It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

There was a faint smile on her lips, which was a little cold and sarcastic, as if she was looking at a kid who didn't know his place.

King Zhou looked down at the beauty in his arms, then raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Huai. A dim light flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Before King Zhou could speak, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Marquis Zhaowu has arrived!"

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were cast towards the gate, even the princes who were angrily scolding Xiao Huai shut up and became cautious.

Even King Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised by this sudden arrival.

Xiao Huai glanced outside the door.

The next second, his pupils shrank slightly.

A figure slowly walked in from outside the palace gate.

His hair was neatly tied up, and the inky black hair was tied up high by a silver crown, hanging down between his shoulders, making him look capable and neat.

And those dark eyes were the eyes that Xiao Huai was most familiar with.

He was staring at himself closely.

Tenderness and nostalgia.

But when he looked at others, he exuded a cold and captivating aura, like a sharp blade appearing out of nowhere in the long night.

Lu Yuanshi.

Xiao Huai's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed all the waves, suppressed his emotions back into his heart, and the expression on his face returned to its previous calmness.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes swept through the hall and landed on King Zhou, then he bowed slightly.

"I am a step late in coming down. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

King Zhou raised his eyebrows, a delighted smile on his face. "Marquis Zhaowu, how are you? It's no big deal that you're late, the banquet has just begun. Come, please take a seat."

Lu Yuanshi nodded in thanks and walked to the seat King Zhou had arranged for him, but stopped.

He said calmly, "Your Majesty, if there is nothing wrong with it, may I sit next to Marquis Qinglan?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell silent, and the princes all turned their eyes to Lu Yuanshi and Xiao Huai.

"Since Marquis Zhaowu has such a request, then I will do as you say." King Zhou waved his hand and said it in a nonchalant tone.

Lu Yuanshi walked slowly to Xiao Huai's side and sat down under the gaze of everyone.

There was a sudden whisper in the hall, and even the beauty in King Zhou's arms showed an expression of interest.

And something even more astonishing happened next -

After Lu Yuanshi sat down, he stretched out his long arms in front of all the guests, put his arms around Xiao Huai's waist and pulled him towards him.

The movement was neither fast nor slow, yet very natural, as if it was declaring something.

"You were with me last night, how come you fell in love with someone else today?" Lu Yuanshi's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, with a hint of lazy ambiguity.

He looked down at Xiao Huai, a faint smile seemed to float in his dark eyes, and his tone seemed to be joking, but in fact it carried some elusive deep meaning.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.

The princes all had stiff expressions, looking at the scene in disbelief. Even King Zhou showed an interested look, squinting his eyes as he looked at the two of them, as if waiting for what would happen next.

Xiao Huai instinctively widened his eyes, and when he looked at Lu Yuan intently, a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart.

However, in just a moment, Xiao Huai noticed a hint of hint in Lu Yuanshi's eyes.

The eyes were deep and calm, carrying a hidden message.

It seemed to be telling him something.

"I can't get involved with Xuan Ji."

Xiao Huai's heart moved slightly, and he quickly understood Lu Yuanshi's intention.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes showing a slight struggle, but he finally continued to act as he was told.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice a little:

"It's not that...you hurt me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into complete silence.

Even Lu Yuanshi's eyelashes trembled.

Xiao Huai's ears flushed red, and he tried hard not to look at the eyes around him. He pursed his lips slightly, and under the light, he showed a kind of forbearing temperament.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes darkened slightly, and his fingers loosened slightly involuntarily, but he did not take back the hand that was around Xiao Huai.

He looked at him, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes, which he himself was not aware of.

Inside the hall, everyone's eyes wandered between the two of them, and the atmosphere was weird and subtle.

The princes looked at each other, obviously at a loss as to what to do after this sudden joke.

The King of Zhou, holding his wine glass, did not seem to feel that this was any offense to his banquet. Instead, he spoke with great interest:

"The relationship between Marquis Zhaowu and Marquis Qinglan is closer than I thought. I have broadened my horizons today."

King Zhou's words made many people look strange, but no one dared to agree with him. They just quietly observed the reactions of the two.

Xuan Ji leaned lazily in King Zhou's arms and raised her hand to tidy up a strand of hair hanging by her ear.

Her voice was gentle yet cool, perfectly breaking the awkwardness of the banquet: "It seems that Marquis Qinglan was just joking. He has someone who loves him so much. If he still covets someone else, he will be laughed at."

She smiled softly, hiding the curve of her mouth, and gently patted King Zhou's shoulder, saying softly:

"Your Majesty, I am very tired. May I take my leave first?"

Xuan Ji's words cleverly steered the atmosphere at the banquet in another direction, and the originally complicated expressions of the princes also eased slightly.

King Zhou glanced at her and said with a smile, "Since my beloved concubine is tired, I will accompany you to rest. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves. Today's banquet is prepared for you."

King Zhou stood up, then turned around and strode away.

Before leaving, Xuan Ji also looked back at the two of them, her eyes flashing slightly, as if hiding some deep meaning.

After King Zhou left, the banquet became somewhat lively again, but the atmosphere was still depressing and heavy.

Xiao Huai picked up the wine glass and his eyes inadvertently fell on the ground beside him.

His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were slightly cold.

The body of the beheaded prince was still there, but he noticed that the head was gone.

The fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly unconsciously.

Lu Yuanshi's voice came from the side, his tone calm but with a hint of comfort, "The head has been taken away. They have their own uses."

When Xiao Huai heard the voice, he turned to look at Lu Yuan and was about to speak, but saw that the other party had spoken first.

"I made a promise with you. This time, I will protect you."

Lu Yuanshi's voice was not loud, but it was firm, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Xiao Huai stared at him quietly.

He suddenly smiled, a very faint smile.

The tense lines between his brows relaxed quietly, as if some invisible oppression had finally been relieved.

Then, he slowly approached, crossing time and distance.

Finally, she leaned on his shoulder, hiding a certain restrained fragility, like a feather falling lightly, yet carrying a tremendous weight.

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, with only the faint sound of breathing flowing between the two of them.

"Long time no see, Lu Yuanshi."

Xiao Huai spoke in a low voice, each word falling.

The emotions that had been pent up for a long time finally broke out, so strong that they could not be dissolved.

At this moment, the sound is not just a sound, but the warm sunshine that penetrates deep into the soul, enveloping it in scorching heat.

Lu Yuanshi's pupils shrank slightly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the person leaning on his shoulder.

Time seemed to be divided into two worlds at this moment.

One is the noisy banquet they are in, and the other is a quiet corner where only the two of them are.

He did not respond immediately, his eyes showing a soft light in the silence.

The soft light spread in his deep black pupils, like the moment when the wind blows away the snow, or like a ray of spring when the peach blossoms first bloom in February.

warm.

"Yeah." Lu Yuanshi's voice was so low it sounded like a sigh, carrying a heart-shaking power. "Long time no see."

my sweetheart.