The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

Zi Yan was sitting on the bed in a daze, when the door was suddenly pushed open, which made her stand up suddenly.

"Beauty..." Muhra, a tall and burly man with a beard, strode in, and the maids who came in after him held all kinds of jewelry and costumes, and said a word in the room. Stand apart.

Ziyan had a pale face, and when she saw Mukhra approaching, she timidly bowed: "Your Highness."

"You don't need to be polite for a beauty." Mu Hela stepped forward to help her, but Zi Yan avoided her calmly.

"I don't know that His Royal Highness is coming, what's your business?"

Muhra rubbed his hands, salivated and smiled, and said: "Beauty, the prince has chosen some clothes and jewelry for you, I don't know how beauties like it?" Turning back to the maids, he shouted: "Stupid!" What are you doing? Why don’t you bring it over for the beauty to see!”

Zi Yan hurriedly said: "Thank you, Prince, for your kindness. Zi Yan won't be rewarded for nothing, so I don't dare to accept it. Your Highness should take it back and give it to the concubines."

"Hey, what the beauty said is wrong. When I take you back to the palace and tell my father, I can make you a concubine. At that time, you will also be my concubine..." As he spoke, he pulled out his long arm and I want to hug Zi Yan.

Zi Yan yelled sharply: "His Royal Highness respects himself!"

Mu Hela stopped her hands in embarrassment, and said: "This king knows that you have many rules in the Central Plains, and women value chastity the most. Forget it, on the day of marriage, this king will take good care of you, beauty."

Zi Yan wanted to cry and said: "Your Highness is a prince, what kind of woman do you want, why do you make things difficult for Zi Yan? Zi Yan is just a common girl who performs in the world, not worthy of a prince's daughter."

Muhra waved his big hand impatiently, and said: "I don't understand what you are doing in the Central Plains. What is worthy of what is not worthy? Whatever this king likes, I will get it. Don't worry, this king won't do it because of You are a Han woman, so I will treat you harshly. Let me tell you the truth, you Middle-earths will soon become slaves of our Xilan Kingdom. If you don’t want to be a subjugated woman and let others trample on you, just be obedient and follow me back to the palace to get married ! Otherwise... hum!"

At this time, someone said outside the door: "Fourth Prince, there are two women outside who say they want to perform for His Highness."

"Performing arts?" Muhra said angrily, "I'm not in the mood right now, let them go."

"But Your Highness, one of the women said that her singing skills are a hundred times better than Miss Ziyan's."

"what?!"

Muhra stared wide-eyed like copper bells, and said angrily: "Who is so bold, dare to speak wild words!"

Zi Yan's mind turned back and forth, thinking that Feng Ge had found someone to save her, so she quickly put on a pleasing smile and said: "Your Highness, since this person dares to make such wild words, there must be something wonderful about it. Zi Yan I implore Your Highness, would you like to meet with me last time?"

Zi Yan suddenly became so gentle, how could Mu Hela refuse, and instead said softly: "If Zi Yan wants to see you, why not meet him?" Then he ordered the person to be brought up.

Zi Yan smiled and said: "Thank you, Your Highness."

After a while, two women, one tall and one short, were brought in. Both women were veiled. The tall woman had a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She was dressed plainly and held a piano in her arms.The short woman is wearing a flowing cloud bun with golden steps inserted obliquely. She has beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes.

"The little girl Yang Yinglun brought her maid to meet His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince."

Zi Yan was taken aback: "Sakura..."

Muhra said, "You know her?"

Ziyan didn't know how to answer, Yang Yingjun hurriedly said: "The little girl is also an artist of the Fengge class, but because of the cold a while ago, she couldn't show her demeanor at the prince's wedding banquet, and felt regretful, so she came here to perform to His Highness .”

"Oh?" Muhra's gaze lingered on her delicate collarbone, "What talent do you have?"

"The little girl thinks that her singing voice is better than Zi Yan's."

Muhra laughed and said, "What a breath!"

Yang Yingjun raised his head slowly, took off the veil lightly, and smiled at Muhra with a wicked charm: "If your Highness doesn't believe it, just try it and you will know the truth."

Muhra was shocked by her face and couldn't recover for a while.

Zi Yan said from the side: "Your Highness, Yinglun's singing skills are indeed superior to Zi Yan's."

Mu Hela stared at Yang Yingjun who was kneeling under the steps, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, until Ziyan reminded him again and again, and said: "Hurry up, help Miss Yang up."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yang Yingjun stood up slowly, and suddenly said "Oops", almost falling down.

Mu Hela rushed forward with a stride, knocked away the tall maid who was supporting her, hugged her, and asked nervously, "Is Miss Yinglun okay? What's wrong?"

Yang Yingjun leaned half in Muhra's arms, raised his head and smiled at him, soft and charming to the bone, with all kinds of charm: "Perhaps I have been kneeling for a long time, and my feet are a little numb. Thank you for your concern."

Muhra stared straight at him.

The tall maid with her face covered looked on coldly, her brows were filled with a gloomy look.

After that, Muhra ordered people to light incense in the yard, and the tall maid sat down on the stone bench in the yard, put the qin on the stone table, stroking the strings with her fingers, and played out a moving melody.Yang Yingjun danced lightly to the sound of the piano, and sang "Green Silk Snow" faintly, while looking around, he did not forget to discharge electricity to Muhra.

Before coming here, Yang Yingjun had prepared himself mentally. He suggested to himself that he wanted to play Daji, who would bring disaster to the country and the people. He could act in any way he could, so the self-made dance forced him to show his soft posture and coquettish taste, and he matched it with his wonderful The voice of singing, Gu Pansheng's eyes that are eager to speak, really responded to the phrase "dancing and dancing, the swallows are still surprised, the graceful make-up is full of jealousy", and the people in the whole yard are all fascinated.

Seeing this, the "woman" playing the piano turned ugly again, but luckily she was wearing a veil.It's just that his fingers exerted strength, and the movement of plucking the strings became faster and faster, and became more and more urgent. A sad piece of music forced him to play in ambush.

Yang Yingjun took advantage of the dancing break and looked back at him suspiciously, what's the matter with you?

The "woman" gave him a hard look, and turned her face away angrily.

"..."

What madness at the critical moment! ?

If the situation didn't allow it, Yang Yingjun really wanted to rush over and beat him violently.Fortunately, he, Yang Xiaotianwang, has also been in the entertainment industry for many years. He is used to seeing people on big occasions. A branch was pulled out from the potted plant, and a sword dance started, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: I'm just acting with my life, it's unreasonable not to win the actor!

Ji Yinrong, who was disguised as a maid playing the piano, was gradually attracted by her. She was sometimes soft and sometimes firm, with a slender waist and limbs that could not be grasped, but the sword flower she danced was extremely fierce.Rigidity and softness, softness with firmness, the graceful posture runs through the swordsmanship, looking back and smiling, astonished as a heavenly man.

Suddenly sporadic fragments flashed in my mind.Who is standing in front of him in palace attire?Who uses his hand as a sword, and gestures casually with a chic posture?Who is the heroic spirit between the brows and the blazing eyes?Who laughed at Yan Yan and whispered softly, "On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, with a sword coming to the west, a fairy will fly from the sky"?

The heartbeat continued to accelerate, and something was about to come out. At this moment, a rough voice suddenly shouted "Okay!"

His thoughts were forced to stop, and when Ji Yinrong came back to his senses, he realized that the performance was over, and Muhra was running to the yard to help Yang Yingjun, with a fascinated look on his face, he said: "Young lady is really skilled."

Yang Yingjun said with a smile: "Your Highness, I'm honored. Your Highness, the little girl is a little tired. If possible, can you take a break?"

"Naturally. Come on..."

Yang Yingjun said again: "Your Highness, why bother? Zi Yan and I are old acquaintances, so I just rest in her room for a while, so as to catch up on the past, I wonder what your Highness thinks?"

Mu Hela was fascinated by her "Your Highness" one by one, and she couldn't refuse, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, Miss Yinglun, take a rest, the king will hold a banquet right now, and I must treat the girl well tonight."

Yang Yingjun bowed profusely: "Thank you, Your Highness, Fourth Prince."

Muhra squeezed her palm reluctantly, and then left with a crowd of people.Zi Yan took a few steps to grab Yang Yingjun, hesitant to speak, Yang Yingjun signaled to her that there are maids from Xilan Kingdom around her, Zi Yan understood, and said to the maid from Xilan Kingdom who was waiting beside her: "Miss Yang and I need to have a good chat. Chat, you just wait in the yard, don't come in to disturb unless you tell me."

"Yes."

Ziyan dragged Yang Yingjun into the room, Yang Yingjun turned to greet Ji Yinrong: "Rong'er, come in and wait on me."

When Ji Yinrong entered the room and closed the door, Yang Yingjun immediately showed his true colors: "Damn it! That shit prince is so disgusting! My goosebumps fell all over the floor. Zi Yan, it's really too much!" troubled you."

Ji Yinrong sneered and said, "I see you are very happy."

It's good that he didn't speak, Yang Yingjun immediately became angry when he opened his mouth: "I haven't said you yet! What's the matter with you? What is playing behind you? If it weren't for my young master, I was quick and adaptable, and I would have let you go." You killed it!"

Ji Yinrong looked away and replied indifferently: "I see that the fourth prince is very fond of you, so how could he have the heart to harm you?"

"you……"

Zi Yan hurriedly stopped Yang Yingjun who was mad, and said: "Yinglun, calm down first, what's going on? Why you... you and Mr. Rong..." As she spoke, she looked at Ji Yinrong with uncertainty .

Ji Yinrong blushed, but luckily there was a veil blocking it, and said, "It's all her idea, you ask her."

Yang Yingjun said: "Ziyan, let me ask you, are you really unwilling to marry this fourth prince?"

Ziyan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she nodded vigorously.

Yang Yingjun was very distressed, shook her hand, and comforted her softly: "Well, Mr. Rong and I will find a way to take you away, but you must cooperate."

Zi Yan worried: "What are you going to do? Will...will you offend the fourth prince and implicate the Fengge class?"

"Don't worry, the Fengge class has already left. Once the fourth prince finds out that you are missing, he will definitely think of the Fengge class, so after we leave here, we can't contact the Fengge class for a short time, understand?"

Zi Yan panicked: "Then...then what should I do?"

Yang Yingjun said softly: "Don't worry, we have already made an appointment and will meet you in Xinyang City."