(Recommended reading: In the Golden Dome Tent, Princess Haiyan's knife, dance, and song set off a lot of waves at the banquet, the audience was shocked, smelled frustrated, and some old ministers even secretly wiped their tears, the Han family's four hundred years of inheritance, there are too many things left in people's hearts, too much!

The singing continues, the dancing posture is still the same, the wonderful performance continues, and Princess Haiyan, who has completely moved her muscles, is a few times after a few sharp spins, the knife in her hand flashed, and she actually moved towards Cao Cao, who was sitting at the head of the ministers, and suddenly shocked everyone in the big tent into a cold sweat!

"Xiang Zhuang dances the sword, which is intended for Pei Gong!"

This is a well-known story in the Han Dynasty, and now the princess is dancing with a knife, is it also intended to be the prime minister? ……

Thinking of the terrible consequences that this may cause, the ministers couldn't sit still anymore, some were drenched in cold sweat, some were dodging backwards, and some were already ready to escape with urine, for fear that they would splash blood ~~~

"Hehe, the princess dances, the city and the country fall, the old minister is really a feast for his eyes today!"

Cao Cao, who was the party concerned, looked as usual, sitting there like Mount Tai, and did not forget to clap his hands and praise, and at the same time looked at the reaction of the ministers with cold eyes, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, turning a blind eye to the scimitar that was getting closer and closer!

"Brush! …… Roar ......"

Cao Cao sat still, but the guard Xu Chu behind him moved, this warrior known as the 'tiger idiot' took a step forward, holding the hilt of the sword, bowing his waist and back slightly, ready to attack at any time, Xu Chu didn't care whether it was a man or a woman, a princess, or a commoner, he only recognized Cao Cao in his eyes, who dared to approach, there was no mercy!

Fortunately, Princess Haiyan knew how to grasp the proportions, and at the same time that the sword in Xu Chu's hand was unsheathed by an inch, she also stopped decisively, and then her pretty face twisted, her footsteps slipped, and she spun in another direction, and it was ~~ Xiao Yi who was sitting there!

"Well, why are you here for my brother?"

Xiao Yi, who was taking a big sip of wine and eating and drinking a large piece of meat, suddenly found that the shadow flashed, and Princess Haiyan's people came to him, and the gold-handled scimitar flying up and down was even more swiping back and forth above his nose, which had the meaning of giving him that little black face......

Fuzhu lintel to calmly, look at the central center of the curve.

The white crane wails, and the lone female sits on the dead poplar.

The sun is dusk and desperate, and it is alone in the empty hall.

Hanging the bright moon to shine on itself, and spend the night in the cave room......

Princess Haiyan seems to be one with the abolished queen 'Chen Ajiao' hundreds of years ago, in the soft singing, there are grievances, thoughts, and a touch of unwillingness, several emotions are blended together, just like a stream converging into a river, and the river is converging into a long river, rolling eastward, pouring for thousands of miles!

The princess's goal shifted, and the ministers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and continued to drink and eat meat, as for Xiao Yi's safety, they never took it to heart, including Guo Jia, Xun Yu and others all looked away, a weak woman, a small scimitar, if you can hurt the dignified 'ghost-faced Xiao Lang', it is a big joke!

Everyone also understands in their hearts that there was a fierce political confrontation during the day, Cao Ying's family won a complete victory, and the old ministers of the first line, except for a few fish who slipped through the net such as Fu Wan and Dong Cheng, the rest were almost wiped out, just a few of them, and Cao Cao was afraid that Zhu Lian would be too wide and hurt the imperial court before he stayed, and he was hit so hard, it is strange that these people have no resentment in their hearts, and Princess Haiyan is here to be angry, by the way, show the prestige of the royal family, and tell the ministers that the Liu family is not unmanned, and women are also people!

If you want to be angry, you have to have a gas bag, and this candidate is not easy to find, Cao Cao definitely can't, his identity is too sensitive, even if he hurts a hair, there will be a river of blood in the big tent immediately, all forces don't want to see this scene, Princess Haiyan also understands, so after a little temptation, she immediately retreated.

But the identity of the 'punching bag' is not good, as soon as Cao Cao made a move, he killed a captain, a Sikong, plus more than 20 court officials, if you throw out a kitten and a puppy casually, how can the grievances in the chests of those old ministers come out, so under the selection, Xiao Yi has become the most suitable candidate, not high, not low, not fat or thin, and then the woman Princess Haiyan will not cause excessive backlash, it is really a natural 'punching bag' Wow!

Xiao Yat knows the art of political balance and the role he plays in it, but he will not honestly make a bag for others, especially the scimitar in Princess Haiyan's hand, he hates it deeply!

Since his debut, in the past few years, Xiao Yi has led his subordinates to fight hundreds of battles, and everyone else is scarred, but he has been safe and sound, and he has only suffered two minor injuries.

The first time was in the suburbs of Luoyang, he and Lu Bu, Pegasus shooting, arrow rain shuttle, fighting a lose-lose, his armor cone shot Lu Bu's shoulder, and the other party's cloud-piercing arrow also shot his 'Chiyou ghost face', the arrow cluster carried and cut the cheek, more than half a month, swollen like a pig's head, and still left a shallow red mark, to his little black face, adding a bit of demonic color......

The second time was in the Luoyang Palace, Xiao Yi wanted to take Princess Haiyan out of danger as a little Taoist priest to avoid the threat of war, who knew that the beauty was not taken away, and he was stabbed in the chest, leaving a scar, every time he thought of it, it made him 'distressed'!

Now that the person who injured himself and the knife are in front of him, the opportunity is rare, if there is no small revenge, won't the original blood be shed in vain?

"The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!"

Xiao Yat is not an open-minded person, on the contrary, his heart eyes are sometimes smaller than the tip of a needle, and he has an absolute otaku personality, so when Princess Haiyan's scimitar once again passed in front of his nose, his fingers moved!

His gaze was like electricity, Xiao Yi's left hand suddenly stretched out, as fast as a ghost, and even passed through the layers of knife shadows, and immediately fixed the golden-handled scimitar in mid-air, and what he used was only two fingers.

The index finger and middle finger were clamped, like two strands of steel, and the scimitar was fixed there, allowing Princess Haiyan to open her apricot eyes, no matter how hard she struggled and pulled, it was difficult to move a bit, but she was tired and sweaty.

"Your Highness is dancing in the city, you must be a little tired, let's rest for a while!"

As he spoke, Xiao Yi's ring finger flicked up suddenly, smashing into the knife like a small hammer, and with a loud 'ding', the gold-handled scimitar vib......rated wildly, and changed hands in an instant!

"I just listened to the song of His Royal Highness, it is really the sound of heaven, it just so happens that the last general will conquer the Tongguan natural danger this summer, and when the soldiers enter the pass, I occasionally got a word, today I am dedicated to the gentlemen seated, and please Yazheng!" While speaking, Xiao Yi first touched the edge of the golden-handled scimitar, and then the knife flashed, and it also danced during the banquet.

The same scimitar, slow as flowing water in the hands of the princess, but as fast as wind and rain in Xiao Yi's hands, the knife flashed, the murderous aura was permeated, and a few spins forced Princess Haiyan back to her seat, and she drank three cups of 'Hundred Flowers Brew' in a row, which suppressed the anger in her heart, "What a cautious man, damn!" ”

That's not all, between a few ups and downs, Xiao Yi sang slowly and softly in the sword aura in the sky, with a voice like a golden iron horse~~

The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like fury,

Tongguan Road, Mountains and Rivers,

Looking at the western capital, hesitating,

Sad Qin and Han meridians,

The palace has made soil,

Xing, the people are bitter!

Death, the people suffer!

After singing a song "Tong Caring for the Ancients", the ministers immediately discussed ~~

"Wonderful, wonderful, I have long heard of Xiao Lang's poetry, but I didn't expect it to be so superb, just a small poem, the rise and fall of the dynasty through the ages, prosperity, the people are bitter,...... Death, but also the people suffer! ”

The ministers are all well-educated people, and naturally understand the truth of 'rejuvenating a country, dying a country', Xia died in Shang, Shang died in Zhou, Zhou died in Qin, and Qin died in Han, but it is a cycle of heaven, alternating rise and fall, under the world, how can there be an immortal country, the Han Dynasty has gone through four hundred years of wind and rain, such as today's chaos, is it also the time for the 'Mandate of Heaven to change'?

It's hard to say, it's hard to say!

As soon as Xiao Yi's poem came out, he immediately washed away the sorrow caused by Princess Haiyan just now, not to mention, as his knife became faster and faster, and finally with a light whistle, the scimitar in his hand took off his hand, and he actually spun and flew towards Princess Haiyan, as fast as a wheel, as fast as flying, and the golden mangs flashed, and the frightened people were like ashes again~~~

"Whoosh...... Brush! ……”

The gold-handled scimitar is entering the scabbard of the princess's waist, ...... knife to sheath, scabbard to knife, not bad at all!

"If you cut me, I will pay you back, and from now on, the two will not owe each other!"

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