100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 118 Drinking Song

She looked up at him slightly and chuckled, "Why did you call me?"

"Be good, and I'll give you everything when we get home." He had almost embarrassed himself at the palace banquet.

Jin Huan's face was full of innocence, but her little hands were quite mischievous.

Huo Jingheng kept a close watch on her, not allowing her to act recklessly.

Jin Huan was somewhat unhappy. She was already drunk, her face flushed. As someone who was always extremely unrestrained, she stood up abruptly. The dancers were no strangers to Jin Huan, and upon seeing her arrive, they all withdrew.

Many of the palace staff in the inner court of Dawu Palace recognized her and naturally treated her with respect.

This person is the apple of His Majesty's eye. Huo Jingheng immediately stood up. He was about to bring Jin Huan back when Emperor Wu stopped him, saying, "It's alright."

Jin Huan only made one move.

The musicians of this music hall knew exactly what Jin Huan wanted to dance. They used to accompany her often, and now they were remarkably in sync with her.

Her skirt was like a swallow in flight, her sleeves like swirling snow, her silk robe fluttering in the wind, her long sleeves crisscrossing.

The guests were all completely captivated.

As she turned, her eyes were alluring, her hands slender and graceful, her figure elegant and charming.

Her movements were bold and fluid, charming and alluring, utterly captivating.

Emperor Wu's heart pounded even harder; why did this scene seem so familiar?

She danced for a short while, and when she got tired, she returned to Huo Jingheng's side, this time truly falling asleep in his arms.

Her performance was utterly outrageous, yet the adults in the room had been watching with their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. Who could bear to say a single bad word about such a beauty?

When Jin Huan woke up, she was already back at the Huo residence.

She sat up, and the blanket slipped down a bit, so she had to hold the corner of the blanket up; her body ached terribly.

Hearing the noise, Huo Jingheng walked over from the window and, still wrapped in a blanket, pulled her into his arms.

"I don't remember anything that happened last night," she asked softly.

Huo Jingheng didn't know what to say, so he just hugged her tightly and said, "From now on, you're not allowed to drink in front of others."

Did I do something really bad last night?

"You performed a dance at the palace banquet."

"Was it a beautiful jump?"

"Beautiful, but from now on you are only allowed to dance for me." He was so jealous last night that he wished he could never bring Jin Huan out again.

"Okay, I'll dance for you." She hooked her arms around his neck and hugged him. Huo Jingheng also liked her hugging him like this; it felt like she was giving him everything about her.

He held her very tightly, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart as he thought of the Emperor Wu's eyes last night.

Why were the palace servants so respectful to Huan'er last night? And why did the musicians have such an unspoken understanding with Huan'er? What kind of past did His Majesty and Huan'er share?

He didn't want to think about it too much, but these things, one by one, piled up, were really something to care about.

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Royal Palace

Emperor Wu could not sleep at night

Whether I open my eyes or close them, all I see is her dancing at the palace banquet.

Every time he met her eyes, he felt a bittersweet sensation.

Wan Yancheng said he had forgotten her. Emperor Wu didn't believe him before, but now he does. He must have loved her very much before, otherwise why would he react this way?

I put on a robe and went to the Golden Thread Palace.

This is the golden house he built for her. When the candles are lit, it is magnificent and as bright as day.

The mural on the west wall was painted by someone she said she liked.

Several images suddenly flashed through Liu Zhi's mind.

He once offered half of the country as a dowry to marry her and make her his empress.

But she refused.

She said she didn't want to be an empress, didn't want the throne, and didn't want a dowry; all she wanted was for him to love her.

The young emperor suddenly gasped for breath, his face turning deathly pale as he clutched his chest.

"Your Majesty!" Wan Yancheng was startled by the situation.

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