Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

In the luxurious and exquisite cabin opposite, there was singing and dancing, and the sound of silk, bamboo and orchestra continued. A woman in tulle twisted her waist like a water snake, showing off her enchanting figure.

On the soft couch, Ji Wuhencai propped up the back of his head with his arms, lying on his side with his long legs bent, watching the singing and dancing in front of him.

"Aren't you coaxing your little girl?" Ji Wuhen said lazily as he looked at the monk sitting across from him meditating with his eyes closed.

"..." Faced with the teasing, Juechen closed his eyes and said nothing, and gently fiddled with the beads on his fingertips with his well-joined hands.

"This princess is really an infatuated person. You haven't given up after all this time. Aren't you touched?" Seeing that the other party ignored her, Ji Wuhen chuckled lightly, raised her hand to pick up a grape and threw it into her mouth.

"Shouldn't you be the one who is moved?" She opened her eyes and looked at him. Juechen's dark eyes were calm, without any disturbance.

It's not him who wants to come over for the appointment.

"I'm thinking, monk, you stay in the temple every day and never see a woman in your life. It's hard to find a woman who likes you. I'm afraid that you will miss this wonderful marriage."

Ignoring the faint condemnation in the eyes across from him, Ji Wuhen slowly sat up and admired the beautiful scenery of Bishui Lake through the wide open window behind him. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of several figures not far away, and his eyes froze.

"Monk, I take back what I just said. This marriage...is not suitable for you." Looking at the woman in blue who was surrounded in the center and forced to walk forward, Ji Wuhen's eyes flashed with cruelty. color.

Wearing a thin gauze dance dress, Shen Xixi walked in the middle of the crowd, fearing that she would play tricks in the middle. She was followed by two maids of Princess Yonghe.

Yonghe and Fu Mingzhu walked at the front, followed by Fu Youxing at the back.

The crying Shen Rou had already disembarked from the boat and was sent back to Shen Mansion.

After arriving on the opposite boat, Shen Xixi realized that compared with Yonghe's boat, the Shen family's boat was really not good enough.

The entire hull is about [-] feet long and about [-] feet long. It is divided into upper and lower floors. The bottom floor is for guests to have a banquet, and the second floor is for resting.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he heard the sound of women singing from inside. Accompanied by the sound of the piano and the harp, Shen Xixi's eyelashes dropped slightly. It seemed that Yonghe had specially invited a mysterious and important guest here today.

Following Yonghe's private room in the banquet hall today, Shen Xixi was stunned when she saw the person sitting on the soft couch opposite.

"You two have been waiting for a long time. I just met an acquaintance and specially invited him here." A sweet laughter sounded in his ears. Yonghe took her hand and pushed Shen Xixi in front of him.

"This is Madam Fu San. She was once a famous beauty, and her dancing skills are unparalleled. How about letting her dance for everyone today?" He smiled and motioned for the musicians to change the song, and Yonghe pushed Shen Xixi to the central stage. s position.

He turned around and took everyone to their seats.

"Juechen, what do you think?" Sitting on the table next to Juechen, Yonghe blinked his big eyes and looked at his profile expectantly.

"It's fine for the princess to decide, there's no need to ask the poor monk." Looking at Shen Xixi in the center of the stage, her eyes slightly turned to the side, and Juechen's faint voice sounded.

"Master, you don't know something. My third sister-in-law is the oiran of the famous Yinzui Tower. This dance is not something that ordinary people can see. We, Princess Yonghe, have been begging our third sister-in-law for a long time." Fu Mingzhu on the side was shocked. Master Chen looked uninterested and quickly opened his mouth to finish the attack.

She can't see it anymore. Princess Yonghe is doing Operation Hongluan. She has fallen in love with this handsome little monk. If she can bring the two of them together and get closer to Yonghe, her mother will not nag her about entering the palace every day. .

Glancing at the depressed Fu Youxing beside him, Fu Mingzhu bit her red lips with unwillingness in her eyes when she saw that his eyes were fixed on Shen Xixi on the stage.

Standing on the circular stage, looking at the people in the audience, Shen Xixi pursed her lips slightly.

It took so long that I almost put the knife to her neck and asked her.

The burning gaze on her body was still there, Shen Xixi lowered her eyes and chose to ignore it, turning a blind eye to the guilt on Fu Youxing's face.

Compared with Fu Youxing, the most difficult thing for her to ignore at this moment was the seemingly invisible line of sight directly opposite him.

"When you ask someone to dance, shouldn't you ask about the person's intentions?" A low and sweet voice sounded with a sneer.

"Sir, Mrs. Fu is very willing." Looking at Ji Wuhen with a smile, Yonghe said softly.

Looking at the scary mask on the other person's face, he turned away in disgust, not understanding why the innocent Juechen had such a friend.

"Really?" Without looking at Yong He's smiling face, Ji Wuhen raised his eyes and looked straight at the blue figure on the round platform.

It seemed that he had been bullied and had his clothes changed before he came.

The lonely soul dance was passed down from the Hu people. The dance clothes are divided into slim-fitting short clothes, which tighten Shen Xixi's slender waist to a tight grip. The lower body is made of silk trousers as wide as a skirt, and the slender and well-proportioned legs are looming.

There are circles of tiny golden bells on the ankles and wrists, which jingle with movement, and there is a layer of light blue gauze on the face.

Looking at Shen Xixi's eyes as calm as lake water, Ji Wuhen felt a pain in her heart for no reason.

As the sound of silk and bamboo began to sound, the people on the stage slowly started to move, and their slender waists began to twist with the music. The eyes that were as calm as water one moment, were like flowers blooming the next moment, fascinating.

She had not danced for a long time, and Shen Xixi was afraid of making mistakes, so she always listened to the musician's rhythm and kept her steps steady.

As the musician's rhythm became faster and faster, Shen Xixi's movements gradually amplified and her rotation speed became faster and faster, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, hovering among the flowers.

"Zheng~" As the last note settled, Shen Xixi made a leap, kneeled on the stage with her back to everyone, bent back, her whole back pressed against the stage, and her eyes looked straight at the front. man.

Because the movement was too big, the veil on her face was gently lifted, revealing the beautiful woman's chin, which was as smooth as jade, and her rhombus lips that were panting slightly.

"Okay..." After a long silence, a cheer rang out. Yonghe kept clapping his hands and applauding, with a proud look on his face.

"..." Hearing the people around him squeaking their wine glasses, Juechen stopped watching the excitement and looked around at the people who were still applauding.

"Princess, I'm not feeling well. That's all for today. I'm going to leave." He stood up and bowed to Yonghe. Juechen said nothing and walked out of the cabin.

"Huh? Juechen...what's wrong with you?" Seeing Juechen leaving, Yonghe stopped and chased him with confusion on his face.

For a moment, only Ji Wuhen and Shen Xixi were left in the room.

"..." Just as she stood up, Shen Xixi suddenly felt her eyes go dark, and a black feather silk cloak covered her body.

"It's cold." Ji Wuhen left a brief sentence and followed Juechen's footsteps.

Clenching her collar tightly, Shen Xixi looked at his back, thoughtfully.

"Xi'er, are you okay?" Next to her, Fu You walked up and held her in his arms, his eyes full of heartache.

"No problem..."

On the shore, Ji Wuhen looked at the brightly lit ships on the water, and her lips as thin as a razor blade opened lightly:

"Throw her into Dingxiang Pavilion!"