Seeing the emperor leaving, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of their worries.

But what the Son of Heaven said before leaving made people hate and jealous: "Since Shang Fang's sword was damaged by Taiping, I will give you another one." ”

Ling Lan trembled angrily, she had been preparing for so long, and even said that she had moved Fang Qianrou and invited Princess Taiping to come, just to peel off a layer of skin from Ling Chuchu, but she didn't expect that this matter would be thunderous and rainy.

She walked up to Ling Chuchu's side, looked at it with her eyes, and sneered: "What? Think the emperor is in great shape, and his heart is moved? Hmph, don't forget to think about it, you are just a broken shoe that has been worn by someone, and you can't get into the eyes of the Son of Heaven at all! ”

Ling Chuchu looked at the back, forcibly suppressed the familiarity in his heart, bent down to pick up the broken sword, and didn't take Ling Lan's words to heart at all.

When had Ling Lan been ignored like this, she grabbed Ling Chuchu's wrist, made her look at herself, and said, "What do you mean?!" ”

The broken sword was pinched in the palm of Ling Chuchu's hand.

She stabbed Ling Lan's neck directly, Ling Lan was so frightened that she retreated, causing her to laugh: "Don't mess with me, otherwise I will make you look good!" ”

Princess Taiping had been paying attention to the movements of the two, pulled Ling Lan behind her, and asked, "His Royal Highness, the dignified county lord, do you want to kill people in front of everyone?" ”

Who to kill, what to kill?

Ling Chuchu ignored it and lowered his head to wipe the broken sword.

But the sneer on the corner of her mouth made Ling Lan feel greatly wronged, and she directly snatched the sword, "A broken sword with a broken shoe is a perfect match." ”

Ling Chuchu smiled even deeper, with sarcasm.

Wrapped the broken sword in a delicate brocade silk and respectfully placed it on the table next to her, her gaze swept over everyone, "Do you want to die?" ”

Her expression was like a knife, Ling Lan shuddered, but she still straightened up and said, "With so many people present, what do you dare to do to me?" ”

She cut her hair at Broken Sword and made a feint, and everyone who was still proud retreated in fright.

A bunch of cowards.

"The Son of Heaven Chrysostom admits that this is the sword of Shang Fang." Ling Chuchu said, "Who said just now that this is a broken sword, dare to stand up and take responsibility?" ”

Deathly silence.

The palace maid walked through everyone, holding the costume in her hand, and came to Ling Chuchu, "County Lord, princess, please come over." ”

Only then did she realize that Princess Taiping, who had just hated her to the bone, had no shadow at this time.

There was a babbling sound from the lakeside stage.

Princess Taiping changed her costume and stood on the stage, waving at Ling Chuchu from afar, "It's just singing, the county lord shouldn't be afraid, right?" ”

In the center of the stage, a half-man-high vat attracts attention, and Princess Taiping stands next to the vat, and the servants pour buckets of water into the vat.

The princess sang "Nubenjiang", a new excerpt written by a student of this dynasty, in which there is a famous singing segment in which the heroine goes home for revenge and presses her stepmother into a water tank and drowns herself.

What the palace maid is holding in her hand is the stepmother's costume.

Ling Chuchu didn't move, and Princess Taiping sang down alone, until the drowning stepmother's singing stopped, and said loudly: "If the stepmother of the palace doesn't come, this play can't be sung——"

The palace maid knelt in front of Ling Chuchu in her costume.

The nobles beside her all covered their mouths and snickered, Ling Lan picked up the costume and threw it on Ling Chuchu, "The princess called you, don't go quickly." ”

Princess Taiping's face was gloomy, "The princess of this palace, can't you still summon a little county lord?!" ”

Ling Chuchu's right hand was clenched into a fist, clutching the corner of the costume tightly.