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Chapter 46
At this moment, a boy with a shaved head, leaving only a tuft of hair in the middle, rushed into Mo Du's arms, "Brother, you are finally back!"

Han Cheng held his chin and asked, "Who is this kid?"

"Qinsuo." Mo Du said.

Han Cheng looked around him and suddenly remembered that Talan was not here and she could not sit with them.

When the king of Dachu succeeds, he will hold a golden cane named Qinsuo, which is a symbol of status and royal power.

The King of Chu named his youngest son, Mapo's child, Qinsuo. You can imagine how much this child meant to him.

This Qinsuo is no ordinary walking stick.

After Yongnamchang retreated from Da Dong Sa, the sacrificial ceremony also ended.

Qin Suo stood in the middle and asked Mo Du in a low voice when he came back from Ruozhi.

Mo Du kicked the child's hind legs, almost knocking him down, "Shut up."

Dadong Sa is the queen's man, so naturally he can't say anything good. He just said a few words about Mo Du about to bring disaster back to the royal court, when he was interrupted by the king.

This is the first time.

Modu still remembered that he was about to leave for Ruozhi, and no matter what Dadongsa said, his father would nod. Now he was merciful and knew how to protect him.

There was a trace of warmth in his heart.

Yes, his father loved him very much when he was a child. He was his first son. How could he really be willing to kill him?The queen must have bewitched him, so he was blinded and lost his mind again and again.

King Chu asked everyone to sit down again.

He stretched out his hand to call his son back.

Mo Du's face was full of expectations, but he heard his father say, "Xiao Qinsuo, why are you running around?"

Qinsuo pouted with dissatisfaction, "I'm going to sit with my eldest brother. He just came back after a long time. I want to kiss him some."

Mo Du glanced at the beautiful face beside the king's throne that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Damn bitch, she has completely pushed Qinsuo into her father's arms, making Qinsuo the center of his attention.

There are about ten prairie girls in Yongnan Field, wearing necklaces made of silver pieces around their necks. The top is small and the bottom is large. The silver pieces are flying with their dancing, and the collision makes crisp music. The girls are barefoot and use both hands. Covering his face, he raised his head and looked at the bright moon. Han Cheng was mesmerized by the sacred dance.

"It's a pity that Taran didn't come, otherwise we would still have seen them dancing," Han Cheng said.

Mo Du looked at Wen Yuanzhidao and said, "Talan doesn't like so many people wearing red."

"Why?" Wen Yuanzhi asked.

"Maybe one day, she'll tell you."

Han Cheng was about to interrupt when he heard someone calling his name.

Wen Yuanzhi immediately fell silent.

"What did she say?" Han Cheng couldn't understand the queen's words.

This queen was young, but it was a pity that she married a man who could be her father. She would not be able to find a place to kiss him on the mouth. After all, her beard was so lush, Han Cheng secretly laughed.

"She asked you, are you from Nanyan Capital City?"

Han Cheng nodded, "Yes, from Liangzhu."

"I heard that Liangzhu women are also good at dancing. I wonder if you can dance too?"

Han Cheng said, "We Liangzhu women are not good at dancing. There is a capital city in Nanyan called Liuliu. The girls there dance as wantonly as the wind and as beautiful as the moon. They are completely different from the women of Da Chu. I watched the women of Da Chu dance under the moon." , It’s like carrying a thousand pounds on your back and dancing with a mission, but it’s not dancing for yourself, but this kind of dance has its own weight.”

Mapo smiled and leaned sideways against King Chu, "This woman from Nanyan is really fluent in speech. How many girls in the royal court can talk like this?"

When King Chu saw her smile, he also smiled and said, "The girl Mo Du brought back is naturally outstanding."

Han Cheng didn't know why they were laughing, "Brother Yuanzhi, what did the queen say just now?"

Wen Yuanzhi concealed a few words and said, "The King of Chu is praising you and saying that you are extraordinary."

Mo Du felt uneasy, always worrying that it would be difficult to guard against hidden arrows.

As expected, the queen quickly took action, "Liangzhu women are not good at dancing, but can they be good at martial arts?"

"I'm not good at this either." Han Cheng felt a little discouraged.

The charming woman smiled even more happily, "It seems that people in the world say that all the beauty in the world can be found in Nanyan, but it is just a lie. The appearance of this girl in the capital of Liangzhu is nothing more than pumpkin flesh."

Hearing her say that Han Cheng was pumpkin flesh, Mo Du frowned, as if the treasure he had hidden for many years was exposed to the light of day and others said it was nothing more than a vulgar thing.

Dachu people often say that pumpkins are meat and cattle and sheep are meat, but pumpkins are no better than cattle and sheep.

After hearing this, Wen Yuanzhi, who was well versed in the folk customs of Chu, touched his nose and cleared his throat.

This joke spread to the ears of the people sitting around the royal court, causing bursts of laughter.

"What did she mean?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yuanzhi felt that it was getting late and the two outsiders should retreat, but the queen seemed to deliberately embarrass Han Cheng.He saw that the woman was competing with Han Cheng because of jealousy.

"Say." She said to Mo Du.

"This……"

"hurry up!"

He explained, and Han Cheng was so angry that sweat broke out on his forehead. It was enough to anger her by saying she couldn't do it, and she couldn't bear it when Liang Zhu was also involved.

"Reporting to the queen, although Han Cheng is not good at dancing or martial arts, he is good at singing."

The queen got up from King Chu's shoulders and sat upright, "Really? When I was young, I happened to be good at singing."

King Chu's lips were pursed tightly. He couldn't help but know what she was planning. This kitten was always disobedient.Modu's expression changed after hearing this, "She wants to sing with you."

"Isn't that great?" Han Cheng said, "Interesting."

Modu saw her eyes shining brightly, stroked her hair and said, "If you want to sing, it doesn't matter if you lose."

"Why did you decide that I would lose?"

Wen Yuanzhi glanced at Mo Du. No matter he lost or won, Han Cheng was the loser. He couldn't tell her this.

It was all wrong, from the moment she followed him here, set foot on the land of Da Chu, and saw Mo Du.

If you win the queen, you will offend her. The jealousy of a woman is really terrible, but the jealousy of two men will only be more terrible.

After losing to the queen, Han Cheng's loss would not make Mo Du feel heartbroken. The better he treats her, the more vicious the scorching gaze on the throne will be. Han Cheng will still be the target of public criticism. It's okay that he can protect her, but it's just a big mistake. The Chu royal family has a turbulent undercurrent, and it is difficult to protect themselves silently.

Wen Yuanzhi walked faster.

This is not a chess game that he can intervene in. He is just a piece on the chessboard.Turning around, he glanced at Modu and Han Cheng again. Modu saw Wen Yuanzhi's gaze and watched him leave.

Han Cheng sat down.

The people in the royal court were sitting around Yongnan Field. There was a circle of guards around the king, blocking the people's sight, but the people's voices enveloped the surrounding areas.

When they heard that the queen was going to present music, the people became restless.

"Hahaha... you only sing a few lines, don't let the juniors be ashamed." King Chu said.

"We are all members of the same family. I am here to entertain the king and the prince. This is Mo Du coming back from Ruozhi. The king is giving him a banquet. Without high-pitched singing, how can we worship the moon god?"

Compared to Tongue Lotus's ability, Han Cheng felt inferior.It's just that when Mo Du explained the queen's words to her, he didn't tell the family members.

Not yet.

This woman whose eyes were like cold stars, like autumn dew, like the golden threads that slightly rippled on the surface of the sea in winter, he wanted to make sure that she was in his palm.

The queen opened her voice first, and the broad-mindedness unique to prairie women was hidden in her singing. Such free and easy singing should have been the joy of riding on horseback and sweeping the grass with a whip, but Han Cheng could hear a little sadness.

Everyone present cheered, but it seemed that not many people could hear it. Han Cheng heard Mo Du telling him in his ear, "No one will laugh at you if you don't sing well."

"Nonsense, there are so many people, how come no one laughs at me."

The queen stopped singing, but the melodious singing seemed to still be lingering in her ears. Han Cheng also cheered, "Stop talking, you listen to your mother's singing."

Modu immediately shut up and didn't say a word.

She can really poke people's wounds, even if it's unintentional.

Han Cheng was about to speak.

The woman on the throne said something.

"What is it?"

"She asked you to go out in front of everyone and sing."

"Why is this?"

Because the queen said that the grassland is vast, she was afraid that her Nanyan woman's Qi would not be enough and her singing would not be heard by the people in the Wangting tribe.

"It's nothing. She said the night wind was too strong and she was afraid it would block your singing."

"Okay then, I'll go."

Mo Du stood up and said, "I'm with you."

Han Cheng spread the blanket on the ground, "Just sit here."

"Sit here?"

"Yes."

Zaozhu said that when singing, you must either gallop or stand, and never sit upright. Da Chu women rarely sit down when singing.

Han Cheng said, "It doesn't matter. It's not tiring to sit down and sing."

The queen sneered, "Is she too timid to stand in the tribe?"

Han Cheng sang as soon as he opened his mouth, "Qing Qing Zi Jin, linger in my heart."

This sound was not as loud as the queen's singing voice, but it was like a stream of clear spring flowing into everyone's lungs, filling their breaths with freshness.

"Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound?" There was a slight rise.

When I sang "Qingqing Zipei, I miss you for a long time." Suddenly the tone slowly rose, like the early morning sun slowly rising into the sky.

A thread is thrown straight into the sky, "Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?" Who can't hear the expectation in the song?It seemed that everyone was following this woman, waiting for her to return home. Moonlight!" gradually fell down and dispersed in the wind.

The strange thing is that the singing just now still lingers in my heart. Everyone feels this way.

Everyone was stunned. Although they couldn't understand what Han Cheng was singing, they were fascinated by the singing and couldn't help themselves.

After a long time, there was a hint of applause.

Just after this cheer, a thunderstorm of cheers came.

Han Cheng raised his eyebrows at the person beside him, "How about it, did I lose?"

At that time, her demeanor was not as good as one-tenth of that of all the gods of Chu Nan combined.

He will never forget that night when her singing poured into his heart like dew. That was the first time he understood that the power of gentleness is better than the power of brutality.He also glimpsed the prosperity of a distant country from the singing.

(End of this chapter)