The atmosphere on the field changed suddenly, and the civil and military officials who originally dared to be angry but did not dare to speak looked at the girls in the field expectantly.

Xia Qianwei's feat in the Zhenguo Mansion is still talked about to this day, and at this moment, everyone forgot all kinds of gossip about Miss Xia San.

Many of the general's children immediately held their breath, at this juncture where no one dared to charge, the Yongle County Lord dared to stand in that place, and that courage was already beyond people's reach!

King Jin squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the strange figure intently, and at this moment, the girl who was in the spotlight suddenly raised a bright smile, and the pair of eyes full of confidence and flamboyance instantly illuminated everyone's originally gloomy mood.

With the sound of the horn that gradually entered the hearts of the people, Xia Qianwei's slender wrist slowly danced the long sword in her hand, step by step, and relaxed.

"It's not good. King Jin couldn't help laughing, who knew that as soon as the words fell, the momentum of the girl on the stage changed suddenly, and with the disappearance of the horn, a passionate rhythm came like a thousand horses galloping.

The original flowing long sword flashed, and the fiery red figure suddenly rose into the air, and the slender legs drew a sharp arc in the air to do a beautiful somersault, and then the murderous aura appeared, and the silver sword broke through the air and slashed, and the sharp friction sound was more touching than this war song.

"It seems that the mourning family has come at the right time. ”

A laugh came, and everyone saw that the Queen Mother, who had not appeared on such occasions for a long time, was slowly supported by King Ming.

The queen's eyes flashed, and she immediately ordered someone to quickly prepare two seats.

The Queen Mother gestured, as if she didn't want to disturb the girl on the stage, but the atmosphere around her was like a sharp arrow on a string, so tense that it seemed to explode at any time.

Hearing a tearing sound, the long sword in Xia Qianwei's hand suddenly cut through the drawing paper behind her, and the white debris fell on her body like the wind and sand on the battlefield.

"Good skill!" Wei Xuanqi in the seat looked at the light and agile figure, the light in his eyes couldn't be suppressed, and Xia Rouchun on the side bit his lower lip tightly from the moment Xia Qianwei appeared.

If her eyes could turn into poisonous juice, she couldn't wait to make the girl on the stage turn into a pool of blood in an instant!

Even King Jin gradually restrained his contemptuous expression, and saw that the huge screen gradually showed a paper-cut painting, and everyone finally understood that the county lord of Yongle was actually dancing with a sword and using the sword as a pen to cut out a magnificent picture of a thousand troops for them!

As the stirring war song echoed in everyone's ears for a long time, they seemed to see the thousands of bones that had long been forgotten, the fluttering broken battle flags, and the bloody shields and armor.

The girl wielding the silver sword on the stage instantly turned into a sharp weapon, and the souls of everyone trembled with intimidation.

Xia Yihai on the military general's table was already speechless, was that really his daughter?

No, she is!

Once upon a time, he also threw his head and spilled blood on the battlefield, and the ancestors of their Xia family were the same!

Who said that only men can glorify the lintel and serve the country loyally? His daughter is the real woman who does not let her eyebrows go!

Everyone couldn't calm down for a long time, it was difficult to describe the mood at this moment, their eyes gradually became firm, and when they looked at King Jin again, they no longer had the timidity of Fang Cai, and together with Emperor Chen, they also unconsciously straightened their waists and sat more and more firmly.

Seeing that the war song was about to come to an end, their eyes were reluctant to take their eyes off Xia Qianwei's body, and the fiery red figure was already burning in the depths of their eyes.

Suddenly, a pony quickly ran out from behind the screen, Xia Qianwei swung out the last sword, completing the majestic and magnificent map of a thousand armies, at the moment when the pony was coming, she quickly turned over and got on the horse, inserted the long sword in her hand into the Taichung, and then galloped away.

Everyone actually had an illusion, as if the girl on a horse jumped out of the picture scroll, as if the thousands of horses behind her would also pour out paper paintings in the next second, this immersive feeling was inextricable.

Just when she was still unsatisfied, Xia Qianwei suddenly pulled out the long sword hanging on the saddle and raised a curved bow.

She leaned down and rubbed the arrow on the ground for a while, and the arrow immediately ignited a spark, and everyone saw that the girl had drawn the bow steadily on horseback, and their hearts could not help but lift it.

"Heh, aren't you planning to burn that painting?"

Xia Rouchun couldn't help but say sarcastic words for a while, her gloomy face widened her eyes, just waiting to see what tricks Xia Qianwei could play.

However, with a burst of exclamation, the sharp arrow with flames flew out like lightning, and it was actually pierced in front of the paper-cut painting, and at some point a circle of powder was sprinkled on the ground, and a raging fire was ignited in an instant.

Subsequently, everyone was surprised to find that the originally white paper painting was gradually dyed with the color of sunset in that fireworks, like blood and tears, and the shouts of thousands of horses seemed to echo in their ears.

No one noticed that in the brocade guards in the shadows, a man's gaze became more and more hot and contradictory, and he regretted his impulse in front of the palace gate extremely much.

Such a proud woman, a moment ago, she was arguing with her over a trivial matter, and now how many people's hearts are gradually approaching her, but he is the only one who is getting farther and farther away from her.

Leng Yuhan held the saber at his waist tightly, he suddenly had a feeling of being at a loss, obviously at this moment, he should sit on the table and tell everyone with the proudest gesture that she was his wife who had not passed through the door, but now, they have become strangers.

At this time, the Queen Mother withdrew her gaze from Xia Qianwei with satisfaction, and turned to look at Emperor Chen and slowly opened her mouth, "What does the emperor think, how is this picture?"

Only then did Emperor Chen withdraw his gaze from the girl who had captivated the country and the city, and said with a confident smile, "The triumph of this thousand armies has an excellent meaning." ”

"Father, the son thinks that this is a picture of a sword mound. ”

Who knows, the crown prince Mu Yuan actually replied with a heavy tone, and Emperor Chen's brows couldn't help frowning, why did the prince suddenly say such an unlucky thing.

Mu Yuan didn't seem to see his dissatisfaction, but looked at the dazzling cut-out screen, "In every battle, only the surviving victor can go down in history, but we will always forget those souls who have given their lives, without them, how can we win?"

There was a sudden exclamation in the face of the banquet, and I saw that the paper painting, which was originally dyed with the color of the magnificent sunset, turned gray and black in the fading firelight, like a statue on the altar, and the long sword inserted in front of the painting, the red ribbon tied to the hilt of the sword was fluttering in the wind, which formed a sharp contrast with the depth behind it, and was particularly dazzling.

Everyone had already appreciated the sword mound diagram that the prince had said, and that tragic aura came to their faces.

"Imperial grandmother, my grandson has a reluctant request. At this time, the prince suddenly stood up.

The Queen Mother gave him a look and motioned for him to continue.

"My grandson thinks that this picture should be sacrificed in the royal temple, and the festival will be held every year to help those heroic souls who died in the frontier find their way back to their hometowns, may there be no more strife, and may the people of the four countries live and work in peace and contentment!"

These words echoed in everyone's ears for a long time, and when they looked at King Jin again, there was no longer the hostility they had before.

The purpose of this four-nation feast is not to maintain the peace and prosperity in front of us, and the quick recklessness will only hurt the harmony of all countries, and only the people will suffer in the end.

No one noticed that the queen had already looked deeply at Xia Qianwei, who had withdrawn from the stage in a low-key manner, she taught the prince what she said, right?