Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Thick white smoke quickly rose in the palace. Lao Ai put on the high priest's clothes, walked to the incense burner, raised the incense handle and moved it a few times, muttering something in her mouth.

Among those present, King Rui was originally invited, but he was ill and was not present.

This also followed Xiao Jingchen's wish. A large number of the people who were chasing Jiao Yang were Xiao Beiheng's subordinates, so that if Jiao Yang saw him, it would bring back bad memories.

Xiao Jingchen frowned slightly and wore a dragon robe. Just standing there represented the greatest ambition and indomitable spirit of the entire Xiao Kingdom. He was supreme and responded to everything.

Jiaoyang was dressed in a lavender dress that fell to the floor, with her long hair flowing loosely. She stood beside Xiao Jingchen, holding his hand, treating her like a treasure, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

In the harem, only Concubine Zhang is the most blessed with the Sacred Heart, and she alone has the holy favor. This is not a secret in the harem of the previous dynasty.

Because of illness, today is the first time in nearly half a month that this unprecedented person, the first person in the harem, has stepped out of the harem. Many people were curious at heart, but they didn't dare to raise their eyes boldly and look at the beauty's face, and they were not afraid of breaking the rules.

Lao Ai looked at this scene through the white smoke, looking at her standing next to the emperor with lowered eyebrows and looking well-behaved and sensible.

She is psychologically strong. He asked her to forget what happened that day, so she really forgot to be clean, and now she doesn't show any flaws.

This is of course a good thing, otherwise he would still be worried that something wrong with her would be discovered by the emperor and implicate him. Now it seems that his worries are unnecessary.

Lao Ai walked over with the incense in her hand. Through the thick smoke and only a few feet away, he still couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Without thinking much, Lao Ai suddenly lowered her hand, took one of Jiaoyang's hands, and led her towards the depths of the thick smoke.

Jiaoyang was slightly startled by his move at first, but soon came to her senses, letting him hold her hand, and followed his steps, one after another, into the thick smoke.

This feeling was very strange, as if he took the initiative to come to her, hold her hand, and bring her away from the emperor to himself.

Lao Ai frowned slightly: He shouldn't think about it any more.

He narrowed his eyes, and halfway through, he held her hand like a hot potato, and half of his strength loosened.

Jiaoyang looked at the back figure not far away in front of her, and was keenly aware of his unhappiness. I felt baffled: Wasn’t he the one who wanted to hold it?

The emperor was startled when he looked at his empty hands, and his heart seemed to feel empty. It took him a long time to react, and he took his hands back in embarrassment.

My eyes turned to the two figures in the smoke, and I always felt that the atmosphere was subtle, and I felt a little unhappy: What was he, a foreigner, doing so close to his wife? No sense of proportion.

She felt that she was narrow-minded and tried her best to hide it: Lao Ai was doing something for him, and in front of him, so what could she do?

But he soon became unhappy again: He was asked to casually cooperate in a religious ceremony. Do we have to be so intimate just to pass the occasion? !

Xiao Jingchen's eyebrows knitted deeper and deeper, his eyes always fixed on the two people in the thick smoke and never let go.

Until Lao Ai took Jiao Yang's hand, gave her a bunch of incense, then let go and took her to worship the gods and Buddhas together. When he let go of his hand, Xiao Jingchen, who had been staring at them, looked better.

At this moment, the Buddha in front of him flashed a white light, and the incense in the incense burner emitted wisps of white smoke.