Nam Zhi didn't know that the king had already imagined her in his heart as a fox spirit who was demonic and seduced people.

"Miss Anan, huh?" The king's majestic voice rang out.

Seeing that he was called, Nanzhi stood up neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Yes, the king is safe." ”

"You are from the Southland, many of us have never been to the Southland, I wonder if we are lucky enough to enjoy the dance of the Southland?"

Nanzhi knew the king's intentions, didn't he want to belittle himself by performing in front of so many people, but he was still not in a hurry,

"I'm really sorry king, although the little girl grew up in the southern country, she really doesn't know how to dance in the southern country." Before Nanzhi could speak, his words suddenly changed, "But the little girl has created her own dance, and I hope the king can appreciate it." ”

"That's right." As long as she is willing to play, she has countless opportunities to catch her mistakes.

Nanzhi lowered his head and said to Nuomin, "Nuomin, come with me!" ”

Nuo Min didn't expect to have his own business, and said excitedly: "What can I do? ”

"It's very simple, whatever posture you take with your sword, I will dance."

Namji raised an eyebrow at Nomin, which should have been easy for her.

"Seems interesting! Come on! Nomin stood up and walked with Namggyi to the center of the field.

Nanzhi saw that everyone on the field was holding swords, and no one was wearing swords, so he could only take out two fake peonies from the vase that decorated the field, and gave one to Nuomin. I didn't expect that the people of this desert still knew this graceful and luxurious peony.

Nomin shook it with the fake flower, this can't be compared to the sword at all, it's too soft.

Nanzhi didn't care, as long as it was in his hands, he had to listen to himself.

Nomin took the flower, tried to make two sword poses in a row, and then stood there looking at Namji.

Nanzhi smiled, took the fake peony and pretended to sniff it on the tip of his nose, then tapped his toes, his posture swayed, and the peony on his left hand flashed lightly, and the fake became real.

Namzhi softens Nomin's sword posture and connects many dance movements, which are soft but not lacking in style. Coupled with Nanzhi's graceful posture, she is like an elf dancing on the top of a mountain at night, with her skirt fluttering and her eyebrows smiling, so flamboyant but restrained.

Sanar was completely immersed in her figure, and her every move seemed to be stepping on his heart.

Nomin didn't expect her to be able to turn such a simple move into such a beautiful dance, and her eyes were full of adoration for her. Seeing that she finished dancing, she went on to make a more complex set of sword styles.

Namgyyi didn't stop, but watched Nomin's sword pose in the gap between the dances, and then continued to dance.

Nanzhi took the flower and made a prayer gesture to the sky, then retreated and rotated, the flower in his hand became a sword, the sword turned into a flower, touched and retracted, every movement was so beautiful.

The people outside the stadium were dumbfounded, but they didn't expect that the two people who were still shooting arrows in the horse race this morning would now become beautiful girls again, dancing such an amazing dance.

Suddenly, a drum sounded, and Namgyyi and Nomin looked for a sound to see that it was Sanar beating the drum to accompany them.

Namzhi winked at him with a smile, and Sanar slapped his hand, almost messing up the beat.

"Anan! Catch the sword! "Sanar specially asked people to find the sword when Namzhi picked up the fake flower.

Namzhi looked at Sanar, turned around and took off the veil, waved it out, and took the sword from Sanar's hand, but she threw it directly at Nomin.

Nuo Min threw away the fake flower in his hand, caught the sword and danced, and sure enough, the sword was easy to use, so it was handsome enough.

On the field, Nuo Min and Nanzhi, one danced the sword, the other danced the flower, one was rigid and the other was soft, stepping on the drum, and they cooperated very tacitly.

Suddenly, Nanzhi changed his momentum and infused the flower in his hand with internal force, and the originally weak flower suddenly turned into a weapon. The drum beat has also changed in speed and is more cheerful.

"Nomin!" Nanzhi reminded her, and then attacked her.

Nuo Min's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he turned around and raised his sword to block.

Before Namzhia's flower touched Nomin's sword, she immediately withdrew it, turned and brushed it in front of Nomin, and then turned back to give her a smile.

Nuo Min stepped forward, the sword guide Zhi frowned, and Nanzhi leaned back and kept retreating.

With a swing of Nomin's sword, Nam Zhi lowered his waist to dodge, and then stood up from the side and approached Nomin very quickly, falling into Nomin's arms, looking at her and smiling arrogantly.

Just as Nomin was about to reach out to stop her, Nam Zhi turned around and tugged at her veil, as if she were about to leave.

The two of them went back and forth like this, sometimes moving in unison, sometimes killing each other, and the beat of the drum kept changing with their pace.

The people in the audience were like watching a wonderful stage play and immersed in it.

Suddenly, Nomin's sword and Nanzhi's flower pierced the petals, and the stem of the fake flower broke, scattering all the petals. Nanzhi caught all the petals with internal force, and with a wave of force, the petals in the sky were mixed with colorful streamers and floated down.

After the dance, the audience applauded thunderously, and bursts of cheers rang out, all of which were admired.

Nanzhi raised her eyebrows and smiled at Nuomin, what a good partner, I didn't expect her to cooperate so well.

Nuo Min seemed to feel the praise in Nanzhi's smile, and looked at her arrogantly, as if he didn't want to see who made it.

Sanar put down the drum in his hand and looked at the two people standing in the middle of the field, red as fire, wanton and unrestrained, and couldn't say a word for a while, only the sound of applause followed them.

Nanzhi looked up at the expression of the king in the stands, his eyes were faint, so that he didn't have so much disgust. Nanzhi couldn't tell what the king meant, so he could only smirk and salute, and went down with Nuomin.

Sanar came back to his senses and looked at the two people who came over with a smile on his face,

"I didn't expect you to cooperate so well, Anan, you really surprised me!"

"You're not bad!" Nam Zhi sat down next to him and patted him on the shoulder heroically, "The drummer is also very competent." ”

Sanar looked at Nanzhi with a smile on his eyebrows, and there was indescribable tenderness and lingering in his eyes. If she was interested in her because of Nanzhi's appearance at the beginning, now she is completely interested in her whole person.

She is arrogant and noble, she can be a small jasper and domineering, she can be as cold as the moon and as strong as fire, and every side of her is so unsightly. It's really curious what kind of environment can grow a woman like her.

Nanzhi couldn't stop laughing when he saw Sanar again, every time he smiled like this, Nanzhi was very embarrassed, how could this look like a kidnapper who captured himself? Obviously a pure and harmless teenager!

The king looked at the happy scene, as if Sannar and Nomin had not been so happy for a long time, dancing and drumming, and since that incident, he always felt that he owed them a lot. The king glanced at Nanzhi, his expression darkened, and he wondered for a moment whether he should stick to his judgment and continue to expel her from their lives, or just let it be.

Nanzhi saw that there was mare's milk wine on the table again, and poured himself a glass, and just wanted to take a sip, he looked at Nuomin and Sanar, who were staring at him, and he was embarrassed to drink it alone, and raised the wine glass in his hand to them, "Do you want to have a drink together?" ”

Sanar picked up the cup and touched it with Namji, "This is the first time I've drunk with a woman. ”

Nanzhi raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing his words.

Seeing her looking at herself like this, Sanar quickly put down the wine glass and looked at her upright, "Really! I've never drunk with a woman before, and at most I've been fed by them. This is the first time I have clinked glasses with a woman! ”

Nanzhi smiled indifferently, "What is there to explain this, I don't care." ”

"No way!" Sanar grabbed Namji's shoulder, "Of course I have to explain!" I clink glasses with you because I respect you and want to tell you that you are important! You're different from everyone else! ”

The people in the field were busy with their own business, toasting, wrestling, horse racing, dancing around the campfire, and no one paid attention to the situation on this side.

Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the cup stiffened for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Yes, of course I am very important, my master has said since I was a child, you must feel that you are important, you must always give yourself self-confidence, and you must be ......"

"Namji!" Sanar interrupted her.

Nanzhi smiled and continued to play dumb.

"What I said, important, means,"

Suddenly, a riot broke out on the field, and a group of soldiers rushed into the field, with knives in their hands, and killed anyone they saw. In the distance, a large number of cavalry was approaching, and the momentum was huge.

Nanzhi stood up suddenly, threw the wine glass behind him, and circled around, but he really didn't see the figure of the third prince. Nanzhi frowned secretly, he didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing before he had time to leave in a hurry, and he was really unlucky.

Immediately, guards stepped forward to block them, covering their retreat. But he was immediately surrounded behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Nam Zhi glanced at the high seat, and the king's eyes looked at the approaching cavalry unusually calmly, as if he had given up resistance.

Nanzhi is very strange, the third prince has such a big movement, didn't the king notice it? Wouldn't it be better to keep such an ambitious and hateful person around?

Sanar pulled Nanzhi closer to the king, and the momentum on his body suddenly became fierce, he didn't expect that the third prince would choose to do it at this time, and he was not sure whether the king had a way, after all, the cavalry mastered by the third prince was the most heroic and good at fighting.

Nomin looked at the man who was on the horse, and although he was afraid, he mustered up the courage to stand by his brother's side, and did not hide behind him as before.

The three princes had cold eyes on the horse, stopped in front of the king, and looked at their faces one by one, smiling proudly.

Sannar quietly blocked Namzhi behind him, avoiding his gaze.

Nanzhi looked at the figure in front of him, sighed silently in his heart, and rushed at his move, he couldn't ignore him today.