In a row of secluded wing rooms, Changsun Yunchu's face was flushed, and his hands were holding his collar tightly, but he was trying hard to restrain his urge to pull the collar open.

Her breathing was heavy, and she brought out ambiguous breath as she exhaled in one breath.

If a man saw it, he would be shocked by her charm at this moment and then pounced on him regardless.

When Feng Wuyou was pulled over by the little girl, she saw such a scene.

"What's going on? How could your girl have Chinese medicine?" Feng Wuyou was familiar with these despicable things in her previous life. Changsun Yunchu was clearly a powerful aphrodisiac.

"I don't know, the girl was changing clothes and preparing her talents, but suddenly it was like this. Then she asked me to go and invite the princess as soon as possible." The little palace maid begged with a crying voice: "Princess, please find a way to save my lady."

Changsun Yunchu will show up later. If someone sees this, how can he live?

Her lady is gentle and well-educated, and has a good personality. If something happens, where will she find such a good master?

Changsun Yunchu also saw Feng Wuyou at this time and couldn't help but whisper: "Empress..."

That sound was soft and charming, and if the man heard it, he would go crazy.

Feng Wuyou hurriedly stepped forward to support her and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I have a way to help you."

When I was drugged, I still remember to ask the little palace maid to come to her, which shows Changsun Yunchu's trust in her, and Feng Wuyou did not intend to let this trust down.

Fortunately, she is very familiar with these drugs and can produce antidotes with just a simple thing.

After glanced at the flowers and trees outside the room, Feng Wuyou immediately pointed at a few things and said, "Copper coin grass, fragrant flower petals, horse teeth and tails, three pieces, go pick them for me, move faster."

The little palace maid was indeed loyal to Changsun Yunchu, so she immediately found her.

"Chew it and swallow it." Feng Wuyou handed these things directly to Changsun Yunchu.

Changsun Yunchu was soft all over, but after hearing this, he didn't even hesitate for a moment. He immediately put it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and then swallowed it with difficulty.

"How?" After a moment, Feng Wuyou asked softly.

"It's much better." Changsun Yunchu sensed that the heat in his body had almost faded, but his head was still dizzy.

"These things can be used to cure the charm of the drug, but they have some dizziness side effects, just like drunkenness. If you feel dizzy now, it is normal."

Changsun Yunchu nodded and said, "The talent for waiting..."

If she doesn't go, what if Lin Feiyu or Shangguan Youlan win the first place? Both of them have bad ambitions towards Xiao Jinglan. Feng Wuyou has kindness to the Changsun family, and she must not let Feng Wuyou be hurt by her negligence.

"Don't care about that." Feng Wuyou waved her hand casually. She didn't care at all, but who knew that Changsun Yunchu pulled her hard.

"Empress, Lin Feiyu touched me on the way I came."

She often came to the palace to see Concubine Changsun Xian. She was very familiar with the palace and would never be easily plotted against. Only when they changed their clothes and separated, Lin Feiyu touched her.

So that's it.

Feng Wuyou's expression became playful, and she looked at Changsun Yunchu.

"I'm not willing." Changsun Yunchu also looked at Feng Wuyou calmly: "At least, I don't want her to win. It has nothing to do with the empress, it's just for myself."

This temperament...

Feng Wuyou felt that she was really starting to like Changsun Yunchu now.

She smiled and said, "Wuyou."

Changsun Yunchu was stunned for a moment, and then heard Feng Wuyou say, "Just call me Wuyou, I'm so old."

"But the King of Qin is noble..."

"He talks about his, we talk about ours."

As the two of them spoke, Feng Wuyou took Changsun Yunchu's clothes and helped her change them.

But Changsun Yunchu was still very dizzy. The effect of this medicine was not so easy to fade. According to Feng Wuyou, it would take at least one day.

"What should I do?" Changsun Yunchu became anxious. She really didn't want a villain like Lin Feiyu to be proud.

"Don't worry, listen to me." Feng Wuyou asked Changsun Yunchu to come over and whispered a few words in her ear.

"Is this... OK?" Changsun Yunchu hesitated.

"Don't worry, it's OK. I'll do a few moves, you can watch it, then, just perform like this."

Feng Wuyou got up, thought for a while, then began to stretch his limbs and dance lightly.

Changsun Yunchu was almost stunned. Didn’t it mean that Feng Wuyou is a famous idiot in the capital and is not proficient in singing and dancing at all?

Although she had long since Feng Wuyou treated the ninth prince, she never thought that Feng Wuyou's dance was so moving. Especially the charm in her expression, she might be able to play the seventh part of Feng Wuyou's charm at this time?

In the hall, Xiao Jinglan was almost impatient when he waited, and Feng Wuyou came back.

Seeing Xiao Jinglan's questioning eyes, Feng Wuyou sat down and whispered: "Yun Chu is fine."

He wanted to know how this stupid woman was. But when the secret guards would report to him later, Xiao Jinglan temporarily let go of these feelings.

Feng Wuyou didn't notice it at this time. After she came back, Murong Yi slowly walked in at the corner of the hall, and his eyes were still on her.

He saw that Feng Wuyou hadn't come back for a long time and was a little worried, so he went out to take a look, but he didn't expect to see Feng Wuyou's dance.

Such a beautiful dance posture made him almost unable to control himself from the emperor's words: If you want it, kill Xiao Jinglan and snatch it.

He can't do it, nor will he do it.

However, the traces on Feng Wuyou's neck were burned in his eyes like soldering iron.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

It's too late, after all.

He would never do anything that ruined her happiness.

As long as Xiao Jinglan did not do anything that harmed the Qin Dynasty, he would never obey the emperor's orders to persecute Xiao Jinglan.

Maybe, there is only so much he can do.

Although I thought so, the wine in my hand was pouring down one cup after another.

The noble girls changed their clothes one after another and came out to perform in advance in the order they had been determined.

In order to make the emperor leave a good impression of himself, all these women used their strength to work hard, with different piano, singing, dancing and painting, and each program was extremely exciting.

Feng Wuyou even saw it. The ancient Chinese art really has a magical charm.

When another piano piece ended, the hall suddenly became solemn. A woman was wearing silver armor and wearing a fiery red cloak toward the center of the hall.

Even Feng Wuyou was surprised when she saw this outfit. After seeing it clearly, she realized that it was Lin Feiyu.

Lin Feiyu once went to the battlefield with Lin Feixuan. It is said that Xiao Jinglan was also with him at that time, so she had an official position in the court, and her outfit was obviously about to dance the sword dance.

After standing still, Lin Feiyu looked at Xiao Jinglan with great affection, as if asking him: Brother Jinglan, do you still remember the days we were together?

Xiao Jinglan's eyes suddenly became full of disgust. He didn't want others to see it, so he said to Feng Wuyou: "I want to eat that."

What he said was a small snack on the table.

Feng Wuyou heard that his tone was wrong and took it obediently, but Xiao Jinglan refused to answer, but said, "Hey, I."

In this way, she seemed to be angry. Feng Wuyou smiled in her heart, but she obediently fed her. Anyway, she did this kind of thing a lot when she was in the Qin Palace.

This small movement was like the last feather that overwhelmed Lin Feiyu. Her eyes were red and she almost burst into tears.

What kind of virtue is Feng Wuyou? How could Xiao Jinglan treat him like this? No matter what, she must drive Feng Wuyou away.

She turned to the musician and said, "Let's start."

A fierce piano sounded, and Lin Feiyu danced in response. She performed extremely well today. A sword danced like a dragon from the sky. Even Feng Wuyou, who was very disliked, had to say good things.

After the dance, Lin Feiyu seemed to be exhausted, and there were bursts of cheers around him.

"Miss Lin's sword dances so well! It makes people think they are on the battlefield."

"In my opinion, I'm afraid Miss Lin is the first name today."

The echoes came one after another, and Lin Feiyu raised his head and showed a smile.

She wanted to win the first place and drive Feng Wuyou away. She liked Xiao Jinglan so much that she should be Princess Qin!

Lin Feiyu appeared very late, and behind her, only Changsun Yunchu and Shangguan Youlan were left.

When the compliments finally subsided, Changsun Yunchu appeared.

As soon as she appeared, she tripped under her feet and almost fell down.

This action alone made the people present shake their heads. The competition for dancing skills can determine the outcome with just a tiny move.

Although Changsun Yunchu is also a famous talented woman on weekdays, I don’t know if she was shocked by Lin Feiyu’s sword dance just now, and she made such a mistake. It seems that it is definitely impossible to win.

At this moment, Changsun Yunchu actually tripped again. Just as everyone thought it was a pity, a soft voice of the pipa was evoked softly. The song was familiar, but it was lowered by someone and weakened for half a minute. Suddenly, there was a sense of inexplicable and hazy meaning in the music.

And Changsun Yunchu slowly spread his body under such a song, following the stuttering steps.

It seems to be drunk and awake, it seems to be dreaming but not dreaming, and its steps seem to be staggering, but it also has a unique beauty.

Her every move seemed powerless, but she was scratching the itchiest part of the person, and her expression was even more innocent. She saw Chunche, but she couldn't have any evil thoughts.

If someone of Yun Qing was there, he would definitely find that this was a drunken concubine.

Changsun Yunchu was a little drunk because of the effects of the medicine, and he fully interpreted the beauty of the beauty after drinking.

The people in the hall were so obsessed with it. They never knew that the dance could still be like this, and movements were no longer important. As long as there was that charm, it was enough.

When Changsun Yunchu's last move fell, there was a long time of silence in the hall.

After a long time, a sound of applause rang out clearly and powerfully.

Murong Yi stared at Changsun Yunchu and slapped his feet vigorously. However, in his heart, all he thought of was the scene when Feng Wuyou taught Changsun Yunchu before.
Chapter completed!