Chapter 1520 Stop, Tyrant 57

"Rong Nu go down and prepare."

"allow."

Bei Yutang retreated to the side hall and asked the palace maid to prepare her long-sleeved clothes most commonly used by dancers. At the same time, she instructed the eunuch to prepare other things for her.

Feng Chi sat on the throne and waited patiently, but from time to time his eyes were looking at the door of the palace.

Suddenly, a long flute sound came into the hall, and soon the sound of the piano joined it.

When the people in the hall were attracted by the sound of the flute, a group of eunuchs carried a huge drum into the hall, and a stunning beauty stood on the drum. The beauty was wearing red as fire clothes, with long water sleeves rolled up on her arms.

'Boom', 'Boom', 'Boom'...

The sound of thunder drums sounded, and along with that wonderful dance, the long water sleeves in her hands seemed to be alive and ever-changing. The fluttering sleeves, the graceful dance, and the soul-stirring eyes all fell into the eyes of the man on the throne.

Feng Chi stared at her with a cold expression, completely unmoved.

On the other hand, the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting on the side were all fascinated by it. The beauty's dancing posture was really amazing, and it would attract people. Unconsciously, they were attracted by her dancing posture and gradually immersed in her graceful dancing posture.

Bei Yutang turned her head and smiled sweetly at Feng Chi on the throne. The man fell from the drum and danced in the hall with light steps.

The arm that Long Sleeve Dance uses the most is her arm. Gradually, her arm becomes a little more difficult, the wound seems to be cracked open, and bright red blood flows out, just because she is wearing red clothes, no blood can be seen.

After a quarter of an hour, the music stopped and the dance stopped.

Bei Yutang bent over and bowed to the man in the seat.

"My king, are you satisfied with Nuxian's dance?" Bei Yutang raised her head slightly, with a trace of nervousness in her clear eyes.

Feng Chi was about to say something, but the words suddenly turned into another sentence.

"Come forward."

Feng Chi's voice was cold, even with a hint of anger.

Bei Yutang naturally heard it.

She took a few steps forward, then stopped.

Seeing that she was still standing next to her, Feng Chi said solemnly, "Come up."

Bei Yutang obediently stepped forward and walked to him.

"Hand out."

Bei Yutang reached out obediently. As soon as he stretched it out, Feng Chi grabbed it, the force was not light, and the pain came so suddenly that Bei Yutang couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Pain." Bei Yutang frowned.

Feng Chi looked at her coldly, "Does it hurt? Gu thinks you don't know it hurts."

What the hell did this stupid woman do? She knew that the injury on her arm was not healed, yet she dared to dance the long-sleeved dance. I really want to break her hands directly and fulfill her.

The eunuchs and maids serving in the palace all saw the displeasure of the king, and they all tightened their necks in fright.

But Bei Yutang didn't seem to see his displeasure, "Wang, if you squeeze again, the slave's hands will be useless."

Feng Chi snorted coldly, "Gu Zheng has this intention."

Bei Yutang didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Feng Chi thought she would beg for mercy, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see any movement, so she couldn't help but look at her, "Why don't you speak?"

"The slave's life belongs to the king, the king wants the slave's arms, the slave does not dare to complain." Bei Yutang said respectfully.

Looking at her appearance, Feng Chi felt extremely dazzling, and let go of her hand, "Don't pretend to be in front of Gu."

"Give you one last chance."