1781. The sound of the war

Qin Jiu's words slowly echoed in this world.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes looked over, and they all fell on Dongmei's body.

And Dongmei still has a calm face, with a faint smile, holding a teacup and sipping it gently. After a long time, he slowly got up.

On the high platform, Dongmei stood proudly: "This time, the person recommended by the Dong family to participate in the palace banquet is me, Dongmei!"

The majestic voice echoed the heavens and the earth, but Dongmei at this time was full of arrogant and wanton smiles.

The long skirts are flying, and three thousand green silks are tied behind him. As the words fell, Dongmei immediately took a step and walked slowly towards the place below.

At the moment when Dongmei got up, Concubine Da, who had won several battles and was full of pride and smile, turned white in an instant.

"Old... Old palace master?"

Dongmei's prestige is spread far and wide, and even a junior like Concubine Da has naturally heard of Dongmei's prestige.

Now that Dongmei is going to play in person, Concubine Da is naturally frightened, her pretty face is pale, and her whole delicate body is slowly trembling.

And Candle Long, Cheng Hao and others, after seeing that Dongmei was finally about to make a move, a touch of inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Especially the candle dragon, looking at the qin sound, is full of schadenfreude.

"Qinyin, how do you live with this catastrophe?"

Not only the two of them, but even Luo Shijie and Cheng Hao, the city lord of Qincheng, also smiled faintly, and looked at Qinyin's eyes, without the previous respect, but full of pity.

Qin Jiu and the others' faces were also not good-looking, what they were most worried about really happened.

Of the people present, perhaps only Qin Yinyi's expression was still calm, but if the water of Pinghu stopped, it was so plain from beginning to end.

As if none of these things had anything to do with her.

However, the calmer the sound of the piano, the more worried the piano nine became.

You know, the temperament of the piano has always been very lively and casual. But today, the palace master didn't say a word, and it is conceivable that the palace master's heart is bound to be as calm as it seems.

Seeing that the palace master who was so lively in the past has now become like this, Qin Qi felt extremely uncomfortable.

gritted his teeth in the end, but stood up and said coldly to Dong Mei: "Master of the Dong family, today's palace banquet is mainly a competition between young people, as an elder, is it a little inappropriate for you to personally go down and compete with juniors for the position of the chief of the palace banquet? Moreover, Master of the Dong family, this era belongs to future generations after all." And you, who are already in the past tense, why cling to the power of the past?"

In this regard, Dongmei snorted: "You little girl, this palace has been in charge of the Qin Palace for three hundred years, is it suitable, and the palace still doesn't know?"

"On the contrary, you, a little piano girl, dare to yell at the palace?

"Don't kneel down to apologize to this palace yet!"

Between speaking, Dongmei's original smile was suddenly cold, and at the end of the words, she drank even more angrily.

The sound wave is like thunder, sweeping the world in all directions.

Qin Qi's face suddenly turned a little whiter. Under the pressure of Dongmei, Qin Qi still glanced at his mouth and said: "Hmph, I, Qin Qi, only kneel to the palace master in this life, and the others will not kneel to death." ”

Dongmei suddenly smiled: "Haha, you little girl, you have a lot of backbone." ”

"Since you insist on death, then this palace will be as you wish!"

The words were cold, and the killing intent surged.

Dongmei sneered, and the power of Jin Dan gathered in her palm, but she immediately slapped away angrily at Qin Qi.

"Xiaoqi!"

"Senior Sister Qi'er~"

....

All this only happened between lightning and fire, after all, before this, no one expected that Dongmei would be so arrogant, and she would actually face the purple skirt of the Qin Palace in front of all the elders and Qin Yin.

At the moment when Dongmei broke out, Qin Jiu and the others were immediately frightened.

"Stop!"

Even the piano sound, which had been silent, had a chill on her pretty face, and her delicate body stood up and shouted coldly to Dongmei.

However, Dongmei has never paid attention to Qinyin, and naturally she doesn't care about her threats and obstacles.

So, between Qin Jiu and the others, Dongmei's palm had already fallen.

Bang!

The ribs were broken, the chest was sunken, and Qin Qi's jade-like delicate body was suddenly slapped away by Dongmei like a kite with a broken string. Under the great pain, blood mixed with internal organs and fragments of internal organs were immediately vomited.

"Xiaoqi~"

Qin Jiu's eyes were red, and he called loudly, jumped up, and hugged the blood-covered Qin Qi into his arms.

And Qin Yin also rushed over, and hurriedly urged Yuan Li to protect Qin Qi's heart.

At this time, Qin Qi was lying in Qin Jiu's arms, opened his mouth, and all that poured out was blood.

She used almost all her strength, turned her bloody pretty face, and looked at Qin Yin: "Palace... Palace Master, right... I'm sorry, Qi'er is incompetent, and in the end... After all, it still can't help the palace master in the slightest. ”

Qin Qi didn't say a few words, and blood was left from his mouth.

The jade-like skin was completely red with blood, but it was so dazzling.

Qin Jiu and several other qin girls had tears in their eyes, crying and hugging Qin Qi, asking her not to speak, the palace master will save you.

Qin Qi opened his face, and wanted to say something.

But the intense pain in her heart burned her nerves, making Qin Qi almost faint.

In the end, Qin Qi's delicate body twitched violently, and a mouthful of blood spit out again, and the whole person immediately collapsed in Qin Jiu's arms, and there was no movement.

"Senior Sister Qi'er~" The eight purple-skirted piano girls stepped forward in unison and called out in mourning.