These barbarians were armed with scimitars, and although they were far away from Emperor Jing, their war dances were shown to Emperor Jing.

A big country, the king of a country, is now provoked by a small barbarian.

This made Emperor Jing endure it, so his face became more and more ugly.

The surrounding ministers were also very nervous by this oppressive atmosphere.

The imperial concubine, who is usually arrogant and domineering, wishes that she did not exist at this time.

The aura of the man next to her pressed her breathlessly.

On the contrary, the queen on the side looked at the people of the barbarian country, and the expression on her face showed resentment.

She hated these barbarians who provoked her country.

The hatred that burst out of his eyes made General Fu, who was sitting in the audience, feel unbearable and distressed.

The Barbarian Dance ended in less than a quarter of an hour.

Prince Tatashenku was proud of the fact that the faces of the people around him had become ugly.

This shows that they are a barbarian country and a feared strength.

Until the final battle dance was put away, these people were stacked one by one, standing in the center of the hall with the scimitars in their hands facing the surrounding civil and military officials.

These barbarians did not target the scimitar to the man on the dragon chair.

Zhong Dequan reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The tension around is ignited at the touch of a button.

If these barbarians do something transgressive and turn their swords in the wrong direction, I am afraid they will see blood today.

Emperor Jing looked at these barbarian people, and the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile.

Good! Very good!

The monarch of a great country has been provoked by the people of the barbarian country today.

Emperor Jing couldn't turn his face at this time, and even had to be rewarded.

"Good! Reward! ”

When Prince Tatasinku heard this, he immediately stood up, "Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

For this insincere thanks, Emperor Jing looked disdainful, but said softly: "Prince Tata doesn't have to be polite. ”

Next up is the dancing girls of the workshop.

They danced the graceful dance of this dynasty, and Emperor Jing's face did not improve in the slightest.

He knew that the people of the barbarian country would behave like this, and he would inevitably let the men in the army of this dynasty kill the sharp spirit of the barbarian country.

"Zhong Dequan!"

"Old slave in ......"

Zhong Dequan approached Emperor Jing, who gave a few expressionless orders, and the latter quickly left.

When the queen heard Emperor Jing's order, her face showed a little disagreement.

Emperor Jing instructed the people in the sect to rehearse a killing move that was more domineering than the people of the barbarian country in a short period of time.

This is too difficult, even if the people in the workshop are men, they can't have the murderous aura of the men on the battlefield.

If you want to fight back against the barbarians, you must have iron-blooded means.

Zhong Dequan didn't know how to do it, so he called a team of people with good kung fu in the Imperial Forest Army and walked towards the teaching workshop.

This old guy has served Emperor Jing for many years, and he knows the other party's temperament too well.

……

Jiuji, who was wiping the apse of the Qianqing Palace, was a little strange at this time.

She had just wiped the blue and white porcelain in her hand when she suddenly had a headache.

The blue and white porcelain in his hand fell to the ground, and it was already broken and there was no possibility of repair.

Kuhime covered her head, feeling an unbearable headache.

The pain on his face makes people feel a little substitute for it.

It's just because of the pain of the beautiful face, and the fragility of the eyes.

After the headache, her eyes glazed over a bit, as if she lacked a soul.

Raise your feet and walk towards the door.

Acting as if they were out of control.

"Nine Hime! Where are you going? ”

When Zhong Dequan walked towards the workshop, he ran into Jiuji, who was also walking towards him.

Jiu Ji came back to her senses, her brows furrowed.

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