Just like this fragment, as your Majesty wills! Today, I am wearing this dark robe, and once again dance the sword for Your Majesty, but you tell Your Majesty that this dance is no longer the sword dance of the past, so that the painters can see the truth, if you can't draw it, Your Majesty can't see it really, so you will leave your head! ”

His sword blade once he began to dance the sword, the sword danced like a peer, the clothes were hunting, moving and jumping, strong and powerful, everyone was stunned and said: The ground is watching, I don't know which immortal fell down to earth, it is really breathtaking.

After Murong Chong finished dancing, he suddenly changed direction in the last move, turned around and flew in the direction of Xiao Fengnu's kneeling, Xiao Fengnu was kneeling on the ground, and was stretching out his waist to look at Murong Chong's sword, watching it with relish, but he didn't want Murong Chong's sword to suddenly fly towards him, pointing directly at his eyebrows, even if Changshi was by his side, he was powerless to save it, and he was sighing.

Xiao Fengnu only felt that his eyebrows were cold, and he didn't feel pain, the sword blade had been sideways, and it was on Xiao Fengnu's neck, Xiao Fengnu's eyebrows were a little red in the middle, and there were blood beads seeping out, and the round one was in the middle, as if he had drawn a vermilion eyebrow makeup.

Changshi moved over in a few steps, blocked the blade of the sword with his hand, raised his head and said to Murong Chong: "Master, master, take the sword quickly, be careful of hurting Xiaofeng......"

"Get out, dog minion!" Murong Chong roared, Changshi answered, and dragged Xiao Fengnu to leave.

"Wait!" Chen Yao suddenly screamed, looked at Xiao Fengnu with a suspicious face, and asked, "You look at Mian Shan...... What's your name? ”

Xiao Fengnu was about to answer, but Murong Chong's sword brushed straight over again, and Changshi couldn't care about it anymore. dragged Xiao Fengnu out of the bedroom. Stand in the doorway and gasp.

"What's the name of that slave?"

"Her name is Little Slave, the little slave I picked up on the side of the road, what's the matter, Lord Chen Yao has taken a fancy to her?" Murong Chong slowly put away his sword and pointed the blade at Chen Yao, his face was pale, and just because of the sword dance, a red glow rose on his cheeks, and his eyes were long and deep, as if he forgot everything when he fell in. Chen Yao was stunned. Hurriedly hung his head. I forgot what I had just asked.

There was silence in the bedroom, and two of the four painters were silent, silent, and did not paint, as if they had been tricked into the word. The remaining two. The brush flicked along. Everyone looked at it, and he drew all of Murong Chong's swords and postures, ten in a row. Connected together, it is a pair of sword dancing diagrams, but if you look closely, these sword diagrams are only shapes, and they have no face, and it is no wonder that Murong Chong moves quickly when he dances the sword, like a dancing immortal.

The remaining two painters saw that Murong Chong had stopped, one of them immediately sat down and began to paint, one of them held the pen and thought for a long time, and finally threw the pen and said: "That's it, no matter how good the pen is, it can't draw the demeanor of an adult, and I Chen can no longer paint!" ”

Another heard him say that he only painted Murong Chong's head, Chen Yao looked closer, with long eyebrows and deep eyes, grief and indignation, exquisite facial features, plus lifelike real grief, is exactly what Murong Chong looks like in front of him, in fact, Murong Chong has a tantrum in the palace from time to time, that's what it looks like, Fu Jian loves him like this, and now the palace is full of Fu Jian's life, and he is tired of it for a long time, and he deeply misses Murong Chong's appearance of playing petty from time to time, but how many Murong Chong are there in this world?

Chen Yao was very satisfied, and the previous painter painted Murong Chong's expression, and this painter painted Murong Chong's appearance, and the two were put together, which could comfort His Majesty's lovesickness.

Chen Yao was satisfied, and arched his hand and said, "My lord, I'll go back to my life!" Your Majesty is really very kind to the Murong family, do you know, Fu Chong rebelled, your sixth brother Murong Hong suppressed Fu Chong, now General Zhenbei is your sixth brother, your third brother can also speak in the court, you work hard here, you can also be a general in the future, you can return to Chang'an......"

Murong Chong pulled his mouth, threw the sword in his hand on the ground, turned his head and didn't look at Chen Yao, Chen Yao laughed dryly, Chen Yao has seen a lot of this situation, but it is just the face of the prostitute under His Majesty, so he doesn't take it to heart.

Chen Yao walked out of the door of the bedroom, saw that Changshi was still waiting by the door, and remembered something and asked: "What is the name of that little girl just now, and how old is it?" ”

Changshi hurriedly said: "It was picked up by our master on the road, and he doesn't have a name, just a little slave, and I don't know how old he is?" How? Is Lord Chen Yao interested in her? ”

Chen Yao came back to his senses and said, "It's just a little trance, this little girl really looks like ...... It's like ......," he said, shaking his head.

"Like whom?" Changshi stepped forward and asked.

"Dog minion, you deserve to ask about this?" Chen Yao shouted.

Changshi smiled: "Also, people are similar, for example, a slave looks like a dog, so it's called a dog slave!" ”

Chen Yao smiled, pointed to the inside and said: "I haven't waited for your master, I'm angry, these few years have passed, why hasn't my temper changed, if I don't change, isn't that what Your Majesty likes?" ”

Changshi hurriedly entered the room, Murong Chong was still standing straight in the middle of the room, his whole body stiff, he didn't know what he was thinking?

Changshi cautiously walked over and said: "Master, the old slave is waiting for you to take a bath, change this clothes, Lord has been working hard for the past few days, you have to rest!" ”

Murong Chong didn't object, Changshi was ready in the side room, soaked the flowers in a wooden barrel, Murong Chong buried himself in the water, and after a short time, he fell asleep in the bucket.

Changshi sighed, beckoned a few old slaves to send Murong Chong to the bed, saw Murong Chong frowning in his sleep, breathing uneasily, sighed, broke his palm to see, and pinched out his hand marks again, so he took the scissors to trim, only half of the trimming, Changsheng came in, Changshi took a breath, followed by Chen Yao, Chen Yao looked at the sleeping Murong Chong, "shh ”

Changshi hated it very much in his heart, but he couldn't show it, so he asked, "What else do you want?" ”

"Your Majesty said that you want something close to your lordship as a souvenir, what do you want?" His eyes swept around Murong Chong's body, looking at the nails that Changshi was cutting for Murong Chong, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the cut nails and said, "I want this!" ”

Changshi was extremely angry, and only said: "This is a nail, what is Your Majesty going to do?" ”

Chen Yao looked at the sachet that Murong Chong tied around his waist again, reached out and took it off, and put his nails into the sachet, Changshi couldn't see it, this is something that Murong Chong can't leave his body, it was originally put in Fengnu's cage for a while, and then Murong Chong took it back and never left. Changshi reached out to grab it and whispered: "This is what the master brings with him, the master loves this thing the most, and the slave will get you something else!" (To be continued......)

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