got into her arms just now is also a woman. Could it be that she has become a man? !
Ye Baimian was startled, forced to calmly glance at the kneeling man.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The dancer and singer kowtowed to thank each other in trepidation, and continued to dance and play music, but there was a little more tension and stiffness in their movements.

The beauty next to her got up, this time she didn't dare to get into Ye Baimian's arms, and sat down obediently beside her.

Ye Baimian pressed his aching temple, and glanced at her with complicated emotions.

Looking at this beauty, could it be her concubine?
"Your Majesty is tired? Do you want my concubine to massage your Majesty?"

The beauty next to her asked cautiously, for fear of offending her.

After all, this is the Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, moody, she just got a little closer, and then she was scolded, so naturally she didn't dare to do anything more at this moment.

"No need, back off."

Ye Baimian waved his hands and turned away from looking at her.

When she thought that she might bear the appearance of a man, and that this man might also be Sangong Liuyuan, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

"Yes……"

The beauty was a little unwilling to miss such a good opportunity to climb on the bed, but she was worried about angering the other party, so she had to retreat.

Ye Baimian didn't care to enjoy the singing and dancing, just watched it casually for a while, then asked the maid next to them to dismiss them.

The singers and dancers thanked them, bowed and retreated.

When retreating, a dancer suddenly pulled out a soft sword from her waist, her eyes turned cold, and she attacked with a murderous intent.

"Fun Lord! Take your life!"

The guard next to him was unexpected and had no time to save him. He watched helplessly as the woman suddenly turned around and threw herself at His Majesty, with his heart jumping into his throat.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

"Help me!"

The guards were in a mess, drew their swords and rushed over to escort the driver.

The dancers next to them turned pale with fright when they saw the person rushing out, covered their faces and screamed.

If His Majesty has something to do, I'm afraid all of them will be buried with him!

Seeing the woman rushing towards her with a face full of hatred, Ye Baimian probably knew how the original owner of this identity died.

Killed by an assassin who got in among the dancers.

However, she is not the weak chicken of the original owner, who only knows to be in a daze when facing the assassin.

Looking at the gleaming cold sword, she grabbed the cup and threw it out, hitting the back of the female assassin's hand and knocking the sword out of her hand.

In this slow time, the guards had already rushed up, surrounded the assassin and subdued him, knelt down and pleaded guilty to the standing people.

"Fortunately, Your Majesty is so quick-witted, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. How does Your Majesty think this person should be dealt with?"

"Press it down and interrogate well."

In fact, she really wanted to say that it wasn't that she was quick-witted, but that this assassin was too spicy.

　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)