Yan Yingcai, who got Nangong Han's approval, didn't care what others said, and skillfully fused the Tai Chi, Taekwondo, and Judo learned in her previous life into a sword dance.

Sometimes impassioned, sometimes like a goddess scattering flowers, sometimes like a shining sun, sometimes retreating as advance, and everyone was stunned.

Of course, some people are overjoyed, and some people are indeed resentful.

Yan Ying's mouth also cooperated with Yue Fei's: "Angry hair rushes to the crown and leans on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests, raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce."

Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad...... Wait to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, facing the sky. ”

This sword dance and this poem were repeatedly studied and practiced for the school's New Year's Day party in my previous life, and I didn't think that they would be useful.

Yan Ying really felt that what her mother said was right, and she didn't have a lot of skills.

Eat more to grow meat, the wise saying, immortal.

Nangong Han and Yan Xiongsan listened to the words, as if they were in the battlefield of the battle, the country was stable, and the horse made Lu Fei was fast, and their blood boiled for a while.

Those eventful years, cleaning up the mountains and rivers, are unforgettable.

The feelings of family and country are far longer than the love of children, which is impassioned and haunting dreams.

Even the silent Steward Huang on the side was excited with tears in his eyes,

This is indeed her daughter, if she doesn't sing, she has become a blockbuster, and if she doesn't fly, she has soared into the sky.

There were faint tears in the corners of Steward Huang's eyes, as if he saw the girl in blue clothes with bright eyes and bright teeth rashly throwing away a sword.

Compared with Yan Xin's light breeze, Yan Ya gritted her teeth angrily, and the moon season on her hand gave her spicy hands to destroy the flowers, and for a while, there were messy flowers and leaves scattered on the ground.

Even Yun Yishu also showed a dissatisfied look on her face, and it seemed that she was unexpectedly surprised by Yan Ying's good performance.

She could go to great lengths to make her fall willingly, and she didn't think that this was a surprise attack.

She naturally saw the praise of the prince and the marquis.

The fingers unconsciously twisted the handkerchief fiercely, but Yan Xin on the side still had a dignified smile on her face, which made people unable to see the deep pool of emotions in her eyes.

Nangong Han also looked at everyone with his spare eyes, and sure enough, his expressions were different, wonderful.

I just had to applaud.

The little Ding'an Hou Mansion is also mixed.

When Yan Ying stopped dancing, her body couldn't support it.

It took a few steps to stand firm, and Nangong Han's hand hidden under his sleeve had a faint impulse, wanting to reach out and help Yan Ying, who spoke amazingly.

After Yan Ying stabilized her footsteps, she thought to herself that this body was still too bad, and she would strengthen her practice in the future, otherwise how could she immediately fall down when she encountered a male god?

How do you fight 300 rounds?

For the sake of her future happiness, she must strengthen her exercise.

Yan Xiongsan was the first to react, and shouted with a look of surprise: "Ying'er came over and let Dad take a good look."

Yan Ying unnaturally straightened her somewhat messy dress, and obediently walked in front of the cheap dad and performed a proper etiquette, looking not arrogant or impatient.

is overjoyed by the cheap daddy, in fact, she doesn't know how to get along.

Nangong Han found that although Yan Ying walked extremely fast, her steps were very steady, and even the jade pendant on her waist did not move at all.

It seems to have been specifically trained.

I have a deep curiosity about Yan Ying in my heart, this unknown second lady who is not yet welcomed is indeed intriguing.

Although he was poorly dressed, he still survived.

He smiled unconsciously.

Hu Fei felt that he had seen a ghost today, and the smile of seeing the prince at this meeting was more than usual for a year.

Nangong Han recalled that when she danced the sword just now, she was relaxed, and some of the moves were strange even for the well-informed.

Could it be that this woman who looks thin and doesn't pull a few pounds actually knows martial arts?

And the tricks are weird and unheard of.

This kind of realization made Nangong Han excited and annoyed.

This trick...

It's really the most amazing thing in the world.

And her elusive medical skills, does the Ding'an Hou Mansion know or not?

Cheap Daddy didn't think about it so much, he was very excited to hold her hand, and his smile was like a flower that bloomed in autumn.

Is it true that he is still reminiscing about the scene just now? Is he dreaming?

He never imagined that his daughter, whom he had neglected for a long time, would grow into a father who surprised him overnight.

But Yan Xiongsan forgot, how could a child grow up overnight?

Besides, the original owner couldn't feel his surprise for a long time.

Yan Ying has a desolate feeling at this moment, where the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

I saw Yan Xiongsan say excitedly: "Before, your mother said that you don't like to read and write.

I don't like female workers in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I went to see your works.

Your mother holds your unsightly embroidered women and coarse handwriting.

At that time, I was so angry that I thought that you were very different from your birth mother, and that I had not inherited her good character at all.

I gradually became disappointed in you, and I didn't expect that our Ying'er was also diligent and hard-working, with unique skills.

Your mother will be as ecstatic as her father, good boy, did you make that word yourself? ”

For the content of the poem just now, he is still unsatisfied, it is a living field, full of spirit, how much pride and ambition are in the words.

Although some ambitions have not been rewarded, but it is hearty and dripping.

If it was made by his own daughter, Yan Xiongsan felt that his Ying'er had a promising future, and he was really negligent before.

Yan Ying shook her head and said that it was written by a general named Yue Fei, and Yan Xiong had a subtle hint of disappointment on his face.

Yun Yishu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's not bad to be able to memorize it, my mother urged you to study hard before, and you still go to your heart, and my mother seems to be very pleased."

Yun Yishu showed a tactful smile.

Yan Xin's eyes rolled and said, "Seeing that my sister is sweating, do you want Ziyue to send you back to the courtyard."

Yan Ying hadn't spoken yet, and Nangong on the side said with a cold face: "I don't know where General Yue Fei is in the mouth of the second lady now, this king has been galloping across the field for many years and has never heard of it."

Yan Ying was speechless for a while: You are too serious.

Nangong Han saw that Yan Ying didn't answer for a while, and said with a sneer: "If you are a woman who is waiting for a boudoir to lie, I am afraid that your husband's family will not like it in the future."

"I didn't." Yan Ying straightened her neck and said.

"Then if you say another word, I will listen, and I will believe you." Nangong Han's eyes were full of danger signals.

Yan Xin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Lord Wang, you don't have to be serious, the second sister may be hearsay."

"Then you also hearsay a song that I am refreshing?" Nangong Han said seriously.

Yan Xin just wanted to speak, and writing poetry has always been difficult for her.

She has the title of the first talented woman in the country of the Apocalypse, and it is not easy to write poetry.

"It's better than what your second sister did just now, or she will bear the title of the first talented woman in vain." After Nangong Han finished speaking, he looked like he was listening.