For Chu Ziyu, this is not just a painting, but also a heart, a Song Wanfeng's heart for him.

Originally, he had always been worried that this girl was only a temporary kindness to him, but now, Chu Ziyu is finally at ease, this girl also likes him, and wants to grow old with him.

The last competition, dance!

"Xuanzhi, come on, I believe in you." Song Wanqing cheered for Zhao Xuanzhi.

Zhao Xuanzhi nodded, she lost to Song Wanfeng in all other projects, but dancing is what she is best at, and no one has been able to win her yet.

With the determination to win, Zhao Xuanzhi dressed up and tried his best to dance the most skilled and difficult dance.

Countless petals, pink ribbons flutter in the air, fluttering in the wind. The clothes are fluttering, light and graceful, graceful and beautiful.

Even if his body was a little unwell due to the previous infection with the wind and cold, Zhao Xuanzhi also held on and showed this dance to the extreme.

"Good!"

Everyone applauded, especially Zhao Changsheng, Song Wanqing and others, as if their palms were not theirs.

Even the emperor, who was sitting on the throne, couldn't help but admire: "Not bad, not bad!" The dance of the waiter's daughter can be described as pleasing to the eye and admirable. ”

"I heard that this is Miss Zhao's famous dance, this dance is not only graceful, but also very difficult to dance, I heard that this dance is also made up by Empress Shangrenhui. In my opinion, otherwise you can admit defeat? ”

Seeing that Chu Moxiao grew up with other people's ambition and extinguished his own breeze, Chu Ziyu glared at Chu Moxiao angrily.

"How did you know Feng'er was going to lose?"

"But I can't imagine what other dance music can win this?"

Chu Ziyu didn't reply, but turned his head to look at Song Wanfeng.

If it was in the past, Song Wanfeng would naturally be as unremarkable as possible, however, Zhao Xuanzhi was so hateful that he not only drugged Chu Ziyu, but he was still playing bad ideas there until now, which couldn't help but arouse Song Wanfeng's competitive heart and wanted to kill Zhao Xuanzhi's limelight.

Talented girl, huh?

Today, she let Zhao Xuanzhi know who can be offended, and don't mess with anyone.

As soon as he saw Song Wanfeng's expression, Chu Ziyu knew that there was nothing to worry about, and he looked forward to it directly, what kind of surprise this girl would give.

"Excuse me, can I borrow your sword?" Song Wanfeng ran to a guard.

The guard was slightly stunned, looked up at the emperor, and the emperor was also very curious about what Song Wanfeng would perform, so he nodded at the guard, and the guard took out the sword and handed it to Song Wanfeng's hand.

"Thank you!"

Walking to the center, Song Wanfeng seemed to fiddle with the long sword in her hand casually, as if she had never seen a long sword before, which made everyone can't help but worry, and if she didn't care, the long sword hurt herself.

But when the drum sounded, Song Wanfeng's body danced with the beat of the drum, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The sword followed the beat of the drum, getting faster and faster, and it was clear that Song Wanfeng was the only one on the stage, but for some reason, it made the blood of everyone watching surge.

Those who have been with the army can hear that the drum beat is the drum beat of the battle, and when Song Wanfeng follows the drum beat and dances the sword, it is as if there are countless enemies in front of him, constantly slashing.

This sword dance was created by Song Wanfeng.

In her previous life, when Chu Mohan went to the border to fight in order to make a contribution, she also secretly followed, turned into a small soldier, mixed in the barracks, holding a long sword, and killed the enemies who came to invade our country.

Only those who have truly seen the battlefield and know how cruel war can be, will understand this dance.

Seeing that Song Wanfeng's sword dance was about to win him, Zhao Xuanzhi gritted his teeth with hatred.

No, you can't!

Song Wanfeng has already stolen the prince and stolen so much limelight, how can she allow Song Wanfeng to win her again and again.

Just as Zhao Xuanzhi was thinking about how to destroy it, Song Wanqing walked over.

"Xuanzhi, I'm sorry, I didn't know that Song Wanfeng's slut could dance a sword."

Seeing the bead chain in Song Wanqing's wrist, Zhao Xuanzhi's eyes darkened, and said: "Wanqing, I know, I don't blame you, Song Wanfeng has been hiding his power, I'm afraid I'm just waiting for a good shame today." ”

followed by a long lament, "I'm afraid that tonight, not only will we lose the game, but we will also lose our face." ”

Zhao Xuanzhi said that Song Wanqing naturally thought of it, looked at Song Wanfeng on the stage with gloomy eyes, and said ruthlessly: "Since this is the case, then don't let her win." ”

"But how can you keep her from winning?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xuanzhi immediately whispered: "It would be nice if there was something that could make her fall, in this way, Song Wanfeng will not only not be able to win, but will also be embarrassed." ”

"yes, if you can fall......"

Before she finished speaking, Song Wanqing suddenly reached out and stroked the bead chain on her wrist, and then said with a grim smile: "Yes, isn't it okay to let her fall?" ”

"What did you think of in the late Qing Dynasty?"

"Wait, I must let Song Wanfeng's slut lose miserably."

Song Wanqing only thought about making Song Wanfeng unlucky, but she didn't notice the faint sneer in Zhao Xuanzhi's eyes.

Song Wanqing took off the bead chain in his hand, tore off the rope vigorously, and threw the beads in his hand towards the stage when everyone was paying attention to Song Wanfeng's sword dance on the stage.

When she saw Song Wanfeng stepping on the beads, Song Wanqing smiled.

However, Song Wanfeng did not fall down as embarrassed as she imagined, and even saw Song Wanfeng smiling smugly at her while dancing the sword.

Immediately, Song Wanfeng kicked his foot, and a bead smashed into Song Wanqing's face at a very fast speed, and even Zhao Xuanzhi, who was sitting in the position and never moved, Song Wanfeng did not let go.

Seeing this, Chu Ziyu's body, which had already gotten up, sat back again.

Song Wanqing and Zhao Xuanzhi were angry, their fists clenched, and their long nails were deeply embedded in their palms, but they couldn't feel the slightest pain.

As soon as the dance was over, Song Wanfeng held the long sword in both hands, and then retreated, but just as she turned around and was about to return to Chu Ziyu's side, Song Wanfeng suddenly stepped on something under her feet, and the long sword in her hand seemed to fly forward uncontrollably.

Before anyone had time to react, the long sword pierced through the sky and went straight towards the top of Song Wanqing's head, shaving her hair bun and scattering her hair.

Song Wanqing let out a frightened scream, no matter how cruel she was, when the sword flew towards her, the feeling of being close to death was terrifying.

And Song Wanfeng, when he fell to the ground, Chu Ziyu reached out in time to hug him.

Zhao Xuanzhi was glad that she did not make a move on Song Wanfeng, but provoked Song Wanqing to do it, otherwise with Song Wanfeng's means, the sword would definitely fall in front of her.

"What's going on?"

"Back to the emperor, Feng'er stepped on this bead, so he accidentally slipped and fell." Chu Ziyu bent down and picked up the beads on the ground.

"Bring it in."

The father-in-law hurriedly reached out and took the bead and handed it to the emperor.

Song Wanqing, who was still sad about her hair, couldn't take care of her hair anymore when she saw this, racking her brains to think about what to do, and she must not let people find out that she did it.

"Check, give me a good check, who is so bold and dares to murder the official of the court."

"Yes!"

Song Wanqing knew that no one could find out about herself, but she couldn't think of a way for a while, when she saw Caiyue, Song Wanqing's eyes were cold, and then she exclaimed.

"Yikes! Isn't that my chain of beads? Caiyue, what's going on? Didn't I hand over this beaded chain to you for safekeeping? How did it come to be like this? ”

Caiyue on the side was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while.

When she reacted, she suddenly remembered what Caiyun had said to her before, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes, but she was glared at fiercely by Song Wanqing and threatened.

"You don't want your parents and brothers to be better, do you?"

Saizuki closed her eyes in despair.

"Back to the emperor, this bead is Qing'er's bead chain, which Qing'er asked for in Hanshan Temple before, bless safety, when dancing, Qing'er was worried that he would accidentally lose the bead chain, so he took off the bead chain and handed it to Qing'er's maid."

said something pretendedly, and then asked Caiyue: "Caiyue, what's going on?" How can a good chain of beads be scattered everywhere, and why don't you tell the truth quickly? ”

As soon as Song Wanfeng saw it, he knew that Song Wanqing was using a fake trick again, and all the blame was put on the maid Caiyue.

Thinking of her previous life, she has also taken the blame for her countless times, this trick, Song Wanqing used it can be said to be unskilled, and thinking of Liu Mulan too, she really deserves to be a mother and daughter, the same color.

hate, only hate himself in his previous life, but he was blinded by the illusion of this mother and daughter, and finally ended up like that.

Caiyue closed her eyes in despair, held back her tears, and knelt down to cry and plead.

"Ask the emperor, the four princesses spare their lives, after the four princesses handed over the bead chain to the slave maid, the slave maid wanted to talk about it, but was bumped by someone, the bead chain fell out, the slave and the maid looked for a long time and did not find it, probably accidentally stepped on the rope and broke it, and the beads were scattered everywhere."

When Song Wanqing heard this, her face became ugly, and it was impossible for Caiyue not to understand the meaning of her words.

Song Wanqing, who was still a little unwilling, kept glaring at Caiyue, in a vain attempt to let Caiyue pull Song Wanfeng into the water, but Caiyue didn't want to say it.

The eldest lady has no grievances with her, and Caiyue doesn't want to implicate Song Wanfeng, especially after experiencing Caiyun.

Seeing this, Song Wanqing was angry, but she had to endure it.

"Ask the emperor to spare his life, the four princesses spare their lives, the slave and maid really didn't mean it." Caiyue knew that she would not escape death, and at this moment kowtowing and begging for mercy, she was just struggling before she died.

Caiyue begged for mercy like this, if Song Wanqing, who was the master, didn't open his mouth again, he was afraid that he would fall into notoriety.

Like after being reborn, she doesn't want Gong Dou to ask everyone to collect: () After being reborn, she doesn't want Gong Dou to search for the fastest update.