Shi Bi looked intoxicated: "If you can die under the princess's knife, this king will die without regrets." ”

"Hehe, how can people be willing to give it?"

The fragrant wind drifted away, Shi Bi opened his eyes, Zhang had returned to the center of the banquet hall, dancing, charming and affectionate, between gestures, everyone looked at her and felt that she was secretly conveying her affection to herself, she had turned into a little goblin who knew how to please men at this time, half-concealed and half-hidden, wanting to refuse and welcome, her eyes were bold and hot, but her expression was shy.

Zhen Ming watched her tease and provoke everyone again, although she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy, and secretly screamed that it was a little too much, her indiscriminate teasing and seduction, even he almost forgot that she was completing the task he gave her.

The look on Feng Lun's face gradually turned into amazement and appreciation, looking at the obsessive and intoxicated expressions on the faces of those khans, he suddenly had a feeling that this woman had the magic power to captivate the city and the country.

The rise and fall of many dynasties in history have been caused by such women.

When he saw the jealous gaze of Zhen Mingku beside him, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he had a trace of doubt.

He had already sensed that there was a wonderful aura between this secret guard general and Princess Xinyi.

Fortunately, Zhang picked up the cloak on the ground in time, draped it on his body, and returned to the seat next to Zhen Mingku, and the khans present were all unable to take their eyes off her for a long time.

Especially as a fiancé, Shi Bi has long been fascinated, and there is no one else in her eyes except Zhang, and that look almost swallows her whole person into her stomach.

Zhang panted slightly, glanced back at Zhen Mingku, as if to say, "Are you satisfied this time?" ”

Zhen Mingku's lips moved, silently conveying his dissatisfaction: "Who let you touch him!" ”

The Zhang family covered their mouths and smiled, which made many khans more and more itchy, and they raised their glasses to each other, and the atmosphere was warm, and for a while, even Zhen Mingku, the old man who had offended them, became less eye-catching, if it weren't for his proposal, they might not have had the opportunity to feast their eyes and get a glimpse of such a fairy dance.

At this moment, a young man sitting next to Shibi Khan stood up, walked up to Zhang's side, and toasted her.

From Zhang's dancing to her return to her seat after dancing, this person's eyes never left Zhang's body for half a moment, and now he finally couldn't resist the urge to come over and get close to Zhang's and came to talk to her.

"The princess dances...... I...... Ashinash Bowl ...... Loved ......"

Maybe it's because he rarely speaks, his Chinese is not very smooth, but the meaning is understood by everyone present, and many khans all laughed, and looked at Shi Bi in the main seat, Shi Bi stared at this young man who expressed his love to the Zhang family in front of so many tribal khans, and his brows furrowed deeply.

This young man's appearance is somewhat similar to Shi Bi, but he is much stronger than Shi Bilai, a pair of eyes are small, but they are as bright as an eagle, his age does not look very big, but his height is more than 1.9 meters, and Zhang's body of 1.6 meters is in front of him, which looks so petite.

"Who is this?"

Zhen Mingku stood up and asked the other party's identity with a smile.

The young man turned around and chattered to him, and the interpreter explained that he was the son of Shibi, who was only eighteen years old this year, and that after Shibi's death, he would be the next Khan.

If Zhang really marries Shibi, then this bowl is very likely to be her next husband.

According to the Turkic custom, after the death of the father, the father's wife can be inherited by the son, that is, the son can marry the father's woman.

Don't look at him as only eighteen years old, but he is already the husband of four Turkic women and ten Han women, and he already has four sons and two daughters under his knees.

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, smiled extraordinarily brightly, and hurriedly invited this little khan into his seat, sat at the same table with Zhang, put his arm around his shoulders, and toasted him enthusiastically.

This little khan can't wait to be close to the Zhang family, and he can't help but have a good impression of Zhen Mingku, and he frequently toasts with him, but his eyes are dripping and rolling on Zhang's body.

Zhang didn't care about this little khan at all, and from time to time peeked at Zhen Mingku, who was holding the little khan's shoulders and pretending to be affectionate, Zhen Mingku's smile was very bright, with her understanding of him, the more this villain smiled, the more people suffered.

While absentmindedly socializing with the young little khan without saying a word, she was anxiously wondering if Zhen Mingku would really sell her, judging from today's events, this man didn't seem to mind her seducing other men at all, maybe he would really send her into the arms of other men without even blinking an eye.

She remembered that he once teased her for "being sold as a pig and still counting the money for others", maybe she was counting the money for this villain at this time.

She was so preoccupied with her own mind that she didn't even realize that the little khan would take the opportunity to clink glasses with her from time to time and steal her little hand.

……

After the feast was dispersed.

Feng Lun and Zhen Mingku accompanied Princess Xinyi out of Shibi Khan's tent and went back, and more than a dozen tribal khans were all drunk, and with the help of the guards, they each returned to the camp, leaving only Shibi and his son Bo Bi, who had a bad face.

"Be aware of who you are." Shibi looked at his son coldly.

Bo Bi lowered his head, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but he never dared to contradict half a sentence.

"Let me see you touch my fiancée again, I'll kill you first, step back, don't forget that she is your mother now, and when I die, she is yours!"

When he heard this, he turned and exited the tent, went out, and spat on the tent curtain, and then left with hatred.

……

Zhang drank some wine, but he was too strong to drink, and under the service of the two maids, he took a bath early and fell asleep.

After sending her back to the camp, Zhen went to the stable next to his tent and visited the horse, but as soon as it saw him coming, it kicked the dirt on the ground in a rage and neighed, obviously dissatisfied with his use of scoundrel methods.

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly: "You just accept your fate, although I can't ride you, but as long as I can make that start uncomfortable, don't say just electric you, even if I slaughter you and make horse meatballs, I won't be soft, you'd better be honest, don't force me to be rough." ”

The screaming became more and more intense, provoking many of the guards of the pro-team to rush over to see what was going on, and when they saw Zhen Mingku talking to it on the side, they all smiled and walked away.

Zhen Mingku tried to ride it without other means, and sure enough, as he said, in less than a stick of incense, he was thrown off his back by it, and his bones were about to fall apart, and the blood also tried to step on him a few times, Zhen Mingku hurriedly took out his mobile phone and waved at it, the purple arc squeaked, and only then did it show a trace of fear in its eyes and retreat to the side.