Drama of the Emperor • Chapter 19 • Fighting for the King

Feng Jian and Lu Lu have become more and more nervous, and Zhuge Xi, who has always been calm, has frowned slightly, the two have been dancing swords for a quarter of an hour, but Song Xianhe seems to have no intention of stopping, Zhuge Xi has no choice but to accompany, and he is fascinated by Zhuge Xi's sword dance, and he has no intention of stopping.

The more Feng Jian thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't get out, Zhuge Xi suddenly trembled in a trance, and was hit by Song Xianhe's sword, and immediately talked about it.

"At first glance, it is a deputy woman's bones, how can it be compared to the five big and three thick generals!"

"In my opinion, this person is making jokes!"

"It's really a disappointment, it's better to call Princess Nahao to dance."

Zhuge Xi frowned, but everyone was already talking about it, and Song Xianhe and the dancer's faces also showed contempt. When Feng Jian heard everyone's evaluation of Zhuge Xi, he was even more angry, put the wine vessel down, stood up and picked up Zhuge Xi's landing sword, and then protected Zhuge Xi behind him.

"Zhuge Xi was originally a Confucian general, and he has been able to fight against a fat and strong general for a long time, which is unfair, but this time he will change his eyes! It's not like dancing with a sword, I'm willing to fight with the general, if I'm winning, I'll talk about it later! Feng Jian pulled Zhuge Xi and asked him to sit aside to rest, and then picked up his sword and walked towards Song Xianhe.

Song Xianhe still looked disdainful, at this moment, Princess Hao took a glass of wine and handed it to Song Xianhe, and Lu Lu also took a glass of wine and handed it to Feng Jian. Song Xianhe drank it all, thanked him and returned the wine vessel to Princess Hao. Feng Jian looked at the wine vessel for a while, but did not drink it, but gently returned it to Lu Lu and looked at it lightly.

"I won't drink this wine for the time being, but it will come out depending on the outcome of the game." Feng Jian brushed a trace of messy hair tied behind his head, and took off the silver armor he was wearing, he was a military general, but after taking off his military uniform, he looked like a Confucian student, and at this moment Baichen was even more discussed, how could a Confucian in Tsing Yi who looked weak have beaten a strong general? Isn't this a slap in the face?

Feng Jian didn't care about what others said, looked back at Zhuge Xi, smiled at Zhuge Xi, and then turned the sword in his hand twice, and the tip of the sword poked straight at Song Xianhe.

How could Song Xianhe tolerate it? The two instantly drew their swords and faced each other, and Zhuge Xi and Lu Lu both sweated for Feng Jian. King Hao was unhurried, holding Princess Hao in one hand and drinking with the other, not interested in the confrontation between the two at all. It was the little emperor, sitting on the dragon chair and looking at the two of them with a curious expression, Feng Wan stood aside, looking at his brother, and felt good in his heart.

Song Xianhe's strength was amazing, when he threw the sword, it was fierce and powerful, Feng Jian used the sword to resist, but found that this made him appear weak, so he didn't use the sword, but the whole person gently dodged. For those who have been practicing martial arts for a long time, they can naturally see that Feng Jian has been hiding, Song Xianhe smiled disdainfully, and raised his sword to slash at Feng Jian even harder. Feng Jian was hiding, not because of cowardice, but just secretly looking for a good opportunity.

Song Xianhe exerted force several times, his strength had gradually decreased, and the person also seemed impatient, Feng Jian saw that Song Xianhe was tired, and pulled out his sword violently, and the whole person jumped into the air, turned over behind Song Xianhe, and drew his sword straight, his sword was at Song Xianhe's neck, but whenever Song Xianhe moved slightly, the sharp sword edge would kill him, which everyone did not expect.

The emperor was already clapping his hands, Feng Wan breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Lu was also relieved.

Song Xianhe's forehead was already sweating, and he never dared to move. Feng Jair smiled, picked the sword, and said coldly: "Originally, it was just a martial arts competition, not a killing intent, let's be regarded as half an old acquaintance, what Er and his mother did when they were in Yacheng, Jair hasn't calculated it yet." ”

Song Xianhe frowned, but he was in danger now, and he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't vent his anger. Princess Hao also became nervous, and Baichen's discussion was about to tear over the roof.

"The two generals don't have to quarrel, if you have a personal grudge, please keep it private, it's not good to ruin the atmosphere of the wedding banquet." A little boy dressed luxuriously and with a jade pendant of Xu Zi stood up and said.