The bright moon dominated the world during the Qin Dynasty

The night is dark and the courtyard is deep.

Outside the guild hall, there were layers of guards from the Prince's Mansion and soldiers and horses from the city.

A carriage stopped in front of the guild hall, and Zhao Shuang stepped out. Facing him was the smiling face of Zuo Sima Liu Yi.

"Commander, please come here. The prince has been waiting for a long time."

When Zhao Shuang saw Prince An, he and several ministers were sitting in the center of the courtyard, across a pool of clear water, watching the performance on the stage.

"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Sir, please sit down!"

Prince An was very polite. On his left and right were his two favorite concubines, Hu Mei and Madam Mingzhu.

Next to Hu Meiren, her sister, the wife of Zuo Sima Liu Yi, sat.

When she looked at Zhao Shuang, she always looked a little uneasy.

Under the guidance of his attendants, Zhao Shuang sat down not far from Prince An.

The Mo family has always been outside the Korean political hall and can hardly be seen.

But now, with the help of Li Kai, the Mohist family has entered the Korean court. The most important thing is that the Mohist family has obtained the acquiescence of the Korean family.

This has to make Prince An pay attention!

Generally speaking, aristocratic clans resist the intrusion of external forces into their own sphere of influence and are very sensitive to these.

This is true for all the countries in the world, but the Mohist leader managed to get their recommendation by some unknown means. Not only did he successfully meet the King of Han, he also allowed a man who should have been dead to return to the court. superior.

However, for Prince An, the little Li Kai was not in his eyes, and winning over the leader of the Moh family was just a casual move.

From Prince An's point of view, his willingness to approach the commander in such a private setting was like sending a signal to the outside world.

Even Li Kai's arrival was under his control.

"I heard that no matter where you go, sir, you always wear a dragon gauze mask. Even when you met your father that day, it was the same. I don't know what's the reason?"

"I am originally from the mountains and wild areas. I have an ugly face. I am afraid to frighten all the nobles."

Prince An just asked casually, but Mrs. Mingzhu, who had been beside him, became interested and looked at Zhao Shuang with a pair of charming eyes.

"The Commander-in-Chief has been saying that he is ugly, but in my opinion, this is not the case."

"Those who have always had their faces covered are either tortured and tattooed and cannot see the light of day, or they are extremely handsome and may not be able to convince the public. According to my humble concubine, the commander-in-chief must be the latter, otherwise how could he be known as the 'Jade-Faced Flying Dragon' ?”

Mrs. Mingzhu's words made all the female relatives present snicker.

Prince An's expression changed and his voice became serious.

"Pearl, don't joke about it."

"I know my fault!"

Although Mrs. Mingzhu was apologizing, the teasing tone made Prince An feel itchy.

Prince An then chatted with Zhao Shuang for a few words, but nothing more happened.

The actor on the stage was getting better and better, but the man present was lacking in interest.

There is no other reason. The Wushan Meeting tells the love story between King Xiang of Chu and the goddess of Wushan. For the men present, it is really boring.

As an older man, who would like such a sentimental love story?

On the other hand, the concubines beside them were more fascinated than the other. Especially Mrs. Hu, tears fell down when she saw the emotional part.

"Your Highness, General Ji Wuye has an urgent military situation and wants to discuss it with you."

At this moment, the servant's voice sounded in Prince An's ears. He forced himself not to hit Haqie and propped up his somewhat sleepy body.

"In that case, sir, I will take my leave first. After I finish dealing with the matter, there will be a banquet in the house, and I will wait for you, sir."

"I would like to send you to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Prince An left here with several of his subordinates, leaving their wives behind to continue watching the play.

The actor's drama was gradually reaching its climax, but Zhao Shuang was so bored that he felt sleepy. He raised his hand, but a maid who happened to pass by had his drink knocked over him.

"This useless thing actually disturbed His Highness the Crown Prince's distinguished guests."

Madam Mingzhu scolded, and the maid knelt on the ground, kowtowing her head.

"It's not a big deal, madam, you don't have to be like this."

"Why don't you take your husband to change some clothes?"

"yes!"

Not long after the maid left with Zhao Shuang, Mrs. Mingzhu stood up and saluted everyone.

"I've been watching the show for a long time and I feel a little sleepy. I'll go down and take a nap while the sisters watch slowly."

"Farewell, Madam Mingzhu."

Seeing Mrs. Mingzhu go away, Mrs. Hu wanted to say something, but was held back by her sister.

Hu Meiren shook her head and signaled her not to make any move. Mrs. Hu was a little uneasy and turned her head, but her mind was no longer on the drama.

Zhao Shuang was brought into a room by the maid. He took off half of his clothes, but saw the sliding door slowly opened and a graceful figure walked in.

Under Madam Mingzhu's look, the maid withdrew.

Zhao Shuang looked at the scene in front of him and saw that Mrs. Mingzhu rushed over without saying anything.

The skin is as smooth as gelatin, and there is a fragrance all over the body. The woman in front of him was so charming that her whole body almost pressed against Zhao Shuang's body.

"What does Madam Mingzhu want?"

"The goddess has a heart, doesn't the commander understand?"

Madam Mingzhu's hand was about to remove Zhao Shuang's mask, but she saw him ducking slightly to avoid her entanglement.

"The goddess has a heart, but Prince Xiang has no dream. The meeting in Wushan is, after all, just a joke by a actor, but an empty dream."

Zhao Shuang turned around, put on his original cloth, and sat on the bed.

"Zhao Shuang!"

Mrs. Mingzhu said the name softly, wanting to see the reaction of the person in front of her, but the other person was not touched at all.

"Is Madam calling me?"

Madam Mingzhu wanted to test the details of the person in front of her, but the other person didn't reveal any clues and frowned.

But they saw Mrs. Mingzhu tearing open the fabric on the chest of her long blue dress, revealing a large scene.

The slender nails scratched a long, thin mark on the white and tender skin under the collarbone, but there was still a smile on his face.

"Ma'am, are you trying to frame me?"

Mrs. Mingzhu smiled like a hunter who has cornered her prey. Her face was full of pride, as if she was narrating her own script.

"When the chief commander of the Mo family was changing his clothes, he happened to meet the crown prince's concubine who was resting. He became interested and intended to humiliate him. As a result, the royal family was humiliated, the Moh family no longer had a place to live in Korea, and Li Kai, the Sima, could not succeed. Yes, even those aristocratic families will be affected to a greater or lesser extent. What do the leaders of the Moh family think of this drama about the concubine?"

"Clumsy!"

Zhao Shuang laughed loudly, as if he didn't care at all, his eyes were unscrupulous.

"I heard that Madam has just entered the Prince's house and is favored. Why is she so unfamiliar with things in the house?"

"If Madam wants this drama to be more realistic, then the blood stain on your chest should be lower down."

Further down?

Mrs. Mingzhu was stunned, glanced at the part Zhao Shuang pointed at, her face turned red, and she couldn't help but secretly spit.

Pooh!

Madam Mingzhu looked at the leader of the Mo family who was watching a play with his head propped up in front of her, and she felt a surge of anger in her heart.

"Jade-faced Feilong, just wait for me!"