Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 41 Has the Regent usurped the throne today (13)

With the sound of silk and bamboo, the dancers entered the arena stepping on the beat. They were all trained by the nanny in the Jiaofang Division since they were young.

Watery ribbons are wrapped around the snow-white slender arms, and the silver bells on the dancers' ankles will jingle when the dancer moves. The girl's tender white fingers rest on the jet-black hair, the golden rings shake, and the waist is folded into a graceful arc. , like an invitation, more like a temptation.

The scene quickly heated up, and the chatter and laughter became louder. Seeing that the empress did not stop, everyone's actions became bolder.

The original owner was used to this kind of scene, but it was the first time that Feng Yuan was exposed to so many people's eyes, because her position was next to Ji Ge, so she received a lot of attention.

Feng Yuan was both excited and nervous, and vaguely panicked.

"Don't be afraid." Ji Ge picked up a piece of pea yellow with chopsticks, put it on the plate in front of Feng Yuan, and comforted her softly.

Many people have guessed that this is the Princess Changle who has been in the limelight recently. No one knows why the empress paid attention to this princess who has always been a transparent person on a whim, but they are all thinking quickly. What benefits does it bring.

From time to time, his appraising eyes glanced over Feng Yuan's body.

Feng Yuan's fingers were stiff, and when he heard Ji Ge's comforting words, he took a deep breath and managed to maintain his composure.

As the only king with a different surname in Dachu, and even a super first-rank prince, Nie Xuecheng is placed under the main seat. From his angle, you can see the girl's smiling face, her long black eyelashes trembling lightly, Lip balm was applied on the red lips, showing an extremely bright color, shining brightly.

As if noticing Nie Xuecheng's gaze, Ji Ge looked at him and raised his wine glass to toast.

Nie Xuecheng looked away awkwardly, poured the wine into his stomach, he didn't know how much he drank, his stomach became hotter like a fire, and the white jade-like face of the burning man also turned red.

Suddenly, a clear and soft female voice sounded in front of him, Nie Xuecheng was taken aback, Ji Ge had hired Tingting to stand in front of him, smiling like a flower: "Uncle Huang has worked hard for Da Chu, I respect Uncle Huang."

The amber-like wine dangled in the white jade cup, Nie Xuecheng choked, coughed a few times before recovering, and drank the glass of wine without saying a word.

With the strength of alcohol, he slowly remembered the past.

Nie Xuecheng was born in Dingguo Duke's Mansion, where hairpin tassels have been worn for generations. As the youngest son, he does not need to be like a big brother to hold the airs of a prince, and shoulder the future of the entire Duke Mansion. His parents love each other, and the biggest expectation for him is to grow up safely. .

It's just that when the young man was 11 years old, the state of the Duke's Mansion suddenly changed. The former behemoth collapsed in an instant, and the tree fell and the macaques scattered. He survived under the desperate protection of his parents and subordinates.

In fact, many times, Nie Xuecheng didn't understand why he wanted to live.

He changed his name and surname, went to the battlefield, and quickly accumulated illustrious military exploits with a style of fighting that nearly killed him all. Under the favor and connivance of the late emperor, he overthrew the enemy who framed the Duke's mansion, and under the late emperor's entrustment, he was named regent Wang, served as the supervisor of the country before the empress Jiji.

A bright and slender figure emerged in Nie Xuecheng's heart, recalling that many years ago, after the fall of the Duke's Mansion, he had a relationship with the empress dowager who had not yet ascended the throne.

At that time, he was full of hatred. On the promenade, he ran into a young girl with immature eyebrows, like a snow-white and delicate glutinous rice dumpling, who bent her eyes and called him: "Brother."

Then it was forgotten and became a dusty memory in my heart.

But inexplicably recalling it today, it coincided with the bright and beautiful figure in front of him.

The wine provided by the palace banquet was not strong, but Nie Xuecheng already felt a little drunk.

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