A snow-white jade neck is lined with a lilac ribbon, and a simple bow tied with a hair like ink. It is simple and capable. Compared with the girl with Wang Ming's makeup and gorgeous makeup, the woman in purple who came in could not see her appearance clearly, but she had already aroused the interest of the man who rushed in several times.

"Mudan Lou Yunniang has met you all, and I dare to ask what songs you need to listen to today and what dances you need to watch?" The woman's voice was stammering and soft, making people feel itchy when she heard it.

"Haha, Yunniang, come forward quickly and see Lord Wang from Xianyang! Lord Wang has long missed you for a long time." Zhao Ben turned his body and pointed at Wang Ming with a smile.

"Yunniang, right? Why did you lower your head and raise it up and let someone see what a peony flower is like?" Wang Ming's drunken eyes were blurred. Hearing the words, he stood up, and stepped forward to pull the woman's sleeve.

"Two lords, Yunniang recently heard that the Qin Jianer broke thousands of thieves in Liangdi and beheaded countless times. She was moved and composed a new song called "Sword Song", a dance of one dance, and a sword dance. Please allow Yunniang to cheer up the adults!" The woman answered softly, her skirt moved lightly, and quietly took a small step back, just avoiding Wang Ming's Lushan claws.

Wang Ming lost his grasp, and glanced at the woman's face slightly raised, with black and lively eyes, straight and pretty nose, and a pair of small dimples on both sides of the corners of his mouth, which had indescribable charm.

"Uh, Yunniang, take your time, why not drink a drink with someone's family first?" Wang Ming was confused and staggered forward. The little girl looked extremely charming, just in line with the old guy Wang Ming's attempt to have a good time with the young girl.

"Sir, I respect myself, the sword in my hand doesn't have eyes." The woman named Yunniang snorted coldly, raised her head, and a hint of shame and anger flashed in her eyes. In her hand, she was holding a delicate and sharp short blade.

"Chi!" Wang Ming was shaken by the sharp blade and screamed in fright. Wang Yushi had only dealt with Bi Mo in his life, or he was talking upwards and a big man in power. The trick of using a knife and a gun really made him sweat on his back.

"How come this little girl is so strong? It doesn't matter if she touches her little hand. Nothing isn't a soldier?" Wang Ming was unhappy and turned her seat in disappointment. He stopped talking for a long time. He hit Yunniang and lost face again, which made Wang Ming and Zhao Ben also resentful.

As an envoy from the capital Xianyang, Wang Ming had many senses of superiority and expectations. This feeling was like the capital officials of the later Celestial dynasty. In Xianyang, a censor like Wang Ming had no strength to support him, and even a lie was not a big deal. Even a servant in Zhao Gao's mansion could show him his face. When he left Xianyang, Wang Ming was the imperial envoy representing the court. He spoke all the imperial edicts and had to be done. This sense of superiority made Wang Ming very glamorous.

Today, a champion dared to refute his old king's face. Why? Could it be that Zhao Ben thought that he was Zhao Gao's nephew, so he could ignore the court's dignity?

"Haha, Yunniang, come first, and I will pay a good respect to Lord Wang later." Zhao Ben looked at Wang Ming's unhappy and looked a little unhappy. He just said something to Yunniang, and then pulled Wang Ming down the corridor.

"What does Lord Zhao mean?" Wang Ming had a dark face and looked serious.

"Well, I'm going to hide it from you. Although Yun Niang is good, she is spicy. Although she looks good, she really doesn't feel considerate as Xiao Xiang." Zhao Ben whispered, and squeezed his eyes at the woman he had just hugged. The girl named Xiao Xiang immediately exclaimed, and a pair of soft breasts pressed against Wang Ming's chest.

"Where does that woman come from? General Zhao protects her so much? Could it be that it is-!" Wang Ming was immediately relieved by Xiao Xiang's anger, and his unhappiness was a little less. Of course, he was still a little unhappy.

"What is the saying of the adult? If Zhao had it, he wouldn't have it. It's just that behind Yunniang is a big shot in Xingyang City. You and I can't afford to offend you now." Zhao Ben paused and sighed.

"Who can still not sell General Zhao's account in Xingyang? Could it be Yang---Haha, is General Zhao going to borrow Wang's killing stick?" Wang Ming said suddenly, a blush surged on his face, and a little unnatural smile at Zhao Ben.

"Ha, Xiaoxiang, Lord Wang's big stick is powerful, you must serve him well." Zhao Ben laughed loudly. He had seen that the bulging ball under Wang Ming's old ghost's crotch was being held tightly by Xiaoxiang's small hands.

"Forget it, I'm tired today, I'm going to take a break!" Wang Ming pretended to yawn and bowed to Zhao Ben.

The jade man holds the flute, and Wang Ming has no intention of watching the singing and dancing again. Although Yunniang is good, she is not a good person. Yang Xiong is the commander of Xingyang. Since Yunniang has a different relationship with him, then he can only watch for the time being. Zhao Ben wants to use his hand to suppress Yang Xiong. Wang Ming has been in the officialdom for decades. Whether to take care of this job or not, when will he take care of it? His knowledge is very different. A mere little incense is not enough for him to take action.

Wait a little longer, isn’t Yang Xiong’s relationship with Li You? There will always be some things to use. Thinking of this, Wang Ming only felt an evil fire rising in his heart.

Xiaoxiang's hand reached between Wang Ming's crotch, and the tender part of his fingertips was touching the sensitive area, which made Wang Ming, who was righteous and arrogant, stagger a little. When he passed by Yunniang, he almost turned ugly.

Wang Ming left and continued to sing and dance at the banquet. Yunniang's graceful figure was as graceful as a butterfly in the center. The song was exciting and the sword was inspiring. A sword stabbed out, as fast as thunder, as tearing apart silk. The song turned low, and like a dusk drum and bell, calling people to awaken, making people feel a sense of being as happy as the enemy, and not hesitating to be.

Zhao Ben looked at Yunniang who was in the middle for a while, and then he reluctantly retracted his eyes. After a song, Zhao Ben said to Yunniang: "Gu Yunniang, the Li family has collapsed, and Yang Xiong's good days are almost over. The world in Qin State will be the leader of my Zhao family, so why should you be obsessed with it?"

"General Zhao, what do you mean by this? What does the Li family and Yang family have to do with me? When I arrived at the Mudan Tower, Gu Yunniang just wanted to study singing skills. What I want to do is Gu Yunniang who smiles and does his own way, not a man's plaything." Gu Yunniang put his sword into the sheath, stood up slightly, and said coldly to Zhao Ben.

"Okay! Very good! But if you, Gu Yunniang, really clean yourself, why did you enter Li You's mansion? What kind of sisters should you call him sisters? Tell me, how does it feel like if the sisters serve the same person?" Zhao Ben said hatred. Gu Yunniang was originally the daughter of Gu Feng, the commander of Xianyang. Gu Feng was killed a year ago for participating in the Prince Fusu incident. The Gu family's elders and young people were either charged into Lingmen or sent to the border labor.

Gu Yunniang and Li You's wife Princess Yushu had a handkerchief in Xianyang. When they heard that the Gu family was in trouble, Princess Yushu changed Gu Yunniang's charming family to Xingyang.
Chapter completed!