Ailang sat down next to Zhuge Ruoxue and naturally held one of her slender hands. Zhuge Ruoxue glared at Ailang with anger, but did not mean to pull back his palm. Zhuge Mengxue saw the expressions and behaviors of the two, and secretly laughed, and sat down on the other side of Ailang. He said, "My husband must have just finished the banquet with the Queen Zhurong. Come here at this time, I must discuss the affairs of the Southern Central Committee with our sisters?"

Ailang nodded and praised, "Mengxue is really smart, you can guess it!" Zhuge Ruoxue snorted dissatisfiedly. Ailang turned his head and laughed, "Ruoxue is naturally very intelligent!" Zhuge Ruoxue couldn't help but smile and said unhappily: "No need to take me with me! I am a little stupider than my sister!" Ailang held Zhuge Ruoxue's palm tightly, and countless words were silent. Zhuge Ruoxue's heart suddenly blew, and his originally angry expression immediately became gentle, and he looked at Ailang.

Ailang frowned slightly and said, "Gongjin has formulated the Nanzhong Strategy for a short time. There should be no omissions, but I always feel something in my mind."

Zhuge Ruoxue immediately asked, "I wonder what Zhou Yu's strategy is?" Ai Lang stroked Zhuge Ruoxue's slender hands while explaining Zhou Yu's strategy in detail. The two women showed a thoughtful look. Zhuge Ruoxue frowned slightly and said, "Zhou Yu's strategy is still very delicate, and there seems to be no problem?" As he said that, he looked up at his sister. Zhuge Mengxue thought, "There is no problem with Zhou Yu's strategy itself, but I think he might have considered it less." Ai Lang heard Zhuge Mengxue say this and quickly asked, "What is it?"

Zhuge Ruoxue said her thoughts. Ailang and Zhuge Ruoxue suddenly realized. Ailang frowned and nodded, "That's it! I actually forgot about this situation! It's really damn!" Then he discussed with the two women for a long time before he hurried away.

The two sisters sent Ai Lang away and returned to the upper floor. Zhuge Mengxue saw Zhuge Ruoxue looking at his palm with a melancholy and resentful look on his face. He couldn't help but smile and joked: "Look at your appearance, I'll hold this palm tonight to have a beautiful dream!" Zhuge Ruoxue was embarrassed and said with a blushing face, "Sister!..." Zhuge Mengxue smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'm blaming my husband for not staying!" Zhuge Ruoxue couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran up and hugged Mengxue. The two sisters started to fight.

Ailang summoned his advisers to discuss the matter in Nanzhong, and it didn't last until very late. Ailang left the study and returned to the backyard. While thinking about Nanzhong, he walked towards his yard.

Unconsciously, he returned to his yard outside his yard. He calmed down and murmured with a smile: "I've made a decision, I'm thinking nothing more!" He walked into the arch. A little light was lit in the wooden building in front, and the lights were flashing on both sides of the cobblestone path leading from the arch to the wooden building. Although others have not come back yet, the maids responsible for taking care of the yard will light up the lights in the room and in the yard on time, so as not to be quite dark when he comes back.

Ailang walked straight to the wooden building along the pebbly path. When he walked to the door, he suddenly felt more comfortable taking a shower and sleeping, so he was about to go to the bathroom next to the wooden building. Seeing a maid standing not far away, the bathroom shouted: "Go and bring me clothes and I want to take a shower." The maid Ying Nuo and quickly entered the wooden building with broken steps.

Ailang walked towards the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, the lights had already been lit. Ailang took off his clothes and turned the screen and saw a pool of clear water in front of him steaming. The hot water was not burned but a hot spring that attracted the underground, and it was a luxury item that this mansion had. Every time Ailang took a bath here, he always lamented the comfort of his father-in-law's life back then.

Ailang walked into the hot water, closed his eyes against the pool wall, and let out a long sigh of comfort. Unconsciously, fatigue surged up, and he became half asleep and half awake.

At this moment, Ailang felt that someone had entered the bath. Ailang smiled slightly, knew what was going on, and smiled with his eyes closed, "Is it a cicada?" When Ailang wanted to come, there would be no one else who would come over to attack Diao Chan, who was charming and charming in her bath. Even if other women thought about it, they would not dare to really put it into practice.

Ailang heard the sound of someone paddling over, and at the same time, his body felt the water flow coming. Then Ailang felt a pair of tender gushes around his neck and his slippery body squeezed into his arms! Ailang couldn't help but swayed his heart, hugged the other person's waist, twisted his waist and pressed her on the wall of the pool. When he looked closely, a delicate face that looked like a lotus in the water suddenly came into his eyes! However, Ailang was shocked. At this time, the woman shouted softly: "Prime Minister!"

Ailang couldn't help but shout, "You, how could you...?" Mrs. Huan said softly, "I haven't seen the Prime Minister for a few days. Today I'm here to serve the Prime Minister!" As he said that, he took the initiative to present his red lips. Ailang was in a hurry and didn't know what to do for a moment. Suddenly, he felt that the other party's red lips were printed on him, and Ailang's heart was swaying, and almost couldn't control himself! Ailang subconsciously tapped Mrs. Huan's neck gently. Mrs. Huan fainted in Ailang's arms.

Ailang breathed a sigh of relief. However, as soon as his eyes fell on Mrs. Huan's body, a heat surged up all over his body.

Ailang had no way to take a bath. He walked out of the bath with Mrs. Huan in his arms. He tried not to look at her body, and put her on the bamboo couch beside the bath. He quickly walked out of the screen, wiped her body randomly, put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing two maids standing not far away, he immediately shouted, "Come here." Hearing this, the two maids rushed to Ailang and bowed and said, "What are the instructions of the King of Qin?" Ailang pointed to the bathroom behind him and said, "That, Mrs. Huan is in the bathroom. You go in and help her dry her body, then serve her to put on her dress and take her back." The two maids Yingnuo and quickly walked into the bath.

Ailang felt a little headache and couldn't help but knock it with his hand. He walked towards Mulou. When he arrived in front of Mulou, he suddenly felt a worried feeling in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and went outside. While walking, he said to a maid standing by the pebbly road: "I'll go to Diao Chan to sleep." The maid replied.

The next morning, Ailang got up early to listen to the reports of his subordinates' civil and military officials. Diao Chan and Zhen Mi were still immersed in their beautiful dreams. It turned out that last night, Diao Chan and Zhen Mi did the final coordination work on the Spring Festival dance. Ailang, who was so angry, killed her two kills her!

Time passed quickly, and soon the Spring Festival was coming. The entire Xu Great Wall was very lively, with happy people everywhere, and various street performances turned the entire Xuchang City into a sea of ​​joy! In the Qin Palace, Ai Lang drank and had fun with the civil and military people in the front hall, and everyone was talking nonsense. At this time, there were only friends, no lords or ministers. At this moment, in the backyard of the palace, there was a world of civil and military officials and women. The singing and dancing of the orioles were dazzling and amazing, especially the singing and dancing performed by Diao Chan and Zhen Mi, which was really beautiful and graceful, fascinating everyone present!

Qionghua couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, and then couldn't help but exclaim: "These wives of the King of Qin are not only as beautiful as immortals, but also all of them are good at singing and dancing! I'm afraid that all the good women in the world have been occupied by him alone!" Zhu Rong snorted, and a jealous expression appeared in her eyes. Her mentality at this moment was different from Qionghua. She already regarded herself as Ailang's wife. Ailang's other wives were so outstanding, how could she not make her jealous and arouse some sense of crisis!

Zhu Rong suddenly stood up. Qionghua was startled when she saw this and stared at her wide eyes, not knowing what she was going to do. The other women also looked at her.

Zhurong walked to the venue and gave a breast pressing ceremony to Yan, who was sitting in the main seat, and said, "Today's Spring Festival, I also want to show off some skills so that everyone can enjoy it!" Yan had heard Ai Lang talk about Zhurong long ago, so he felt different from others. He treated her as his sister, just like Diao Chan and the others. Seeing that she wanted to perform her skills, she smiled and said, "Since my sister has such a heart, she is really good, no matter how good she is! But I wonder what skills does her sister want to perform?"

Zhu Rong said: "We have a witch dance to sacrifice to the gods in the south! Let's offer you all sisters here!" Everyone was very interested. When Qionghua saw that Zhu Rong was going to perform witch dance on this occasion, she felt unbelievable and widened her eyes. It turned out that this witch dance was not an ordinary dance and that ordinary people would never see. The so-called witch dance to sacrifice to the gods, as the name suggests, is a dance dedicated to the gods. In Nanzhong, only when the sacred ceremony of the gods was the most sacred, the previous witch dance of Zhurong tribe danced on the sacred mountain by the lake to offer to the gods! Because of this, this witch dance to sacrifice to the gods is very sacred and should not be appreciated by mortals.

Zhu Rong took off the scimitar on her waist, handed it to Qionghua, and then returned to the center of the venue to dance. It was very different from the dance style of the Central Plains, and it felt like a wild and charming feeling. At first, everyone didn't care, but as they looked, they couldn't help but show a look of amazement, because everyone gradually integrated into the artistic conception of her dance. They only felt that her dance was not artificial at all, and expressed the woman's gentle style to the fullest. No wonder, although the singing and dancing in the South China cannot be compared with the singing and dancing in the Central Plains, this witch dance sacrifice is an exception. After hundreds of years of continuous improvement of the queen, it has combined the singing and dancing skills from the Central Plains. It is very ornamental and has its own characteristics, and it has a profound meaning, making people immersed in it. In the end, it seemed that Diao Chan and her other songs and dances were compared by her.
Chapter completed!