In the Tiancheng Palace, the emperor and queen sit together, singing and dancing are sublimated. The Emperor and the Queen Mother sat below. This is the first time Chenxi has seen the Queen Mother, graceful and luxurious, but it can't hide the traces of the years, the woman in the deep palace has verified that the years are a pig-killing knife.

Qingfeng Kingdom, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, actually sent Qingfeng's Han King Zhou Yicheng to envoy to Tiancheng Kingdom. I don't know what tricks there are, I don't know what the conspiracy is.

Zhou Yicheng is the younger brother of Zhou Yijun, the lord of Qingfeng Kingdom, and is the hero of Zhou Yijun's succession, and was canonized as the King of Han, and has always been a close confidant of the lord of Qingfeng Kingdom.

"See Emperor of the Heavenly City." Zhou Yicheng raised his head, Ning Hanyi and Chenxi were stunned, isn't this the man in Xuanyi who played the flute when dancing in the morning dance of the Baihua Pavilion in North Vietnam.

It's still a black robe, but there are more Qingfeng royal family markers, and it's still the same as last time, confusing women's hearts, and the female dependents of the ministers in the audience can't hold it anymore.

"King Han doesn't have to be polite." Ning Hanyi's face was obviously not very good-looking, and he was annoyed when he remembered that he had taken the lead in dancing in Chenxi last time.

"This time this king is here to invite the Heavenly City Kingdom to participate in the Dharma Fighting Conference on behalf of the Qingfeng Kingdom."

"Oh, what's so special about this year's Doufa Conference, I have to bother the prince to come in person." You can find out the key in one sentence and ask sharply.

"It's just because the people of my clan have a thousand years of spiritual treasure by chance..."

Belch... The thousand-year-old spirit treasure is a legendary thing, no one has ever seen what it looks like, and no one knows where to get it. There are many books that record this thing, but they are not clearly stated, and it is rumored that a thousand-year-old spirit treasure the size of a fingernail can bring the dead back to life. It is also rumored to be the secret recipe for immortality. Although it is not clear, it is certain that this thing is definitely a good product for big replenishment.

Ning Hanyi's eyes also lit up suddenly, and he turned to Chenxi, if he could get that thousand-year-old spirit treasure, the strange power in Xi'er's body could be suppressed...

"Devanagari is bound to arrive."

"Emperor Xie. Our lord also brought a great gift to the emperor, please smile at it. ”

A young woman came in from outside the venue, with fairy hair in a bun, under her smart eyes, blood-colored red lips, and white clothes, as if she was a fairy coming from the sky.

There was an uproar, and the whole thing could not move the people who were doing it.

"The little girl Zhou Yiwu knocked to see the emperor." Zhou Yi is the surname of the royal family of Qingfeng Kingdom. This week, Yiwu is the eleventh princess.

"Princess, please."

"The little girl is willing to dance for the emperor, I hope the emperor likes it." A shy woman, a soft-voiced body, a beautiful dance...

The people here seemed to be intoxicated, but only Ning Hanyi's eyes on the high platform did not look at the dancing girl.

No matter how beautiful she is, she can't compare to the morning allure of the country and the city, not to mention her dancing.

"You're really popular." Chen Xi pinched Ning Hanyi's waist mercilessly.

"Uh... The emperor and queen of this monarch, shouldn't you be gentle? Ning Hanyi pretended to enjoy it.

"Gentleness, what is gentleness, I haven't heard of it."

“……”

Ning Hanyi and Chenxi completely ignored the dancing people and continued to fight.

"Emperor, I don't know how the little girl's dance is."

The voice from the audience sounded, Ning Hanyi was speechless, he didn't look good at all. Bite the bullet and say, "Stand down." ”

Everyone present could see that this little princess was afraid that she was looking at God. It's just that this falling flower is intentionally ruthless.

King Han spoke again: "Emperor, my little princess has not yet had a husband, this time I came to Tiancheng, I hope that the emperor..."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the princess of Qingfeng Country is the princess of my Tiancheng Kingdom, and this gentleman must find her a wishful husband." Ning Hanyi interrupted him by opening his mouth.

"Emperor, the little princess is the pearl of the imperial brother's palm, which ordinary people are not worthy."

"Oh, what does the King of Han mean."

"Naturally, if you have the spirit of a dragon." Having said this, King Han firmly believed that Ning Hanyi would not understand.

"How could this be unknowing? Father, I don't know what you decided to do with this little princess of Qingfeng Country? ”

"Very good."

"That gentleman congratulates his father on getting the little princess, I don't know what position my father gave the little princess, I can't treat Qingfeng Country badly." Ning Hanyi came directly to say this, and the Emperor Taishang also cooperated with him, and there was nothing wrong with having a young concubine.

"Then canonize as a concubine."

"This..."King Han was stunned, this Ning Hanyi really said that he could be a man, so he gave it to others. He is a young princess of Qingfeng Country, how can he marry an old man.

"Doesn't King Han agree, doesn't King Han think that my Heavenly City Emperor doesn't have the spirit of a dragon."

"The emperor is serious...... "With such a big hat buttoned down, he lost a princess, and he wanted to vomit blood angrily.

"Then Benjun congratulates King Han."

The little princess Zhou Yiwu fainted suddenly, she had been practicing hard since she was a child, and she thought that she would marry one day, but she didn't expect to marry someone who could be a father, and since then she has been buried in the harem, fighting with a group of old women to survive...

"The little princess is so happy, come here, take it down, take good care of it, and canonize it tonight."

is always watching the play, can you still have a black belly.

"Emperor, there is a reluctant invitation below." is worthy of being the king of cold, seeing that things have not turned around, he has opened the topic.

"King Han, please speak."

"Everyone has also seen that my little princess of Qingfeng Country has excellent dancing skills, as far as this king knows, it is on par with Miss Chenxi, I don't know if I can let Miss Chenxi dance."

"Since that's the case, then I'll dance a song and let everyone see if there is no one in my Heavenly City Country." Chen Xi took the initiative to stand up, she was his future wife, the emperor and queen of Tiancheng, and she had an unshirkable responsibility. What's more, no matter when and where, she is always dancing for him.

Chen Xi blinked his eyes and said to Zhou Yicheng: "King Han, you have to look carefully, whether it is comparable or too different."

As soon as the words came out, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were boiling, and I really had no one in Tiancheng, right?

If Zhou Yiwu is weak in white, then Chenxi is enchanting in red.

Different from the soft dancing posture of ordinary women, what Chenxi dances is a sword dance.

Sometimes resolute, sometimes tactful.

There is the endless love of the emperor, and the momentum of a female general who protects the family and defends the country, as if she has played a variety of roles.

Suddenly, a sword turned its head at a rapid speed and stabbed at the Cold King.

Oh my God, what did they see, their emperor was going to assassinate the Han King.

The King of Han wanted to raise his glass and block it. The sword stopped an inch from the glass.

Put away your sword and dance. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not an assassination, not an assassination.

And the king of Han put down the wine glass, only to see that the glass turned into powder and drifted away. No one paid attention to this small detail.

This woman has some skills and is interesting.

A ribbon flew out of Ning Hanyi's sleeve, and Ning Hanyi caught it elegantly.

Stepping on the ribbon, he fell into his arms. Everything is very tacit, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.