Get dressed quickly and get pregnant. My wife wants to be pampered.

The state of Wu came to pay homage, and the emperor held a grand banquet and specially set up a reception in the Daming Palace. Concubine Yang Shu sat in the upper seat with a proud look on her face as she occupied the queen's throne.

Originally, Xu Baoer wanted to pretend to be sick and not attend this boring party. However, when he learned that Lord Wu An was coming, he dressed up casually and prepared to see who Lord Wu An was.

The envoys of the State of Wu took their seats early, and now everyone is waiting for Lord Wu An. Except for being late on the battlefield, this person is either late or not late at other times.

He is so self-willed that even the admonishing officials dare not say a word.

If the remonstrator who had visited Lord Wu An dozens of times had been reincarnated quickly, he would be more than three years old now.

"Mr. Wu An has arrived," the eunuch outside the door shouted loudly.

Xu Baoer turned his head slightly and looked at the palace entrance curiously. The much-anticipated Lord Wu An finally appeared today.

The moment Lord Wu An stepped into the palace, the whole place was silent. He was tall and slender, wearing half a silver Chongming bird mask on his face, which highlighted the taller bridge of his nose.

The silver hollow bead chain is wrapped around the braided hair and tied on the jade crown, which is noble and evil. Her thin lips are slightly pursed, she is wearing a white round collar, a black robe with golden silk, cranes, seas and auspicious clouds, and her figure is as tall and straight as a green pine.

Lord Wu An is actually an extremely young and beautiful man.

"I have seen the emperor."

Mr. Wu An's voice was cold and lazy. He only stood in the main hall, but he showed the oppression of the superiors everywhere.

"Mr. Wu An, please take a seat." The emperor was very flattering. He was very aware of current affairs.

I know that the heavens and the earth are vast, but Wu'an is the biggest.

Wu Anjun sat in the upper seat, diagonally opposite Xu Baoer's seat. His eyes were extremely cold and his brows were sinister, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not easy to get along with.

Xu Baoer leaned on the soft couch. She was pregnant now and always tired easily. My head is feeling dizzy, but this Lord Wu An is the best.

The aura that keeps strangers away, the explosive power of broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the ascetic and restrained temperament are particularly alluring.

Xu Baoer just saw him walking, and his pair of strong-legged white trousers were particularly dazzling. The white trousers were tucked into black boots, looking smart and neat.

She looks a bit like Mubai, but her temperament is completely different.

Wu Anjun, who also loves to steal from others, couldn't he be the one who stole it?

Xu Baoer found it very interesting, Ruo Mubai was really Lord Wu An. I don’t know how Wu Anjun’s temperament would look on the bed.

This damn contrast, I love it.

"This time our country has prepared the Golden Bell Dance, especially dedicated to Lord Wu An and Emperor Dayan."

The Wu envoy clapped his hands, and a group of agile beauties twirled barefoot and danced in the middle of the hall.

The emperor's eyes widened. This dancer was wearing a short shirt on her upper body, and her chest was particularly proud. The white hook made the emperor unable to take his eyes away.

What's more, the dancer's waist twists up and down in a dexterous and enchanting manner, making her look like a seductive temptress.

The emperor likes this taste. He doesn't like virtuous and virtuous people, but he likes this kind of fiery fairy.

Xu Baoer also watched it with gusto, she likes beauties. A fragrant beauty, let alone men, she also likes her very much.

The lead dancer was bold and enthusiastic. Instead of going anywhere else, she went to join Mr. Wu An. The exaggerated leaning angle almost touched the tip of Wu Anjun's nose.

Too much.

The emperor was almost jealous to death. Mr. Wu An was so handsome that he was rare among people everywhere.

The leading dancer leaned back, the golden bell on her wrist swaying, her eyes as charming as silk, and her red lips slightly parted.

His upper body kept dancing, approaching Wu Anjun step by step.

Wu Anjun curled his lips and smiled, his heroic eyebrows raised, and his disdainful eyes were filled with amusement.

It was obvious that the lead dancer was just dancing, but Wu Anjun looked at her coldly. But this scene inexplicably made my mouth dry and my blood boiling.

Suddenly the dancer turned around, lifted up her skirt with her long white legs, stepped straight on Wu Anjun's table, and extended her red fingers to Wu Anjun charmingly.

"Forehead."

Wu Anjun stepped on the low table with one knee, grabbed the gold chain around the dancer's neck with both hands, and tightened it tightly. The originally agile dancer was now like a suffocated fish.

Before the Wu State envoy could react, Wu Anjun's men had already captured the Wu State envoy and the group of dancers.

"If you want to kill me, you are too far behind."

Wu Anjun's tone was casual, but the strength in his hands was not light. He watched in amusement as the enchanting dancer was strangled to death in his hands.

At this moment, the emperor was so frightened that he hid under the table. He felt guilty and asked Wu Anjun not to see him.

The emperor had wanted to kill Wu Anjun for a long time, and the Wu Kingdom was frightened by Wu Anjun again. Both sides originally wanted to take this opportunity to use a honey trap to assassinate Wu Anjun.

Unexpectedly, Wu Anjun, who had such a heart of stone and was so charming and beautiful, would die in his hands.

He didn't even blink, he's still not a man!

After confirming that the dancer in his hand was dead, Wu Anjun suddenly let go of his hand, and the dancer hit the low table, frightening many people present to tremble.

"Young Master."

The soldiers immediately brought a basin of water for Mr. Wu An to clean his hands.

The slender, clean fingers with well-defined joints look like bamboo when immersed in water.

But it just happens that these hands kill people without blinking an eye. The beauty was strangled to death before the blade came out from her lips.

"emperor."

Wu'an Jun called the emperor softly, wiping his fingers with a white soft handkerchief, seductively.

"Here, I'm here."

The emperor was so scared that he was afraid that he would be implicated.

"The remaining dancers will be given to the emperor to enjoy tonight."

When the emperor heard this, his face immediately changed color. I originally wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to touch a woman from the Wu Kingdom. She might betray her, or what if she came to kill me.

Seeing Mr. Wu An turn his head to look at him, the emperor immediately became frightened.

"it is good."

The emperor smiled awkwardly. His little trick could not deceive Lord Wu An.

As soon as the "good" was said, the Wu envoy's blood splattered on the spot.

Xu Baoer's heartbeat was beating fast. If Wu Anjun were Mu Bai, this would be too touching.

Late at night, there were bright fireworks in the attic. The fireworks that were originally used to welcome the Wu envoys now became the farewell fireworks on the Huangquan Road.

Xu Baoer stood on the attic, holding his hands on the railing, looking up at the stars in the night sky.

She pushed away the palace people on her left and right, waiting for someone.

Listening to the steady footsteps, Xu Baoer knew that Lord Wu An was here.

She was hugged from behind, and a pair of big hands touched her belly with tenderness and nostalgia.

"Should I call you Wu Anjun or Mu Bai?"

Xu Baoer recognized Mu Bai through Wu Anjun's hand. She knew those hands all too well. Whether it’s the veins on your hands or the thin calluses between your fingers.

Those slender fingers always know how to stir people's hearts. It makes people feel like they are small fish on the chopping board, letting them control them.

"Sister, I can be whoever you want me to be."

The deep voice is Mubai's original timbre, with a colder texture, hoarse and seductive.

Wu Anjun clasped one hand on the railing, turned Xu Baoer in his arms, grabbed her hand, and touched the songbird mask.

"I'm just waiting for my sister to tear me down."

The slender fingers slid across Xu Baoer's face, and the thin calluses caused a slight sting on his face.

Under the night, Xu Baoer heard the roar of fireworks. This is so exciting, a different Mu Bai, a very different Mu Bai.

This Miao boy is really good at deceiving people.

Xu Baoer put his hands on the mask of the singing bird and slowly took it off. A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of him.

Mu Bai lowered his eyes and looked at Xu Bao'er, his deep and strange pupils seemed to be swallowing her up bit by bit. The deep facial features, under the mottled light and shadow, are like a gift from the gods and like a ghost in the dark night.

"Sister, are you happy?"

Mu Bai lowered his voice and ambiguously approached Xu Baoer's small earlobe, the darkness in his eyes rolling.

The Singing Bird mask in his hand fell off, and Xu Baoer admitted that he was as greedy as when he first met Mu Bai.

She held Mu Bai's face with her fingers, closed her eyes, and kissed Mu Bai's lips gently.

It was obviously the same person, but Xu Baoer felt that he was kissing the arrogant and rebellious Wu Anjun.

Such a noble man surrendered to her kiss at this moment.

There is nothing more satisfying than a superior who willingly surrenders and piously begs for mercy.