Feng Juxu took Ji Li to his seat and sat there talking for a long time. Then someone outside the hall sang: "The Demon Lord and Demon Queen are here!" with a long tail tone.

Zhiying has long heard many comments about Mrs. Yantang, and now that he can see it with his own eyes, he wonders how true or false the comments made by those people are.

She and everyone else looked at the door of the palace and saw a rich red color among the flowers. It was noble and unassuming. As soon as she entered, it stole the attention of all the people in the palace, turning the people around her who were wearing gold-scaled ink robes.

People are overshadowed.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and then, except for the guests Ji Li and his entourage and Feng Juxu who was sitting on the right, everyone left their seats, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Your Majesty, may your Majesty be safe!"

This kneeling was just enough for Zhi Ying and others to have a clear look at the coming people.

The two people at the entrance of the hall, the man is handsome, majestic, and suave. His dark robe embroidered with golden dragon scales adds five points of majesty and calmness to him, just like the crouching dragon near the water, just waiting for a leap to transform into a dragon.

He traveled all over the world and traveled thousands of miles; but his slightly white lips and slightly slow movements still revealed the thrill of the assassination the day before and the current weakness of his body.

Looking at the woman again, she was already stunning at first sight, but now that she looks closely, she feels even more angry at the injustice of the Creator.

It was a kind of indescribable beauty. Zhiying had seen many people wearing red skirts. They were either graceful or charming. However, compared with Mrs. Yantang, they seemed a little childish and gaudy.

Chao Qian and Mrs. Yantang stepped onto the first seat in the palace hand in hand. Chao Qian raised his left hand slightly and said, "No need to be polite, sir, please get up." His voice was weak, his breath was unstable, and his movements were lazy. He seemed to be seriously ill.

Zhiying frowned and stood behind Ji Li without saying a word.

The corners of Qian's mouth were closed, but Mrs. Yantang winked at him and patted her hand lightly on his arm, so he nodded slightly in response.

Then Mrs. Yantang looked at Ji Li again and said apologetically: "I have wronged Mr. Ji Li these past few days. I have sent Gao Tang to investigate the assassination matter. I would like to trouble Ji Lijun to stay in the demon world for a few days so that I can find out."

Assassin, give Ji Lijun an explanation."

Zhiying secretly raised his eyebrows and stayed in the Demon Realm for a few days. This meant that he no longer had to be confined to Lanyuan and could move around. It seemed that Mrs. Yantang was well aware of the assassin.

In front of her, Ji Li stood tall and tall, and said in a low voice: "Mrs. Yantang's words are serious. If the assassin cannot be found out in one day, I will feel uneasy, so I would rather obey your orders than be respectful and bother you any more."

"Ji Lijun is too polite. The demon world did not entertain you well. Tonight's banquet is to welcome Ji Lijun. Please take a seat." Mrs. Yantang raised her hand to indicate that she also helped Chao Qian sit down together.

Ji Li naturally didn't show any composure, so he walked around to the seat and sat down. Unfortunately, Zhiying and Xiao Jinwu came in as maids and guards, and now they could only stand behind him and watch.

Not long after, maids filed in and served dishes. At the same time, a gentle and melodious sound of pipa came from nowhere, and then a graceful woman with a graceful back slowly jumped into the hall outside the hall, wearing a sky blue gown.

Wearing a gauze dance skirt with open sleeves and a green belt tightly wrapped around the waist, the dance steps are graceful.

It seemed that her back was facing the audience, half of her face was turned over her right shoulder, she slightly raised her naked jade-white right foot and was about to step down. The hands behind her back seemed to be about to separate from the bottom to the sides, and her long sleeves were

He was about to float up, and then his jade arms shook slightly, and he threw his long sleeves out, creating a trail that looked like spring water.

Some of the people in the palace were dumbfounded, filling the pot with wine, and the fragrant wine overflowed, soaking their clothes along the table; or there were people with ambiguous eyes, leaning their chins, staring at the dancing girl.

There are people who stare intently at places they shouldn't be looking at; or there are people who are tapping their fingertips to the beat and reciting melodious songs; naturally, there are also people who simply admire the women's dancing postures.

The only people in this hall who are not impressed by the dance of women are probably the demon king Chao Qian and the little golden crow.

There was a soft light in Chao Qian's eyes, and he only looked at Mrs. Yantang sitting beside him, personally pouring wine and peeling grapes for her; while Xiao Jinwu closed his eyes in boredom, as if an old monk had fallen into trance.

Just when I saw the woman retracting her long sleeves, the sound of the pipa suddenly became louder, and the woman's dance steps also became tighter. The ornaments on her skirt swayed, and the skirt of her clothes floated up, as if riding on the wind, chasing the frightened bird.

The sound of the pipa stopped, and the emerald-colored long sleeves slowly fell to the ground, just like a play coming to an end, a tired bird returning to the forest, and the dust settling.

Everyone in the hall had been stunned for a long time, and they did not know that the song was over. The woman had already walked out of the hall, and her beautiful figure disappeared among the faint fragrance and sparse shadows.

Zhi Ying wanted to praise her, but her status was not suitable for her at the moment, so she shared it with Little Golden Crow and said through a message: "This woman dances wonderfully! One moment she is as light as a kingfisher, and the other moment she is as graceful as a swimmer.

The dragon, when it is low, is like a lotus breaking through the waves, its sleeves are flying like snow in the wind. After a dance, the dance posture is light and changeable, giving people surprises!"

After Xiao Jinwu finished "entering concentration", he glanced at the door of the palace and said, "I don't think so."

Zhiying glared at him and said: "Elmwood lump!"

There was a trace of teasing on Little Golden Crow's lips: "Perhaps you can dance with me someday and show me how to dance. Then you can compare and teach me what a good dance is."

Zhi Ying said: "Have you not seen Wang Shu's Jinghong, and haven't compared it yet?"

Little Golden Crow acted like a rogue: "I didn't take a closer look, but if you dance, I will definitely take a closer look!"

Weaver Ying turned his head: "I don't know how!"

Xiao Jinwu smiled and said: "Imitating a cat and a tiger, I have full confidence in you."

Zhiying said: "Haha! It's a pity that I don't have confidence in myself."

The two men were having a hearty quarrel in private, and there was a burst of wild and unrestrained laughter outside the hall. However, no one in the hall stopped. It must be that the person coming was someone of extraordinary status.

Zhiying and Xiao Jinwu stopped arguing and looked outside the palace door. When they saw the faces of the two people, Zhiying couldn't help but frown.

I saw two figures standing where Chao Qian and Mrs. Yantang had just entered, one in a scarlet robe and the other in a sky blue skirt. The one in the sky blue skirt had a graceful figure with smooth curves. She was the dancer who had performed an astonishing dance just now.

He had never seen her whole face while dancing just now, but now a lotus face was revealed, but Zhi Ying couldn't help but feel familiar, and when his eyes slid to another face, Zhi Ying recognized these two people - wasn't it in the demon world?

What you see at the gate is the man and woman lying on the chariot of the fire-riding unicorn!

The indistinguishable androgynous man held the dancer's slender waist like he was at the gate of the demon world. His crimson robe floated slowly, more like a hibiscus flower that had just emerged from the water, but it did not have the purity and elegance of a hibiscus.

Gao Jie, looks coquettish and frivolous.
Chapter completed!