Chapter Thirty-Nine
Qi Huaizhen was afraid that the sword would hurt Qi Huaixuan without eyes, so he jumped out with the help of the rebound, Fu Huanqing chased after him, the two swords went back and forth, everyone only saw the sword light and sword shadow, and they didn't know that the two of them had made many moves.
Jia Dongfeng saw that Fu Huanqing's sword was extremely fast, accurate and ruthless, and Qi Huaizhen's knife was slightly bulky, but it was also vigorous, steady and stable, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior for a while. But if it takes a long time, I am afraid that Qi Huaizhen will not have enough strength, and he will inevitably fall behind.
Now that he has seen the victory, Jia Dongfeng didn't want Fu Huanqing to fight with Qi Huaizhen any more, and immediately said: "The two of you are so angry, I'm afraid that the fairy sound of the qin and flute will be polluted for a while." β
Fu Huanqing took the lead in collecting the sword, and said with a smile: "Since His Highness has spoken, then let's stop it." β
Qi Huaizhen also put away the knife, took a deep look at Fu Huanqing, who was calm and relaxed, and arched his hand: "Accept!" "The opponent in front of me will be a strong opponent in the future......
As early as the moment when Fu Huanqing drew his sword, Fu Yan had already stepped forward and stood beside the Holy Emperor, his hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to escort him at any time. It was only when the two of them in front of them received their swords separately that they lowered the hand that was placed on the sword.
The Holy Emperor glanced at Ye Xifeng and nodded at him.
Ye Xifeng beckoned a palace attendant and whispered a few words in his ear.
After a while, Zhen Liancheng took his purple bamboo cave flute and went to the Liuyu Pavilion.
The palace attendant got on Yaoqin and brought it to Jia Dongfeng's case.
Jia Dongfeng tried the sound, wiped it with his left hand, and played it leisurely.
I only listened to the impassioned sound of the piano, and there was a cold desolation in the music, and there was the excitement of the soldiers on the battlefield.
It was originally a blind date banquet with a good moon and a full moon, but Jia Dongfeng played the first stopper.
Zhen Liancheng listened for a while, and then raised his hand to play the Dong Xiao Xianghe, although it was the same tune, but Xiao Sheng's emotions were lingering, gentle and elegant, and the interest of Zheng Zhengqin's sound was very different.
The two are fused, and the sound of the flute eliminates the murderous aura of the piano sound, only making the listener feel peaceful and upright, elegant and beautiful, and the fairy sound surrounds the beam.
Even the cold aura on Qi Huaixuan's body seemed to dissipate a little.
Suddenly, the pitch of the piano went up, louder and louder, and the sound was so sharp that a string was broken with a bang.
Zhen Liancheng's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes to look at Jia Dongfeng, but saw her smile slightly: "The world has heard the sound of Dongfeng Liancheng, but under the fame, only Zhen Liancheng can be deputy, and I am just a vain name." "I would rather defile myself in the name of being proficient in music and rhythm than follow this vain marriage.
Qi Huaixuan's icy face darkened, and a pair of eyes like a cold pool for ten thousand years looked at Jia Dongfeng fixedly: "I am willing to marry His Highness Dongfeng with the sixteen cities of Great Qi." β
Qi Huaizhen glanced at Qi Huaixuan unhappily, daring to feel that this country was not fought down by him with one soldier, nor was it integrated by him exhausting his mental strength to calm down the civil strife.
Although Jia Dongfeng is good, but this kind of open-faced marriage, everyone tacitly buys and sells, how can you show all the hole cards at once?
Sixteen cities?!
Sixteen cities of Daqi?!
The dinner party, which had been staggered and whispering to each other, suddenly became quiet.
The ministers, including Zheng Youwei, swept away the disdain of the past, and all looked at Jia Dongfeng with a kind of look at rare treasures, and there was no appreciation or amazement in their eyes, all of them were naked calculations.
"I don't know which sixteen cities His Majesty Emperor Xuan said are the sixteen?" Zheng Youwei finally couldn't hold back and said.
A female prince, in exchange for the sixteen cities of the rich and prosperous, in fact, there is no loss, such a good deal, I believe that the calculating Holy Emperor will not refuse, but which sixteen are very debatable.
Ye Nanfeng was overjoyed in his heart, if he married Jia Dongfeng, he could also obtain the sixteen cities of Daqi, this transaction was not too cost-effective.
So he looked at Qi Huaixuan, who was like ice, and he licked his face and said with a smile: "Dongfeng is humbling, in fact, Dongfeng is not only proficient in music and rhythm, but also famous for poetry and songs, and he will never lose to the most prestigious Lian Bi Gongzi of the year......"
The corners of Jia Dongfeng's eyes twitched, these people really think they are cabbages in the vegetable market? Just bargained? This cabbage not only grows bright, but also blooms, do you want to add more?
Jia Dongfeng glanced in the direction of the Holy Emperor, but saw that the Holy Emperor lowered his eyes, unable to distinguish between joy and anger.
If evil really comes from the heart, anger is born from the guts, so save yourself!
Jia Dongfeng picked up the white jade porcelain wine bottle at hand and poured a few sips of wine into the slender spout. Squinted his eyes and stood up and said, "Since the eldest brother praised me for my first-class literary talent, then I will have the courage to sacrifice my ugliness." I can't do poetry after drinking too much, so let's make a couplet. The first couplet will be given to the eldest brotherββ"
Jia Dongfeng's steps were vain, with a confused and cold smile on his face, and he walked towards Ye Nanfeng step by step: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, courtesy, righteousness and honesty!" β
walked up to Ye Nanfeng, just three steps.
The second monk Ye Nanfeng couldn't scratch his head, Jia Dongfeng's couplet, it is open to discussion, what does the content mean? It sounds like he's praising him in the second half of the sentence, but what about the first half of the sentence?
The corners of Ye Xifeng's mouth were bent, and he covered his mouth with his sleeves by drinking.
Half of the Wenchen in the hall basically looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, some coughed loudly, some secretly twisted their flesh and skin to control themselves not to laugh, and for a while, there were many wonderful expressions.
Qi Huaixuan didn't come back to his senses for a while, turned his head and asked Qi Huaizhen in a low voice: "What does this mean?" β
Qi Huaizhen thought about it, smiled, and whispered: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, but there is less eight; Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, courtesy, righteousness, honesty and shame, only less shame. Taken together, it is forgetting (king) eight, shameless. β
Although the voice was small, it was just enough for everyone in the temple to hear. Qi Huaizhen looked around, smiling secretly in his heart, how could it be too big to see the excitement? Now it seems that the hearts of the people of Da Zhou are really uneven.
Ye Nanfeng's face turned red and white, and then turned a little blue, and he glared at Jia Dongfeng gloomily.
Zheng Youwei frowned and said solemnly: "Your Highness, please also pay attention to the demeanor in front of the palace!" β
Jia Dongfeng's offense was a good thing, it could lower her position in the Holy Emperor's heart. However, making a mistake in front of the Great Qi monarch hurt more than just her personal face.
Jia Dongfeng grinned and staggered over: "Don't worry, Lord Zheng, I also have a gift for you - listen up: the country will die, and old age and not death are for!" "It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure!
Zheng Youwei was so angry that he frowned, and opened his mouth to shout: "You, you ......" However, the identity is different, you don't dare to say it anymore for a long time.
This time Qi Huaixuan understood, these words were scolding, and they were scolded very hard, the country is dying, there will be demons, from "The Mean"; Old and immortal is a thief, from the "Analects", scolding Zheng Youwei for being a demon and a thief, and also quoting scriptures, cleverly embedding his name into it, the key is that the battle is much better than the previous one.
The corners of Qi Huaixuan's frozen lips curled up slightly, she really deserved to be the woman he fancied, talented and good-looking, and extremely smart, even if she was drunk, she scolded people so vigorously and arrogantly, and she couldn't help but shout: "Okay!" β
Jia Dongfeng's eyes turned around, and he looked at this young man who seemed to be cold as frost, but in fact he was obsessed with medicine, and he still remembered the scene of his strict and meticulous teaching himself medical skills a year ago, and he was also anxious about his disappearance, but the past was like smoke, and the world was impermanent......