At the banquet, Feng Sha sat high in the seat, slowly savoring the mellow wine while enjoying the singing and dancing of the beauties in front of him.

It is already spring and flowers blooming. After a winter of rest, it is time for him to go out for battle.

Everything had not been arranged yet, so he shouldn't have gone to war in Guandong. However, the Huns in Bingzhou began to plunder again, which made Feng Sha a little angry. He decided to lead his troops north to eliminate these robbers who were ignorant of the sky and earth, and train troops to prepare for future troops to go to Guandong.

In order to eliminate this powerful clan in one fell swoop, this time, he personally led his army to fight, and divided his troops into different directions to attack the Xiongnu royal court.

He led the vanguard, and the most elite cavalry and infantry were in this unit. According to the arrangement of the quarantine officer, after entering Bingzhou, he temporarily went to the unscrupulous intelligence brain to explore his home in a secret place in Bingzhou to rest, so that the soldiers could also have physical fitness and fighting will in a more comfortable environment.

Behind him, Zhao Yun stood with his sword in his hand and guarded him cautiously. Although he knew that his lord's force was above him, Zhao Yun still did not dare to take it lightly. Although Feng Sha asked him to sit down and drink together several times, Zhao Yun refused to drink, but just looked around carefully, beware of an assassin appearing.

After getting off the seat, Chen Xin, the chief of the Chen family, carefully accompanied the wine, and was inexplicably surprised.

He was originally the patriarch of a large clan in Bingzhou. Although his family had a lot of land, his reputation was not very good. He was considered a new family developed by business and was always looked down upon by the old gentry. Last year, since he was absorbed into the peripheral organization by Prime Minister Huang Shang's subordinates, his caravan would be taken care of in Luoyang and Qingzhou, and the family's income increased several times.

After tasting the sweetness, Chen Xin has been working hard for the court since then and is willing to be a chess piece for the imperial court in Bingzhou. He also knows in his heart that as long as he works hard, the rewards he receives will inevitably be huge.

A few months ago, a man in black who claimed to be a soldier came with thirteen women and asked him to keep these women for the way of purchasing population. Before leaving, he muttered that he would let go unless it was a beautiful woman that Huang Shang could not see or know.

Chen Xin understood what he should do, so he did everything according to what he said and the orders from the court later. Even Du Shiniang's name was based on the name written in the court's documents.

The dancers and musicians at home were invited by the best at high prices, so that they could teach the dancers at home to do their best. Especially the one named Du Shiniang, Chen Xin had been secretly looking at her differently. Although he didn't know what her origin was, he could have vaguely guessed that his future was on her. If it weren't for the strict ban on him from any abnormal movement in the court's documents, he would have run to preview and curry favor with the female slave in his family.

At this time, Du Shiniang was wearing a big red dance uniform and was dancing swords in the hall below to cheer up, feeling sad and disappointed. It was beyond words.

When she saw the tall man for the first time on the tall building, she actually recognized the wrong person and regarded him as the man in green robe who made her think about it.

It's no wonder that she lived in the deep boudoir of the Du family in her life and had never seen such a brave warrior. Moreover, both of them were so tall and had nowhere to be reached by the murderous aura. It was inevitable that she would misread it from such a distance.

The disappointment, grief and anger in his heart turned into strength. Du Shiniang danced the sword with her cold light with force, her movements were wild and passionate, and she was quite imposing as a hero who had left without any momentum. Everyone on the table bent her eyes on her.

In the hall, surrounded by more than a dozen beautiful dancers, the dancer in red looks beautiful and miserable, with a desperate feeling of dying on his face. The sword dance moves like flowing clouds, but with a faint sense of despair. The extremely beautiful dance move seems to be no longer tolerant of this world.

Feng Sha held the wine glass in his hand and looked at the girl dancing violently below with thoughtful thoughts. There seemed to be a string in her heart being plucked by her. She couldn't help but feel a little curious and sympathy for her sorrow, despair, and a little curiosity and sympathy.

The sword dance became faster and faster. Du Shiniang was already dancing the sword with all her strength, immersing her entire body and mind into the world of sword dance.

Seeing the sword light turning into white snow and rolling in the hall, everyone in the hall was stunned. The dozen dancers only dared to dance far away and cooperate, not to get close to her.

Chen Xin had long been so scared that his face changed color, and even Zhao Yun could not help but be moved. With such sword dancing speed and the degree of compatibility between humans and swords, if he could really learn some martial arts, he was afraid that ordinary warriors would not be her opponent.

Feng Sha looked at her thoughtfully, raised her glass and drank the wine in the glass. Then he took the wine jar and filled it with a glass. He was actually aroused by the dance of this beautiful girl.

Du Shiniang became more and more crazy as she danced. The sword light shone, wrapping her whole body, until a sad hiss came out of her throat. When the sword dance was the most intense, her movements stopped abruptly, pounced forward, knelt on the ground, leaned back, raised the sword, and stopped there in this stationary posture, without moving at all.

In the hall, the people of the Chen family and the guards brought by Feng Sha were shocked and looked at Du Shiniang in amazement. They couldn't help but applaud her in her heart for such a perfect sword dance.

Feng Sha put down the wine glass, gently stroked his palm, and said calmly: "What a sword dance!"

Chen Xin then came back to his senses from the shock brought by Du Shiniang's sword dance, and smiled with his face, "It's a great honor to be praised by the king! Shiniang, why don't you come up and toast the king quickly!"

Du Shiniang looked pale and handed the sword weapon to the dancer beside her. Under the guidance of the maid, she walked up to the hall, held up the wine glass, walked to Fengsha, knelt on the ground, raised the wine glass to toast in front of Fengsha, and whispered: "Please drink with me, sir."

Chen Xinchi said: "How can I call it this way? You should call it the 'king'!"

Du Shiniang's delicate body shook, and she looked up at Feng Sha's breathlessly handsome face. She was shocked in her heart. She didn't know when another king appeared in Bingzhou. Could it be that he was another general or a bandit who proclaimed himself as a king?

Feng Sha took the wine glass, his quiet eyes fell on her face, and said warmly: "What's your name?"

Looking at his charming gaze, Du Shiniang couldn't help but blushed and didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her head and said softly: "The concubine's surname is Du and her name is Wei. Here, they are all called Qin Siniang."

This Du Wei was her name when she was at her parents' home. Because she was sent by someone from the unscrupulous Zhiwang, she no longer used it. When she saw this heart-warming handsome man, she lost control of her mind and even said her name. When she woke up again, she had just said the words, and she couldn't help but blush and secretly blamed herself for not being so rude.

Feng Sha nodded, raised his glass and drank it all in one go.

Du Wei saw him drinking the wine he toasted, and a burst of joy rose in her heart. Under Chen Xin's order, she persuaded her to drink, which made Feng Sha drink a few more glasses.

As Du Wei asked for help, Feng Sha drank another cup, placed the notebook on the table, and said in a deep voice: "It's getting late, so why not go and rest."

Chen Xin hurriedly bowed and said, "What the king said is that the king is tired from afar, so it's better to take a break earlier. The villain has prepared a place for the king to stay, so please move to him."

Several maids came forward and bowed, and the orioles were singing and swallows, saying, "Please come with your maid."

Feng Sha stood up and walked. He turned around and saw Zhao Yun and said in a gentle voice: "Zilong, you have been tired for a day, go down and rest."

Zhao Yun bowed and took the order and led the guards to retreat. Feng Sha followed several maids to the bedroom in the back hall.

Behind, a servant in charge held Du Wei at the gesture of Chen Xin and whispered: "The king likes you very much. Tonight, you can serve the king!"

Du Wei was stunned when she heard the sound, her cheeks were hot, and she was about to shake her head and say harshly, but the servant had already pushed Du Wei to Feng Sha and pushed forward hard, allowing Du Wei to lean against Feng Sha. Du Wei was forced to support Feng Sha, whose steps were a little sloppy, and involuntarily followed Feng Sha forward.

Du Wei lowered her head, feeling sad. After so much relaxed life, she could not escape the fate of being ruined by a man. She easily gave the master to a "king" who led the army. She didn't even know his name, and she was going to give this innocent body to him.

She raised her head and secretly looked at Feng Sha’s handsome face from the side. Her heart suddenly pounded wildly. She remembered that she would be sleeping with him tonight. She was flirting with her and couldn’t help but kick her, her breathing was very rapid.

He helped Feng Sha's tall body hard and walked into the bedroom. The maids lifted the gauze tent, knelt down and bowed slowly, leaving only Feng Sha and Du Wei standing beside the bed.

The candlelight swayed, reflecting the tall and perfect figure of the lonely man and widow in the room. Du Wei's breathing was even more rapid. In this quiet room, it sounded very clearly.
Chapter completed!