The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Ke Yunchu stated the facts: "Yes, the prince brother pushed me...that's why I fell..."

"Who saw that Bengong pushed you? You can't sit still, and you still want to frame Bengong?" Feng Jialan raised her voice: "Liu Ting, did you see that Bengong pushed him?"

Of course Liu Ting said cooperatively: "The slave saw that it was Young Master Ke who didn't sit still, so he fell backward."

In this situation, even a normal person can't argue with a hundred words, let alone a little fool with a dull head.

Feng Jialan saw that he was in a daze but still wanted to refute, and said first: "Quickly give me a seat."

Ke Yunchu slowly sat down again.

Qi Rongxia clearly saw that it was Feng Jialan who pushed Ke Yunchu down, but at this moment he beat him up, and wanted to speak for him, but he cut him off: "Brother Rong Xia, aren't there two more shows for you? Hurry up and get ready." !"

Qi Rongxia saw that the show that was being performed was indeed coming to an end, so he had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, he still worriedly said: "Don't bully him anymore."

It wasn't until seeing his handsome and slender back that Feng Jialan turned his gaze to the drowsy Ke Yunchu with a gloomy face.

It's a pity that no matter how he looks at it, he can't find anything special about this little fool that can attract Qi Rongxia.

Except for the stupid ones.

The little fool's big head wobbled from side to side, and finally fell into his arms.

Feng Jialan pulled his head away impatiently, but within half a stick of incense, he fell down again.

After countless times of such repeated entanglement, Feng Jialan finally gave up resistance and let him go.

A burst of curvaceous music made him cast his eyes on the stage in the hall.

The one who is performing is said to be the number one dancer in Feng Sui. She is wearing a bright red tulle. She has a graceful figure, exquisite and graceful, and her sleeves are full of charm. Her appearance is not perfect, but her graceful dancing posture makes people unable to move away. line of sight.

Feng Jialan has not yet learned about human affairs, and has no interest in women's sex, but he heard the emperor beside him praise him again and again, and twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, this dancer is probably going to dance on her father's bed tonight.

The music reached its climax, and the dance also reached its climax. The dancer tapped the ground with one toe, and tilted the other foot backwards, spinning rapidly on the spot. This difficult movement caused uncontrollable applause from the hall.

The dancer smiled sweetly at the emperor on the high stage, Feng Jialan assured him that he heard the heavy breathing of his father, and he felt a little sick to his stomach.

The accident happened at this moment, a cold light flashed from the dancer's waist, she even pulled out a soft sword, and flew towards the high platform lightly.

And the music team that was originally playing also picked up the piano and showed their weapons.

"There are assassins!"

"Escort!"

"Dog Emperor! Take your life!"

"..."

Feng Jialan only heard a few violent shouts in his ears, and he was guarded by dark guards in iron armor.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his body lighten, and it turned out that the sleeping fool rolled off his body.

The dark guard carried Feng Jialan and wanted to dodge away from the center of the battlefield. He glanced at Ke Yunchu who had just opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the chaotic hall, not knowing what happened.

The princes around him were also guarded behind them, the witty Liu Ting had already hid behind the pillars, only this little fool was caught in the middle of the chaos, and he called out in a helpless way: "Brother, prince... "