The man in the crown suit was speechless for a while, his face gradually turned red, and the sound of silk and bamboo music sounded, seeing that Zhaowen and Yuanshui were about to appear, and the people on the side secretly pulled his sleeves.

"Forget it."

Yue Su flowing water, phoenix flying phoenix, today's Ruilian Tang this new song, called "Huang Di", the noble girl is alluring, luxurious and graceful, quite a metaphor for the royal family of Haotian.

Zhao Wen deliberately looked to the side before coming to the stage, Xiao Er said that there was a big patron with a generous hand, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this look, Zhao Wen sighed in his heart.

Your Majesty?

Ji Xin looked at Zhao Wen and nodded in acknowledgement.

Why is the king coming today? Zhao Wen was slightly in a trance, Yuan Shui walked to his side and touched her inadvertently, and she reacted.

"Next, please enjoy Ruiliantang's new work - "Huangdi"!"

The hall master left the stage after announcing the curtain.

Yuan Shui wore a large peony and red Xialuo, dressed in a thin golden silk smoke and green veil, with a hollow flying phoenix golden step on his head, dancing with the dance steps, making a dingdong sound.

Zhao Wen played on the side, the light blue gauze with the white light gauze on the shoulder, fluttering and sprinkling.

At the climax of the performance of "Huang Di", many people applauded.

"I heard that the noble daughter of King Haotian was born, and she is stunning and captivating, this phoenix has the meaning of a phoenix contract, the phoenix is a man, the phoenix is a woman, and I don't know which phoenix the king will welcome in the future?"

There were good deeds in the audience who discussed.

Hearing this, Zhao Wen glanced at the person who spoke, and saw that his appearance was flat and playful, and he knew that he was just an ordinary person with vassal elegance, and just turned his head, he saw that a man beside him seemed to have something hidden in his cuffs.

Looking at it again, Zhao Wen was shocked, and in the panic, he played a wrong note, Yuan Shui, who was dancing, noticed that something was wrong, and glanced at Zhao Wen, Zhao Wen hurriedly lowered his head, and was very flustered in his heart.

If you read it right, the silver light is a dagger? But here is Ruilian Hall, what is the purpose of hiding a dagger in his sleeve? Don't......

Zhao Wen was thinking about it, Yuan Shui had danced to the last chapter, the flowers were raining down, the curtain was hanging down, and suddenly the lights were suddenly dim, Zhao Wen was on the stage, only to see a flash of cold light, she subconsciously got up and shouted.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

As soon as the words fell, eight or nine spectators jumped up from their seats, pulled out the dagger on their cuffs and stabbed straight at Ji Xian, Zheng Xize immediately got up, Ji Xian quickly retreated, and the first knife was slashed on the table.

"Go quickly, king."

Although Zheng Xize didn't know martial arts, he immediately set off the table to restrict the assassins' actions, and turned to Ji Xin and said.

Ji Xin didn't think much about it, took a deep look at Zheng Xize and immediately ran out of the door, and the assassin saw that Ji Xin had escaped, so he no longer pestered Zheng Xize at the moment, and immediately flew away from the door.

On the stage, Yuan Shui put away her dancing momentum and stopped Zhaowen, who was about to run to the salary,

"Don't forget, who didn't save you when he saw death, refused to see you, and abandoned you."

Yuan Shui's voice was cold, which made Zhao Wen wake up suddenly.

"......"

Zhao Wen's eyes were painful, but it was the king, the person who had given her warmth and saved her from fire and water.

Yuan Shui gently pulled Zhao Wen's hand.

"She's just using you, and now that you have no use value, she abandoned you, she is a pawn when you're a pawn, why should you work for her?"

Ruilian Hall had already fled in all directions because of such a change, and on the gently swinging stage, Zhao Wen lowered his hand weakly and stopped talking.

At this time, Jimo Qinghe was riding a horse and rushing back to the royal capital at the fastest speed in his life, faster, faster, even if it was a camp step by step, Jimo Qinghe finally knew what it was called heart-wrenching panic at this moment, he was running forward while staring at the sky, expecting and fearing in his heart.

Behind him, Fei Yuwei also tried his best to keep up with Jimo Qinghe, the Zuo Xiang, who had always been cold and unparalleled, was anxious at the moment, his breath was disordered, and his face was anxious, and the moon-white robe flew with the wind, as if he was whispering in the dark night, singing a sad song.

On Suzaku Street, a woman ran desperately, chasing after a number of people with daggers, the trader's Karakuri toys, and the lantern pole on the side of the road fell to the ground.