ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 41. Party in Wanxiang Hall

NAN PALACE

The night that descends upon Nan's palace while the feast outside the palace is not yet finished, the people celebrate in their own way and Nan's magnificent palace has its own party, the, the banquet inside the palace just started with full of luxury.

Although in Niangxi it is always warm, but winter still leaves its heat, inevitably there is still a little cold when the night wind blows.

Vaguely cold air was still felt, creeping up from the feet, earlier at the end of dusk twilight rained spatter over the palace, just stopped before dim, the weather was not so warm.

But in the Wanxiang hall, the concubines dressed in luxurious colors were shiny and their hair was in a high loop with dangling accessories still with excited faces showing their dense chests, their sharp-edged eyes are made to seduce.

A giggling sound was heard once, They sat facing their respective tables with abundant food and wine presented.

In front of His Majesty Nan Chen facing the larger table, his purple-colored robe was of the finest silk, embroidered with golden threads. He looks handsome and charming.

Sometimes there were concubines who dared to step forward to toast, seeking the attention of His Highness Nan with a flirtatious attitude, he said, then acting like unintentionally she would show her smooth and beautiful legs from behind her dress.

The party in the Wanxiang hall is special held by the king with his wives. All the concubines were invited to this party. One of the events that the concubines waited for each year, hoping that on that hopeful night, His Highness Nan chose them to spend the night. Something special if a king fucks her on spring night. It is said that the seeds planted will promise glory and greatness. Who wouldn't want to give birth to a prince who would become important in Niangxi?

His Highness Nan Chen, his age was only around mid-thirties. Still said young. He already had 77 concubines.

His empress Lin Fangyin was the daughter of General Lin Qin, a friend of the previous king. His Highness Nan Chen is in a match with Empress Lin Fangyin unfortunately despite being married for almost ten years but not yet having children. King Nan Chen only had the children of some of his concubines, which made Empress Fangyin extremely cruel and cold. This made her a jealous queen.

Tonight Lin Fangyin did not attend the party in the Wanxiang hall, as usual she did not like to see Her Highness Nan Chen, her husband made out with the concubines who he thought were so flirtatious and sickening.

His Highness Nan Chen had already drunk a lot of wine, while squinting, he was leaning on the padded chair, he was so enjoying the musicians picking and blowing instruments, he was so happy, a singer in a shiny satin outfit sings a song, a luxurious melody as smooth as silk reverberates with the cold night breeze.

In the middle of the room, the beautiful dancers with waists that weaved like water snakes danced nimbly before the eyes.

"Your Majesty, let's toast..." Concubine Jiao slowly advanced forward trying to steal the attention of Her Highness Nan. His hips in his wobble flirtatiously while carrying his wine glass.

His Highness Nan seemed so unsettling that Consort Jiao was forced to retreat while receiving scornful giggles from other concubines who were satisfied to see the embarrassed look on the surface of Jiao's concubine's face.

"Aish.you're so naughty." His Eminence Nan grabbed the dancer girl's chin in a frenzy.

"Your Majesty is very gallant..." His voice mendes@h half seduced, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, the circular lines of clouds drawn with gold powder along with the corners of his eyes, his lips ran, his neck level, his neck level, her round breasts are wrapped in a very thin, almost transparent fabric, so that the smooth and white skin inside can be seen.

"Akh.come home." His Eminence Nan Chen grabbed the girl by the waist, the dancing girl poured her a beautiful cup of fine wine of her color, her snow-white arms raised up high, after which her wrists turned around, she said, wine was suddenly gushed, slid down through his neck like a swan, and then flowed between the two hills as white as snow.

"Your Majesty, are you drunk?"

Truly a rare beautiful woman, her red-flaming wet lips slowly opened, her voice soft and spoiled her smooth shoulders that were plainly open, open, the soft, boneless dancer rubbed His Majesty Nan's chest gently with her lick fingers, sliding out of her slightly open shirt, a pure white hand moving down, but at the decisive moment, stopping, the corners of his eyes lifted, with a seductive glance looking at him, as if asking His Eminence Nan Chen to touch him.

This girl is Miss Huan, the dancing girl who has recently been called Her Highness Nan Chen to the palace.

The concubines stared at the king's chair with an annoyed smile. They were no less beautiful but His Majesty rarely even visited their residence. In months it might be a fortune that His Highness Nan was willing to stay in their room.

The king's wives knew, King Nan Chen very rarely liked a woman for more than a month, so they were just waiting for king Nan to get bored with this girl. Like a new toy, if the curiosity runs out of course it will be thrown away.

The somewhat drunken eyes of His Highness Nan looked down with a bland gaze for a moment his gaze flashed like he was thinking of something.

"I'm not drunk." He replied slightly riled up, he was wearing a beautiful pale blue and purple brocade robe, his chest part open, revealing a meandering hemisphere, which was, the strong and enchanting body of the man under the bewildering light of the lanterns seemed very tempting, every woman became delusional to lie on her valley-like belly pads.

His Highness Nan Chen was indeed handsome and had his own charisma, he had a habit of squinting his pair of eyes, his forehead was somewhat wrinkled as if he was contemplating, a serene moving light flashed in the depths of his brownish eyes like the color of an old leaf in autumn, his fixed gaze like a wolf in deep thought.

Some of the young dancers in the hall were still eagerly dancing to the rhythm of the music of the harp and harp, they were circling dancing the shawl dance, a little bold and challenging, their bodies wore only a thin piece of cloth, their private parts were only slightly hidden, their chests and hips nimblely swaying, their shiny sweat pouring out, bounces off wet light but makes the men who see it seem like they want to***@* them alive.

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