Emperor Jue: Who is the world, who is the concubine

Chapter 113 The Banquet of Concubine Selection 6
"Oh, what's on your mind?" He smiled at me with hooked lips, but stopped talking.

Such a gaze made me feel like I had nowhere to hide, but my body stood up straighter, and my gaze was so calm that I couldn't see any waves.

He didn't say anything more, but turned to look at the brothers below, and said leisurely: "My brothers and sisters, if you have someone you like, you must tell me, otherwise I will mess up the mandarin ducks. Not good."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for their answer, he asked the girls below to start performing their talents.

The so-called talent, or singing, or dancing, or playing with plucked strings, or painting with brushes, women with different styles, talents with different styles.

Such a beautiful woman, with thin swallows and fat rings, is charming and charming. No wonder emperors have accepted concubines and concubines since ancient times, enjoying the blessings of all people.

And what about them?

Want power?Or the love of a king?

My eyes scanned the women below, and finally stopped on a woman in a red dance dress, because at this moment, she was looking at me contemptuously with the eyes of a victor.

She danced to the song "Qing Guo" just now, which was indeed enchanting enough, and also won Di Shijue's admiration.

If I remember correctly, she should be a woman from the Ming family.

The women of the Su family used to be radiant, bearing the attention of everyone, but also bearing the resentment of many people.

And she must be one of them.

She is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Su Wanwan's face. It is a kind of coquettishness, a coquettishness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

This kind of temperament matches Di Shijue very well, one seduces the mind and the other seduces the soul.

I met her gaze calmly, but a bad premonition suddenly rose in my heart, as if the woman in front of me was something I couldn't avoid.

Di Shijue said that he wanted me to help him choose a concubine, but I don't believe he would really listen to me.

Who will be chosen as the concubine, and who will be betrothed to whom, he has already calculated.

So the real purpose of his wanting me to attend this banquet is to push me into the light, to make me the object of others' suspicion.

His indifferent and ambiguous attitude is really a poison to me, but I don't know whether this poison is a poison that kills people all at once, or a chronic poison that slowly tortures people?

(End of this chapter)