Queen Flower

Wei Shuying patted his palm lightly, and a group of people with various musical instruments came in and set up a battle below. Then two people walked in, a man and a woman, wearing thick black cloaks, covering the whole body tightly and tightly. ventilation. The two faces are beautiful for both men and women. The woman's skin is as white as snow, her facial features are delicate, and the man's bronze skin has three-dimensional facial features and a deep face. From a closer look, she is not Chinese, but has the characteristics of a West Asian race, and is an alien.

Both of them were tall and tall, and they danced together, and their capes were slowly raised. This is a very exotic piece of music, mixed with many semitones, and the rhythmic drum beats seem to be hitting people's hearts.

Suddenly, the black cloaks on them were thrown to the ground, revealing their bodies, naked and barely wearing clothes, but there seemed to be something covering them. Upon closer inspection, he found that the man was slender and fit, with only a short skirt between his crotch, barely covering his vital points, while his bronze skin was covered in tattoos, and on his back was a picture of a liger fighting for hegemony, and on his chest was a winding line. Serpentine Cobra. The woman is slender, with plump breasts, round buttocks, slender waists, and a white and delicate body. She only wraps layers of veil on her chest and buttocks, revealing two straight and slender legs.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they were silent. After a while, they came back to their senses one after another. Several Hanlin students blushed and lowered their heads, feeling uneasy. This is the banquet of the third prince, Sima Lian. Sima Lian glanced at Wei Shuying, but didn't say a word, and turned back to look at the two people in the arena with a hint of meaning in his eyes.

In the field, the eyes of the two of them only looked at each other's faces, their faces were calm and pious, and there was no one else around. They danced intertwined with drum beats. It is like a hunting battle on the battlefield, one after another, with each advancing and retreating, the dance steps are primitive, and the relaxation is powerful.

Jiang Lan felt that this was a kind of sacrificial dance, very primitive, very wild, and also very advocating freedom and nature, so it was such a costume, but it was in the eyes of others. Obviously this is not the case. Their eyes will be fixed on a certain place for a long time, and then their expressions will gradually become blurred.

Sudden. The drum beat stronger, and the woman stood there, leaning back slowly, her soft waist bent, her arms clinging to her legs. Like an arch bridge, the man stood in front of her and supported her waist. The two of them pressed their lower bodies closely, rubbing violently, and then they began to simulate the original rhythm of sexual **** with the sound of drums. The strong body is like a wall, and the woman's soft body is like a wave of flowing water, and then a huge wave is set off. It's just that their expressions are as sacrosanct as ever. Even piety and worship.

Jiang Lan lowered his eyes and blushed slightly, even if it seemed to be a reproductive worship dance of an alien tribe in the ancestral temple, and it was reduced to performing at such a banquet, it also took on the color of lewdness/promiscuity and seduction. She turned her head away from the entanglement that resembled Indian yoga. It's just that there was a deep gasp in her ears, and her colleagues' faces were blood red. Their fingers were clenched tightly on the table, and the other wanton people had already touched the thighs of the maids.

Sima Lian drank glass after glass of wine, his eyes glued to Jiang Lan's body, and a look of excitement began to rise in his eyes. Wei Shuying looked down lightly, with a laid-back look and a look of indifference in his eyes.

Jiang Lan felt that such an occasion was very dangerous, and she had to leave immediately, but if she said she wanted to leave now, she wondered if she could break free from the hands of these powerful women. She was careless again, feeling that she was a Beijing official, and Sima Lian didn't dare to do anything to herself. In fact, to the royal family, she was just an ant, so what if she was crushed to death? She clenched her fists, no matter what, if she had to fight recklessly in the end, the big deal would be that the fish would die and the net would be broken, and they would all die together.

The dance was still dancing, but Sima Lian walked down and walked straight towards Jiang Lan.

His pale face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and his lips were still stained with alcohol. He stopped in front of Jiang Lan, reached out and grabbed her, "Tanhualang, come with this king."

Jiang Lan stood up abruptly, overturned the wine glass on the table, and quickly took a few steps back.

Sima Lian stood in front of the case, his outstretched hand was empty, his eyes became cold, and several maids nearby began to stand up. look.

Jiang Lan felt that he wanted to go ahead and take a shot. He simply didn't do it. He took Sima Lian as a hostage first, which was better than dealing with a bunch of people at the same time. Woman, are there any masters lurking around, because Sima Lian still has a black-clothed alliance, she is by no means an opponent of the black-clothed people.

If it fell into Sima Lian's hands, life would definitely be worse than death. She thought of the children in the yard in southern Xinjiang, with their scarred corpses. Sima Lian was a personality/abusive/crazy. The mission this time was definitely aborted, Jiang Lan's face was covered with cold sweat, and she regretted so much that she decided to never attend the banquet again, if she could have a future.

Seeing that the footsteps of those women were approaching, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Someone was hurriedly stopping someone, but they failed again. Then the door was opened vigorously, hitting the wall with a loud bang. .

Yan Zhan appeared in front of everyone like a god, with a black jade crown on his head, black shoulders, black clothes and gold-patterned silk cloth armor, a gold belt around his waist, and black trousers tightly tied into high-top boots. His lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was grim. His dark gray eyes were like sharp knives unsheathed, swept across his body as if it had brought a bit of winter wind.

The music stopped abruptly, and the two dancers separated and retreated to the side. Everyone was surprised.

Yan Zhan saw Jiang Lan who was surrounded by the maids at a glance, walked towards her without hesitation, walked through the crowd, and stood beside her.

"General Yan is here, I don't know what to do?" Sima Lian sneered.

Yan Zhan didn't kneel, clasped his fists and saluted, "The last commander has an appointment with Mr. Jiang today, but he didn't want him but he missed the appointment for no reason. The last commander can only come to him and ask for an explanation."

"Haha, now that I have found it, what does General Yan think?" Sima Lian walked back to his seat.

Jiang Lan replied bravely, "Your Highness forgives your sins, Xiaguan is incapable of drinking. Since General Yan has something to look for, Xiaguan is allowed to leave."

Sima Lian turned his head and stared at her, his eyes grim, "What if this king doesn't allow it? What if this king insists on keeping you in this other courtyard today?"

The maids gathered around again, Yan Zhan held Jiang Lan's arm, pulled her behind him, and said lightly, "The lord wants to keep someone, but he will find someone at the end, so we can only grab it." The muscles in his hands began to bulge. ,ready.