The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Everyone's pupils contracted into awls due to fright, and they just looked at Sima Yang motionlessly, forgetting any movements.

The breeze sang a melodious song, lifted up the pieces of paper, and danced in the hall. Countless white pieces of paper brushed over everyone's shocked cheeks like snowflakes...

When the last page of the book was torn to pieces and fell to the ground, the people in the hall erupted in an instant. They pouted their buttocks and lay on the ground with all fours, crying and shouting, picking up the papers around them like treasures. piece.The old man was in tears, as if the sky would collapse in the next moment!

What a spectacular and funny scene this is...

Looking at the old men and women crawling all over the ground like turtles, countless black lines were drawn on my forehead, and a flock of crows flew over my head...[

Before I could react, Sima Yang had already held my hand, dropped the "turtle" on the ground, and led me to run wildly on the promenade. I ducked into one of the rooms in a quiet little attic away from the hall and slammed the door behind me.

I was still in shock, holding on to the pillar and gasping for air. When I turned my head, I saw Sima Yang, who was puffing up his cheeks and breathing deeply like a frog. Finally, I couldn't help bursting out laughing, my whole body trembling more than an earthquake: "Haha...hahaha ……Ha ha ha ha……"