Xi Luo finally said this for the princess. She had long seen that the dancer was unhappy. This slap really relieved her anger. It would be better if she could slap a few more slaps.
"This slap is a lesson to you. Remember, this is not a place for you to be arrogant and domineering. If there is another time, I will never let you off lightly!" Ye Fuxun said coldly.
The dancer was seen covering her red and swollen face, unable to speak. Ye Fuxun and Xi Luo turned around and left, leaving the dancer alone and sulking.
"Princess! You were so awesome just now! I admire you so much!" Nian Yun looked at Ye Fuxun with admiration.
"What's so admirable? My husband was almost given away by someone else." Ye Fuxun couldn't help but sigh, with some sarcasm in his words.
"Obviously it's that lowly servant who has no shame. Why is it your fault, Princess? The slap the slave gave her just now was enough to hurt her for a while."
When Xi Luo thought about the dancer's face that she had just slapped, it was completely swollen, and she didn't know how satisfying it was.
Ye Fuxun carefully recalled the scene just now, and it was true that the slap on the dancer's face was a bit serious, but it was okay, the dancer could probably calm down for a while.
Day and night, the dancer, with her red and swollen face wrapped around her face, sneaked out of the East Palace to find King Zhao Yang.
When the dancing girl came to the palace where King Zhao Yang lived, King Zhao Yang was a little surprised. At this time, the dancing girl sneaked out to see her. Could it be something big?
"Why are you covering your face?" King Zhao Yang couldn't help but wonder. Seeing the dancing girl covering her face, he couldn't tell whether it was her or not, so he was wary of her.
Seeing that King Zhao Yang was keeping a distance from her, the dancing girl had no choice but to take off the scarf on her face, revealing a red and swollen face in front of King Zhao Yang.
King Zhao Yang was obviously a little surprised, "Why have you turned into such a ghost!" The dancer herself is not bad, she even has some beauty, but now that she has become like this, how should the plan proceed?
"It's not that princess. The plan failed. The princess came to me to settle the score, so she gave me a slap." The dancing girl became angry thinking about it, and she gritted her teeth in anger.
King Zhao Yang secretly mocked, "How could such a good plan fail? It must be because of your incompetence. My siege plan will be delayed for a while because of you."
Wu Ji asked, a little angry, "How can you blame me? It's all because Ji Yannuo has such strong self-control. I gave him such a large dose of medicine, but I didn't expect that he could still stay awake. Go find him."
Ye Fuxun."
"Trash." Before the dancer could get close, King Zhao Yang kicked her in the stomach, and the dancer fell to the ground in a panic, "Because you are good at men, but now that you have failed, what else will I support you to do?"
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The dancer immediately put away her grievance and unwillingness and kowtowed hurriedly: "It's the slave's fault. Please give the slave another chance."
The dancing girl had no idea what King Zhao Yang was planning. After she returned to the East Palace, she hid in the West Wing and never went anywhere.
Her mind finally cleared up a bit, and she understood that Ji Yannuo was a man she could hardly get.
On the other side, the study.
"Xun'er." Ji Yannuo held Ye Fuxun in his arms and comforted him, "Last night was just an accident. I promise you, there will never be a next time."
Ye Fuxun stretched out his hand to pinch his ears and snorted: "Is there a next time?"
"No." Ji Yannuo quickly begged for mercy.
The two of them got into a fuss, giggling.
Ji Ruobai held a bunch of candied haws in his hand. He bit into the syrup and said, "Dad, mother."
A sharp shout made the two people who were about to kiss separate. Ji Yannuo looked at him: "What's the matter? Just tell me."
"What are you two doing? You are somewhat similar to the children playing on the street." Ji Ruobai stepped onto the threshold, ran straight into Ye Fulun's arms, and stuck out his tongue at Ji Yannuo, "Mother, I said That’s right.”
Ye Fuxun coughed lightly and rarely blushed. She pinched his cheek gently: "Okay, how dare you make fun of your mother and father."
"Hehe." Ji Ruobai happily ate the candied haws, then said depressedly, "Recently, Grandpa Huang always plays chess with King Zhao Yang and ignores Xiaobai."
Ye Fuxun and Ji Yannuo looked at each other, and even Ji Ruobai could tell that the emperor was too close to King Zhao Yang.
This is not a good sign.
After another five or six days, King Zhao Yang's injury was completely healed.
Royal Garden.
The aroma of tea overflows on the table, and the beautiful palace maid is holding a pot and pouring tea. The flowers on the side are blooming extremely luxuriantly, facing the rising sun.
"Your Majesty, this is the West Lake Longjing that just came out of the south of the Yangtze River, Pinpin." The emperor personally pushed the tea cup in front of King Zhao Yang.
King Zhao Yang raised his head and looked at him, then quickly lowered his head: "Thank you, brother."
"Is your wound healed?" The emperor asked him with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.
King Zhao Yang nodded: "It's no big deal to bother my brother to worry about you."
Just as he was trying to get some words out of the emperor's mouth, Ji Ruobai came leisurely towards the imperial garden with a few candied haws in his hand. He shouted from afar: "Grandpa Huang!"
The emperor immediately smiled when he heard this, and Ji Ruobai ran straight towards him and threw himself into his arms.
King Zhao Yang was dumbfounded. He had always known that in this palace, not only the prince was favored, but also the prince's son.
When I saw it today, it was indeed the case.
"According to your seniority, I should call you little grandpa." Ji Ruobai grinned at King Zhao Yang, showing his innocence and cuteness.
King Zhao Yang secretly thought in his heart that he was indeed Ji Yannuo's son. He emphasized his status as soon as he arrived. He smiled kindly and said: "You are the King of Chang'an. According to our seniority, we are equals."
"That's it." Ji Ruobai handed one of the extra candied haws in his hand to the emperor, and the other to him, "No, this is the candied haws that I buy specially here. It's so delicious."
King Zhao Yang hated eating sweet and sour food the most. If Ji Ruobai's face wasn't full of sincerity, he would have really thought that Ji Ruobai was teasing him!
"Why don't you eat?" Ji Ruobai pouted, "Do you not like Xiaobai?"
The emperor immediately coaxed him: "Why don't I like you? My little Bai is so cute and well-behaved."
King Zhao Yang hurriedly put the candied haws in his mouth and said something against his will: "It's delicious. King Chang'an is really filial."
When someone praised Ji Ruobai, the emperor's chatterbox opened up.
It wasn't until the sky fell that King Zhao Yang left the palace. He left the city overnight to go to his camp. His face was full of anger: "I am so angry that I was toyed with by a one or three-year-old child today. Come on, do your best." Get ready to attack the city tomorrow."
King Zhao Yang's confidants hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, please be patient. Your Majesty is a smart man. I bet he already knows what we are doing behind our backs."
"Impossible!" King Zhao Yang shook his head and denied it. "If he knew how he could be so peaceful, he should have dealt with it before we took action."
When their close friends heard about it, they also thought it made sense. When they looked at Ji Yannuo, they didn't think he was a tolerant person.