Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 439 You Will Not Get Pregnant
Fan Qingtian allowed Murong Xian to dance for fun, and the eyes of all the soldiers present fell on Murong Xian, their faces were full of joy and anticipation.

They all know that Murong Xian is the number one beauty in the Mu Kingdom, and that they are proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is worthwhile for them to die if they can watch Murong Wu's last song.

At that moment, Buhai didn't know where to get a piano, and gave it to the female officer who recommended herself to play.

At this moment, Murong Xian also stood up from his seat, walked to the empty seat in the middle, and saluted Fan Qingtian.

"Sister Murong is ready." The female officer Mu Ting looked at Murong Xian and asked with a smile.

"Sister Lao Mu is playing music for me, I'm ready." Murong Xian smiled softly, with a smile that captivated the hearts of the soldiers, and the soldiers couldn't help being fascinated by Murong Xian's smile.

Hearing Murong Xian's answer, Mu Ting plucked the strings immediately, and the gentle music sounded like a small bridge and flowing water slowly.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Murong Xian also began to dance her graceful figure.

The gentle posture is like a butterfly flying, waving and closing hands, twisting limbs, raising legs, every movement is amazing and admirable.

And the soldiers watching Murong Xian's dance were silent, watching Murong Xian's dancing posture quietly, with a look of love in their eyes.

Sitting next to Fan Qingtian with his head propped on one hand, Li Mie sipped his wine lightly. Even though Murong Xian's dancing posture was beautiful, Li Mie never imprinted Murong Xian's figure in his eyes.

But Fan Qingtian's thoughts were not on Murong Xian, nor did he watch Murong Xian dance carefully, his eyes sank slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

With tender eyes on Fan Qingtian, Du Xiangxiu picked up the wine glass in front of her and kept adding wine to herself, drinking the wine continuously, as if she wanted to numb her strange emotions towards Fan Qingtian with alcohol.

Why, why did I feel inexplicably angry when I saw Fan Qingtian being with other people and treating them so well.

He kept asking himself this question in his heart, but Du Xiangxiu's mind became more and more confused and blank.

I don't know, I don't know, he just didn't know why he cared more and more about Fan Qingtian, and tried to find a reason to convince himself, but Du Xiangxiu couldn't find any reason.

Even the reason why Du Xiangxiu simply thought that he just wanted to see Fan Qingtian climb to the top, and see the glory and growth of the Mu Kingdom became very far-fetched.

Sitting next to Du Xiangxiu, Jiang Zhi's eyes fell on Du Xiangxiu, who had been drinking heavily, and his brows were slightly frowned. He knew that Du Xiangxiu had never been a person who suffered from alcoholism. This was Jiang Zhi's first time watching Du Xiangxiu. This one drink after another keeps pouring wine.

Although Du Xiangxiu doesn't look much different from usual these days, but if you observe carefully, you can find that Du Xiangxiu often loses his mind.

Following Du Xiangxiu's gaze, he looked at the high seat, drinking with the soldiers boldly, not at all like Fan Qingtian's style, his eyes were shining slightly.

Recalling that Ying Chenxi asked Du Xiangxiu about Fan Qingtian today, Du Xiangxiu became more absent-minded, and now she stared at Fan Qingtian from time to time.

His pupils dimmed suddenly, and his eyes fell on Du Xiangxiu again, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but thumped in his heart, a thought that shouldn't have arisen spontaneously, could Xiangxiu be in a bad mood because of the king?
Although he guessed like this in his heart, Jiang Zhi immediately denied it, how could Du Xiangxiu lose his soul because of Fan Qingtian.

You know, the pain that Fan Qingtian poured on Du Xiangxiu, that hatred may not be able to be eliminated in eight lifetimes, how could Du Xiangxiu become like this for Fan Qingtian.

Although he didn't know the reason, Jiang Zhi couldn't drink like this just watching Du Xiangxiu, and Du Xiangxiu was not a very drinkable person either.

When Du Xiangxiu's glass of wine was brought to his lips again, Jiang Zhi immediately snatched the wine glass from Du Xiangxiu's hand, with a solemn face, and whispered to Du Xiangxiu, "Xiang Xiu, stop drinking, You'll be drunk."

The wine glass in his hand was robbed, and Du Xiangxiu remained in the posture of holding the wine in a daze for a while, as if he had lost his mind, but soon Du Xiangxiu came back to his senses.

With a gentle smile on his face, Du Xiangxiu looked at Jiang Zhi with a light smile and said, "I'm fine, I won't get drunk, I have my own measure." The soft voice was indescribably sentimental.

Frowning fiercely, Jiang Zhi said disapprovingly, "Xiangxiu, you have lost your sense of proportion now."

With half-raised hands, fingers slightly closed, Du Xiangxiu put his hands on the table a little stiffly, remained silent, and did not answer Jiang Zhi's words.

Seeing Du Xiangxiu like this, Jiang Zhi sighed helplessly in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiangxiu, what happened to make you absent-minded recently."

Hearing Jiang Zhi's slightly concerned question, Du Xiangxiu responded with a smile at this moment, "It's all right."

Stretching out his hand, Du Xiangxiu brought Yan Tangling's wine glass from the side, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

With something stuffed in his mouth, looking up, Yan Tangling saw that his cup had been snatched by Du Xiangxiu, and said with a confused and shy expression, "Brother Xiangxiu, I drank this wine..."

Then Yan Tangling laughed again, and continued inarticulately, "But it doesn't matter, we are all men, and you won't get pregnant if you drink the wine with my saliva."

"Ahem, ahem..." Jiang Zhi, who heard Yan Tangling's words, choked on his own saliva.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, Du Xiangxiu glanced at the empty wine glass, slowly put the wine glass back in front of Yan Tangling's table, stretched out her hand to snatch the glass back from Jiang Zhi's hand, pursed her beautiful lips, language.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you." Yan Tangling anxiously patted Jiang Zhi's back as he swallowed the food in his mouth with great concern.

After coughing for a long time, Jiang Zhi's condition improved slightly. He waved his hand and said speechlessly, "No, it's fine."

"Oh, are you really all right?" Yan Tangling asked with concern.

Picking up the wine glass in front of him, Jiang Zhi poured two glasses of wine and nodded. He was really defeated by Yan Tangling's cuteness and foolishness.

Ying Chenxi, who was sitting opposite Jiang Zhi, flicked her fingertips, her eyes were indifferent, but she paid attention to everyone's every move.

And Zuo Zhujin sat around a group of soldiers, drinking with them.

Standing on Fan Qingtian's shoulders while Daiqi dozed off, such a scene was really boring, and he had no interest in participating.

The dancing figure is alluring, with seductive eyes. While dancing, Murong Xian's gaze fell on Fan Qingtian's body, but he didn't get any response from Fan Qingtian.

(End of this chapter)