The Qiming Hall was empty, and there was only one emperor, looking down on a graceful girl from above.

Many people think that this is the most noble place in Southern Wu, and countless people want to come here, sit on the dragon chair, condescending, and hold power, which leads them to keep fighting.

But if they sat up today and looked at the empty hall, they might be invaded by that cold atmosphere and feel a chill all over their bodies.

This is certainly the most noble place, but it is also the loneliest, and the heart is not strong enough, sitting on it, will only destroy itself.

This is a place where only lonely people can sit, and if they sit on it, what kind of family, friendship, and kindness...... None of them can be had.

Guan Xianyun raised his head of the show, and looked at Li Zenan with bright eyes.

She realized that everyone else was really gone, and in the Qiming Palace, there were really only two people left, her and Li Zenan.

Li Zenan looked at her deeply and didn't speak, he was waiting.

There was a dead silence in the Qiming Palace.

On that day, the envoys of Southern Wu came to see him and presented a splendid map of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and Guan Xianyun danced in the city, and he was indeed amazed.

He loves flowers, and of course he loves beauties, no, it's appreciation, it's just appreciation.

He ordered that Guan Xianyun should not be harmed, but if he found her, he would bring her over.

It's just that Guan Xianyun didn't resist, and he was a little surprised by this.

But it became clear to him that he needed to watch out for this woman.

He had one hand on the dragon's scabbard, and the sword was lying on the handle of the dragon's chair.

He is very confident and conceited, and everyone in the world thinks that there is nothing he can't do.

Even if Guan Xianyun is very dangerous, he has to agree to the other party's request to remove the others, and only the two of them are left, and Guan Xianyun will jump to show him.

"Wouldn't it be a lot less fun without the flute to accompany you?"

Guan Xianyun suddenly spoke, breaking the calm.

Her voice is like an empty valley orchid, with a very special and tranquil beauty.

"Although the piano flute is beautiful, it is not as good as Miss Xianyun's dancing posture one-ten-thousandth, not to say that it is a foil, it can only be corrupted." Li Zenan said with a smile.

"I really can't imagine that someone like you can say good things." Guan Xianyun's tone couldn't tell if it was mockery.

She moved forward with a gentle step.

Li Zenan sat up straight, and he realized that Guan Xianyun was going to dance.

As soon as she rolled up her sleeves, a gentle wind seemed to come in the quiet Qiming Palace.

This is a starting style, which is very special, but it represents the charm of her Guan Xianyun.

She opened her arms and spun in a circle, and the lotus skirt spread out in all directions, and the elegant color seemed to have a few fragrances.

Her dance is very light, like riding the wind in the sky, she is the Chang'e of Guanghan, and she is also the jade girl of Qingxiao, her dance does not belong to the world, only to the heavenly palace.

She spun in circles again, but this time not in place, but in a step forward.

She spun around again, one step closer to the dragon chair.

Li Zenan's smile didn't know when it completely retracted, and he became a little expressionless.

Guan Xianyun's dance rhythm began to speed up, faster and faster, but her steps were not rushed, but became lighter and lighter, everything seemed to be flowing smoothly, smooth and brisk.

Li Zenan looked down at the stone slab in front of Guan Xianyun, and a slight crack appeared on it.

He frowned slightly, and his left hand tightened the imperial dragon's scabbard.

Guan Xianyun was getting closer and closer to him, and now he was only ten zhang.

He could feel an invisible murderous aura mixed with this beautiful dance, approaching his face.

General Weiyuan's scruples were right, it would be a dance of death, especially when facing him Li Zenan.

But he won't regret anything, what he wants to do, since he has decided, he will definitely do it, Guan Xianyun's dance is captivating, he must see it, even if the murderous aura is on his neck, he will not question his decision.

The stone slab in front of Guan Xianyun cracked more and more obviously, densely, like a spider web spreading.

An invisible wind wafted around her, and the scent of her body was also permeating.

Soft and gentle, it's like a girl telling love words.

Li Zenan's eyes began to turn cold, and his left hand grasped the scabbard and held it horizontally in front of him.

It's just that his body still sits up straight, maintaining the same posture.

Guan Xianyun spun around and jumped into the air, she didn't look like she really jumped up, but like she floated up.

The lotus skirt was stretched, wrapped in fragrant wind, and she unfolded a beautiful picture for the Qiming Palace.

She is eight feet away from Li Zenan.

She landed on the ground like a light veil.

But the stone slab under her lotus feet was shattered and fell apart.

Li Zenan's right hand grasped the hilt of the imperial dragon's sword, but he didn't pull it out.

A terrifying "potential" poured out of his body, and that "potential" was not visible, but it was like an entity.

Guan Xianyun's murderous aura hidden in the dance has threatened him, he does not allow his imperial authority to be offended, he is the first emperor of the ages.

That kind of "potential" crossed the dragon chair, over the incense burner, over the steps, and came to Guan Xianyun's approach.

Guan Xianyun's phoenix eyes made brief contact with his eyes, and then quickly moved away.

Li Zenan could see that in Guan Xianyun's eyes, that emotion was called shock.

It doesn't show itself in particular, it quickly disappears, and it's very faint, but it does exist.

Guan Xianyun was indeed shocked.

Before killing Wang Du and the general who caused the mutiny outside the city, no one knew that he Li Zenan was an unknown powerhouse, and Guan Xianyun was the same.

His strength is still not known by many people in the Northern Tang Dynasty, and Guan Xianyun, who is in Southern Wu, will not know either.

Guan Xianyun wanted to kill him, and thought that he had grasped his weakness, self-confidence, and even conceit.

Facts have proved that Li Zenan is indeed confident and conceited, but he is not blind and stupid.

Guan Xianyun's dance did not pause or stagnate, and she withstood the compelling "momentum", and the distance between herself and Li Zenan was still narrowing.

The dance has already begun, and it will continue until the end, and there is no need to pause in between.

Her rhythm accelerated, her body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, her slender body danced a graceful trajectory under the steps, but her figure began to become less and less real, she was the wind, she was the fragrance, she was the bright color, she melted into this world, and the world became one, her dance was the force of nature, affinity, perfection.

The smoke curling from the inside of the incense burner was cut into countless sections, and the delicate patterns on the outside were as if they had been slashed by a sword, full of marks.

The murderous aura had already come to Li Zenan's dragon robe, and a corner of his clothes was floating to the ground.