It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 587: The Emperor’s Heart is Hard to Guess

Liu Cong was in a good mood and even very excited.

He walked back to the Pingyang Palace from the villa by himself without any guards.

Although the journey was not far, Liu Yao immediately asked his guards to follow him.

Because of the tiger attack in Pingyang City, the people did not dare to go out, and they did not know what happened in the courtyard. They just leaned on the door and watched the people coming and going, the guards and soldiers in armor running around in the street, not even daring to breathe.

Liu Yao followed behind Liu Cong in silence. He still held the tiger skin, not letting it get stained with blood.

Liu Cong suddenly turned around and asked him, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

He used "I" instead of "I", and Liu Yao felt a little relieved.

"Whatever the emperor wants to do, I will do my best to help him, no need to ask."

Liu Cong couldn't help laughing when he heard Liu Yao's rather flattering answer.

"Back then, my father said that you are a sincere person. Once you decide on something or someone, you will stick to it to the end. Now that I think about it, he was absolutely right."

"Yes, father knows me." Liu Yao also nodded.

"Tell me, did our father ever think of giving me the throne?" Liu Cong suddenly asked again.

This was a very difficult question to answer. Liu Yao didn't even dare to continue following Liu Cong's steps. He stopped and bent his waist.

Liu Cong walked out, then turned back, pulled the front of his armor and said, "Alright, you and I are brothers, we are just chatting casually, why are you bowing? Go back to the palace quickly."

"Yes." Liu Yao felt that this posture was also very awkward, and he was holding the tiger skin in his hand and lying between the two of them. "Your Majesty, please let go. This tiger skin belongs to Bian Heng. Don't let him get it dirty."

"Hey, didn't you give it to the third sister? Now it belongs to the third sister, not Bian Heng." Liu Cong finally said Yang Xianrong's name, and squinted at him, continuing to induce him to ask questions, "Don't you want to ask who came up with the idea for this big show?"

The answer was obvious, and Liu Yao pursed his lips tightly.

Liu Cong finally laughed again and let go of Liu Yao. "Let's go, just go ask her yourself. This woman is so scary, I'm scared to death."

The two men walked into the Pingyang Palace one after the other. It was extremely quiet here. The guards were on duty as usual with indifferent expressions.

Liu Yao watched Liu Cong enter the palace gate, then quickly asked his guards to wait outside the palace, and he took off his sword and armor. This is also the basic etiquette for entering the palace, at least it shows that he is not threatening. Liu Yao is very careful about this point. After all, the brothers killed each other for the throne, and another one died. As a "follower", he should behave more respectfully.

However, when he put down the tiger skin, his heart still trembled. Thinking of Liu Cong's behavior, it was really no different from a madman. What will happen later? Will he still have this brother?

After packing up, he entered the palace and went directly to Liu Cong's hall. Unexpectedly, there was already a banquet in the hall, and many harem girls were playing the piano, singing and dancing, which was very lively.

Liu Cong sat there holding a wine glass, and Yang Xianrong sat next to him. This time, Yang Xianrong was wearing a new dress and looked peaceful. However, the small table in front of her was piled with countless gold and silver jewels, which were sparkling and a bit shocking.

Liu Cong looked at the dancing woman and said with a smile, "Your dance is too perfunctory. I heard that a woman once performed a stunning dance that was unprecedented and unparalleled. Everyone was obsessed with it."

The woman stopped her spinning dance and knelt in front of Liu Cong. She looked embarrassed and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty suddenly wants to see a dance, so I will naturally try my best to dance. But I don't know how to dance so much, and there are no good musicians in our palace, so I can't dance with that charm."

"You don't know that General Liu is good at playing the Shakuhachi. At the Dahan Banquet of Dajin that year, the stunning dance performed by the Queen of Dajin was accompanied by our general." Liu Cong laughed strangely again.

"How could I have the pleasure of seeing such a thing?" The woman said even more coyly, "My level is only this good... Isn't the Queen of the Great Jin sitting here? How about asking her to dance for you?"

"Your Majesty." Before Liu Cong could say anything, Liu Yao had already called out in a low voice, "This is all a thing of the past. There is no need to mention it again."

"Oh, General, are you embarrassed? I have never seen such a scene before. I really want to see it." Liu Cong looked at Liu Yao, "Speaking of which, it has been ten years since this happened. Back then, you insisted on going on a trip, leaving me alone to practice martial arts and study in front of the emperor. It was really exhausting."

Liu Yao didn't know what Liu Cong meant, so he had to lower his head again.

The dancing beauty laughed and said, "So there was such a thing in the past. I really didn't know about it. I just heard a little about it."

"So, General, do you want to..." Liu Cong asked.

"No." Liu Yao looked at Yang Xianrong, but Yang Xianrong's eyes were still on the pile of jewels, and she didn't seem to be listening to what they were saying carefully.

"Do you think there are too many people here?" Liu Cong looked around the hall and saw that there were indeed more women.

"That's not what I meant." Liu Yao turned back and looked at Liu Cong, "Your Majesty, please don't be like this."

"Then beg me." Liu Cong leaned forward and looked at Liu Yao, "If you beg me, I will agree to your request."

What's going on?
Liu Yao now felt more and more that he did not understand Liu Cong. He hesitated and was speechless.

"You just don't like the crowds here." Liu Cong sighed, stood up, picked up the long knife beside him, and suddenly stabbed forward, piercing the dancing woman who was just laughing. The woman didn't react, and watched the long knife enter her body, "Your Majesty...what happened?"

"You talk too much." Liu Cong quickly pulled out the long knife again, and blood spurted out. The women in the hall were so scared that they screamed and hid everywhere. The scene was as chaotic as it could be.

But Yang Xianrong sat there without moving. Even Liu Yao stood up and took seven or eight steps back.

She glanced at the woman's body still twitching, and the other panicked women had already run to the door of the hall. If the door had not been closed, they would have run out. She turned back to look at Liu Cong, paused for a moment, and then said: "The emperor wants to see it, so I will dance for a while."

"Third sister is straightforward, a heroine, and not dragging her feet..." Liu Cong kept praising her.

Yang Xianrong also laughed and said softly, "Then the emperor should also agree to one thing for me."