Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Si Mo raised the corner of his mouth into an evil smile; what the man said was exactly what he wanted.

"There will be no such person in Nanyue from now on." Otherwise, when he comes to visit in the future, he will be accused of sacrificing his relatives for the sake of justice.

[Ding——Dimensional teleportation successful! ]

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As the lights came on, the eunuch from the palace respectfully lowered his head the whole time as he sent the group of women to the door before leaving and going back to report.

There was singing and dancing in the side hall of the Qinghe Palace. The fine glazed tiles reflected the magnificent red candles. There was not a single bland color to be found anywhere. This banquet was even more grand and extravagant than the one held in the palace.

When Si Mo was shaken awake by a pair of rough hands, he discovered that the red veil on his head had been taken away, but his clothes had not changed. They were still the same ones that Nan Yue wore. The material was the favorite of the princesses in the palace, a peach pink lotus silk forged skirt. The waistline was tied very tightly, so tight that it was difficult for him to breathe, and his internal organs were squeezed all the time.

They hoped that Xiao Si would like the original owner, so that the entire Nanyue Kingdom would benefit. Naturally, he would wear whatever he wanted to show off his figure and make him look charming, without any sympathy.

"The time has come. Take the dancers over."

A contemptuous voice came from outside the door, and the person was not calling the candidate princess, but "dancer".

It is conceivable how little Nam Kyung values ​​their country. He does not take them seriously at all, but only regards them as low-level toys to add to the fun.

Si Mo glanced around and saw the same thing with the other three girls. Each of them was dressed so beautifully that one could not take their eyes off them, but their expressions were unusually the same. It was obvious that no one was happy at this moment.

The four of them were led forward by the guards. The three princesses didn't even dare to raise their heads. They looked as if they would lose their heads if they took a wrong step.

Si Mo knew that the fear they all had came from the King Qinghe who was inside and killed people without blinking an eye.

Entering the hall, the sound of flutes rang out. In the middle of the half-man-high tripods on both sides, there was a yellow sandalwood pear embroidered screen. Faintly, a man seemed to be leaning against the screen. He waved his hand, and the drum beats of the instruments began to become stronger, and the banquet really got into its proper place.

dong dong dong-

The muffled sound of drums rang in their ears, and several dancers quickly and carefully stood in the formation that they had rehearsed thousands of times before, not daring to even breathe heavily.

This body had been specially trained before leaving Nanyue, and Si Mo's reaction was purely subconscious, moving his limbs to the melodious song.

Xiao Si placed his hand on his forehead and rested his elbow lightly on the sandalwood table. The personal guard standing behind him poured wine for him respectfully.

There was a gauze screen between us, so I couldn't tell whether he was looking at me or not, or whether he could see clearly.

Maybe he doesn't care at all, and the rumors that he doesn't like women are not just rumors...

Just as the music was coming to an end, this carefully rehearsed dance was interrupted.

"Stop." A deep, magnetic voice unique to men was heard, and a murderous aura could be heard in just one word.

The guard raised his hand, and all the noise in the hall stopped.

Then a few people came and lifted the screen and took it away.

The dancers stood there at a loss, and before they could even lower their heads, they ran into the sharp black eyes of King Qinghe. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they couldn't stop shaking all over.

Xiao Si ignored it. When his eyes swept over Si Mo's face and slender waist, they paused for a few seconds for the first time.

"Go on!" He moved his knuckles slightly, and the guards behind him understood.

Several princesses were confused and almost forgot what to do next because of nervousness.

Trying to recall, they jumped even more nervously, as if every step was taking on a knife edge.

After the final pose was completed, the four of them bowed to the man in the main seat and stepped back several steps, passing the set. The next step was to wait for their fate.

Those who were sent to Namkyung were most likely pawns abandoned by their own country.

"You, come here." Xiao Si calmly waved his hand towards a few people without any clear purpose.

But in the end, only the most outstanding-looking 'dancer' raised her head and looked at him without fear in her eyes. As for the other three... either they didn't dare or they felt that Xiao Si was not calling them. If they rashly raised their heads and disturbed the mood of that moody girl, the consequences would be even more terrible.

Si Mo met Xiao Si's gaze and read a hint of amusement between his sharp brows. Xiao Si put down his wine glass and patted his knees lightly. His intention was obvious.

The guard behind Xiao Si was also surprised at this time. Firstly, based on their prince's usual habits, it was impossible for him to be interested in these women. He thought that Xiao Si would ask him to kill them directly.

Second, the dancer who was named was so bold, and her steps were steady and calm. Over the years, everyone who had heard of the "great achievements" of King Qinghe was extremely afraid of him, and even the children in the city did not dare to cry at night after hearing the word "Xiao Si". There were very few people who dared to approach Xiao Si so calmly.

According to etiquette, Si Mo stood two steps away from Xiao Si and bowed, just when he bent half his knees. Xiao Si suddenly leaned forward for a moment, and held Si Mo's wrist tightly with both hands. There was a layer of thin calluses on Xiao Si's fingertips from years of holding swords and drawing bows. His dry and broad palms pressed against the boy's slightly cool skin. Si Mo's wrist bones were so thin that he seemed to be able to break them with his bare hands if he used a little more force.

The next second, Xiao Si pulled with a little force, and the "dancer" rolled into the man's arms.

Si Mo sat firmly on Xiao Si's legs with her buttocks, her lipstick-coated lips were like a gorgeous flower, and the pale pink lip line opened and closed slightly, as if she was frightened by the sudden movement. The 'dancer' put her arms around the neck of Prince Qinghe and hooked her hands tightly.