In the lively and fragrant hall, which is full of melodious sounds, more than a dozen women sing and dance to their heart's content, with charming eyes and rippling eyes. They twist their slender waists vigorously and try their best to please the men in the hall.
Duan Yunyan picked up the wine glass and drank one glass after another. His elegant and elegant face was already covered in a sinister look, and there was a stubble that had just sprouted on his green chin.
"Prince~" Next to him, a beautiful woman with revealing clothes and voluptuous figure wrapped around him like a water snake, took the wine glass in his hand, put it seductively between her red lips, took a sip, then leaned over and took another
Cover his cold lips and pass the wine in your mouth to him.
Duan Yunyan raised his eyebrows, happily accepted her service, and admired her charming appearance.
The woman left his lips, smiled seductively, put her plump breasts up to his ear, and breathed out ambiguous hot breath. Her dexterous hands roamed up his chest, and finally, slid down little by little,
Slide down again...
Suddenly, Duan Yunyan's expression changed, he stood up suddenly, kicked her away, and yelled, "Get out!"
The woman's eyes widened in horror, not knowing what she had done wrong.
"Haha," a sinister laugh came from the main seat, and a man wearing a half-ghost face, long hair spread out, and a black robe waved his hand, "Everyone, go down."
"Yes, Ghost King."
All the women in the main hall retreated, leaving only Shura, Duan Yunyan and the four guardians.
"Prince, why are you angry over an ignorant bitch?" Shura played with the cup in his hand and swayed the liquid inside, "However, as a man, it is indeed a pity that he cannot enjoy the warm and fragrant nephrite.
"
Duan Yunyan's face became increasingly ugly, and he raised his cold eyes, "King of Ghosts, I didn't come here just to hear your ridicule."
Shura smiled and raised the corner of his mouth, "Haha, Prince, for a woman, you offended Duan Xiaoqi and Duan Yichen, and now there is another Pavilion Master of Jun Wuge. Tell me, besides me, a hundred ghosts,
How can the door accommodate you?"
Duan Yunyan paused, his face turning from ugly to embarrassed. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the resentment in his chest, and sat down silently.
"That's right." Shura smiled again, "It's important for people to have self-awareness. You should say what you say according to your status. Don't overestimate yourself."
Duan Yunyan's face turned red and white for a while, but he still lowered his head, "The Ghost King has taught you a lesson."
"Prince, I thought that you should be filled with hatred now and only want revenge. But I didn't expect that you would rather stay here with me and face a woman who can only look at and cannot touch her body than face you.
Those brothers."
The irritating and provocative meaning in Shura's words was obvious. Duan Yunyan raised his head and said bitterly, "Who said I don't want to? This world should be mine, and the throne should belong to me! But, even if I am not willing to give in, what can I do?
Like? In terms of military power, I don’t have as much power as my fourth brother, in terms of influence in the court, I don’t have as much influence as my sixth brother, and in terms of strength, I’m not as good as Duan Zifei! Except for the false reputation of a county king, I have nothing!”
Shura waited with a smile until he had vented his anger before he said casually, "As long as the blood of the royal family still flows in your body, you have a bargaining chip."
Duan Yunyan frowned, "How do you say this?"
Shura didn't answer but asked, "What is your father who loves the country more than anything else, what is he most worried about?"
"Needless to say, of course he is afraid that someone will covet his throne. Even if it is his biological son, he is always on guard."
"So, which one is he more worried about, Duan Xiaoqi, who has a lot of troops, Duan Yichen, who has the support of the ministers of the DPRK and China, and Duan Zifei, who is constantly expanding his power outside?"
"He's worried about everything."
"Yes," Shura smiled resolutely, "His greed for the throne has reached an obsessive level. These three sons have all become a thorn in his flesh. However, he cannot blatantly remove them all, he can only endure it.
So," he suddenly put away his smile and said coldly, "at this time, a puppet successor is needed!"
Duan Yunyan frowned tightly, thinking over his words again and again, and finally nodded involuntarily, "Yes, my father needs a shield. Only in this way can he have an excuse to deal with all those who covet his power!"
"Haha," Shura laughed again, "Prince, I think you should know what to do."
Duan Yunyan stood up with a leap, his eyes filled with desire, "Thank you, Ghost King, for the heads up, I'll go back to the palace right now!"
Although Shura was smiling, his eyes were so cold that it made people feel horrified, "Prince, just don't forget your promise to me."
"How could it be? The Ghost King has shown me the favor of rebirth. I will keep my promise. After I get the throne, I will invite the Hundred Ghost Sect back to the Qinglan Dynasty, make it the state religion, and unify the world again!" Duan Yunyan said with all his heart, but there was only one true element in it.
He knows it himself.
"That's good." Shura turned his head and looked at the four guardians, "Xi, it's up to you to follow the prince to protect his safety."
Xiao accepted the order respectfully, "Yes, Ghost King."
After Duan Yunyan and Xiao left, Xiao couldn't help but ask, "King of Ghosts, is Duan Yunyan worthy of your trust?"
Shura put one hand on the armrest to support his head and smiled softly, "He is worth using."
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Sixth Prince's Mansion. For several days, Duan Yichen locked himself in his room and refused to step out of the room. Zhang Yu and Uncle Liu saw this and were anxious in their hearts. After thinking about it, they decided to invite Guan Li.
I want her to persuade the prince.
Guan Li knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in, "Your Majesty,"
Duan Yichen stood with his back to her, standing in front of a wall, head held high, staring at something.
When Guan Li came closer, he realized that there was a painting on the wall of a pretty and lovely woman with a bright smile. When she smiled, she had a pair of shallow pear dimples on her mouth, which was particularly endearing...
Duan Yichen stood in front of her, looking at her with soft and loving eyes.
His heart seemed to have been pierced again, but he had long forgotten the pain. Guan Li stepped forward, stretched out his body, and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
As if he had just realized that there was an extra person in the room, Duan Yichen turned his head and slowly focused his vision.
"My lord, my father just sent someone to say that yesterday, the prince quietly entered the palace and had a secret conversation with the emperor for nearly two hours! My lord, you should have guessed the prince's purpose. The situation is critical now, how can the prince do this?
I’m so depressed because of a woman!”
Duan Yichen's charming fair face revealed a hint of sneer, "Your father is very concerned about every move in the palace."
Guan Li was startled and said quickly, "My father only cares about the prince."