Emperor Huiwen smiled and bowed, many Wenchen in the hall began to feel uncomfortable, the drum was fast and slow, high and low, everyone only felt that the heartbeat was also chaotic, and suddenly in the ground, a melodious flute beat broke the rhythm of the drum. The sound of the flute is mostly resentful and soft, but the song played by Wei Peng makes people listen to it, like a breeze caressing the mountains and forests, flowing water through the mountain streams, and like a drizzle to moisten all things, and also extinguish the flames of war. The sound of the drum also changed the beat of the flute, slowed down, and the drum beat became slower and lower, as if it were strongly supported.

Suddenly there was something else, and the interpreter translated to Emperor Huiwen: "He, if he loses, he will punish his whole family." ”

Emperor Huiwen's face was cold, is this drummer fighting with Peng'er for internal strength? King Xuan looked at his son, Wei Peng's expression was calm, there was no pressure at all, and his heart was a little relaxed. When the drummer's beat became faster, he felt that this person used internal force, trying to interfere with Zhu Rao's heartbeat with the sound of the drum, when everyone was disturbed by his drum, the weaker the person would collapse sooner, the lighter would vomit and dizzy, and if it was serious, it would be internally injured, and those generals were not all good at internal strength, and it was difficult to have support, Wei Peng was a few good martial arts, of course, he also felt that it was inappropriate, even if He Teng and the guards around Emperor Huiwen understood, they couldn't reach out to the emperor and use internal force and the emperor resisted, So Wei Peng wanted to come to Xiao to resolve this skill.

The drumstick in the drummer's hand was raised again, and the rhythm began to recover, Wei Peng's eyes swept over him, and the sound of the flute suddenly became slower, like autumn flowers blooming quietly in the dark night, each petal slowly stretched, as if all the strength was exhausted, piece by piece, layer by layer, constantly unfolding. The drummer's face was getting redder and redder, apparently trying his best.

Wutuershu took the wine glass and drank it all, then picked up the chopsticks and tapped lightly on the tabletop, the sound was crisp, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, resolving the drummer's dilemma, Wei Peng's eyes flashed with anger, and he continued to play, the tune became bright again, like winter going to spring, everything recovered, Helan Xue's eyes flashed a trace of worry, they are two to one, Wutuer is on par with Wei Peng, and there are more drummers, will Wei Peng suffer?

Just thinking about it, Yang Jiulin's fingers beside him tapped lightly on the table, clattering, disrupting his Errao rhythm, the percussion sound was dull, but with penetrating power, the drum beat was deviated and messed up. Wei Peng and Wutuershu were not disturbed by it, and the sound of the flute and the tapping of chopsticks stuck to each other, and they were still entangled. The drummer turned out to be at the end of the crossbow, giving Yang Jiulin a sudden defeat and retreat, what is more, Helan Xue raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and was about to slap on the table, completely disrupting his drum beat, but Yang Jiulin pointed a little fingertip, the wine glass was shaken, and it fell again, making a muffled sound on the table, and the drummer's heart was also hit hard by this muffled sound, and the person finally gave up, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell on his back.

The speed in the hand of the Wutur technique slowly stopped, and Wei Peng did not entangle with him much, so he also slowed down and slowly retracted. There was no abnormality on both of his faces, and King Xuan's hanging heart was also relaxed. This one is considered Beidi's loss.

Wei Peng gave a salute to Emperor Huiwen, his eyes swept over Naduo and Wutuershu's faces, and turned to Naduo and said, "Do you want to teach the prince of this world?" Handing the flute to the attendant beside him, Shi Shiran sat down. His tone was full of mockery, this kind of goods is not worthy of his own shot, if he didn't dare to tease Helan Xue on the street, he would be more and less of him.

Naduo's face was blue and white for a while, he was beaten by Wei Peng on the street, and now there are bruises on his body, obviously he is not an opponent, Wei Peng has trampled himself under his feet. He wanted to shoot the case, but Hua Shuo beside him had already preemptively said: "The son of the world is so good at kung fu, I am really impressed." ”

Wei Peng smiled faintly and said, "It's just carving insect skills." ”

Hua Shuo raised his glass to Emperor Huiwen and said: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Jin, the minister of Beidi is the left minister Hua Shuo, and I wish Your Majesty good health and peace of the country." ”

The interpreter translated these words to Emperor Huiwen, and Emperor Huiwen raised his glass and said, "Please also convey my gratitude to your lord." ”

Hua Shuo's glass of wine resolved the embarrassment just now, the atmosphere in the hall eased again, the drummer and the drum had been carried down, Guo Qiang high-fived again, and the chamberlain carried the piano table to the center of the hall, a twenty-four or five-year-old woman slowly came in, gave a deep salute to Emperor Huiwen, sat at the table, her fingers stroked the strings, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded in the hall.

This woman is a musician in the harem, her piano skills are superb, everyone in the palace intuitively feels relaxed and happy, every pore of her body is like a spring breeze, Helan Xue whispered something to Yang Jiulin, Yang Jiulin nodded with a smile, probably praising this woman's superb piano skills. Hua Shuo and others are civil officials, they have a deep understanding of the Central Plains culture, they can naturally distinguish the good from the bad, and they can't help nodding in admiration, Heshu and Naduo lack of interest, where do you like the tone that this woman plays, it's okay to play with women, if these music, where is Beidi's drum music imposing, but this can no longer be said, just slapped in the face, that drummer is actually a master, both inside and outside, but he vomited blood to that Wei Peng and Yang Jiulin Mountain, this premise is that Wutuer Shu blocked a wave for him, otherwise I am afraid it will be even more ugly.

Although Heshu was captured, he refused to admit defeat from the bottom of his heart, and the morale of the army was affected by the Wutuer technique that day, and Wei Peng attacked strongly with a Lianzhu crossbow and a catapult, which caught them off guard, so he was captured in a panic, well, he had forgotten that he was stabbed in the ribs by Helan Xue's sword. The disdain in his eyes fell into the eyes of these Great Jin officials opposite, a mocking smile appeared on Helan Xue's face, and he turned his head sideways and muttered something to Yang Jiulin, his eyes glanced at Heshu, and the smile on Yang Jiulin's face was much deeper, obviously laughing at Heshu.

After this battle, the prestige of Heshu for many years was discredited, from the famous god of war in Beidi to the prisoner of the Dajin Dynasty, and the Dajin was imprisoned in the luxurious single room of the prison of the Criminal Department. Not only that, but he also asked his nephew to bring the national letter and beg them to let him go. I feel a little more guilty about my own royal brother, it is my own uselessness that has caused Beidi, if I have the opportunity, I will let you know that I am still the one who makes people fearful. These emotions all turned into anger, and the previous favor and humiliation had already turned into anger, and when he saw the woman on the other side smiling and groaning, he hated to rush over and kill her, no, and the Yang Hou next to her, and the Wei Peng beside Emperor Huiwen, they all deserved to die.