"Song ......"

Jun Changfeng's face was worried, Jun Qinge gave him a reassuring look, and then said something in his ear and stood up.

"Since the queen mother has spoken, then she will obey the order."

"Haha, there's a good show to watch now, and I don't know what this gentleman can play, if he loses people by then, it will be interesting when it spreads throughout the capital."

"That's it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really unlucky to have such a princess, not only is she a fool, but she is also so ugly, she sneers, and imagines that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so pitiful."

……

The surrounding discussions all came to Mo Beiche's ears, and his face became more and more gloomy at this moment.

Xia Jingyao's beautiful eyes looked down, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

Jun Qingge didn't seem to see everyone's gaze, and walked straight to a guard, "This big brother, borrow your sword and use it." ”

Then, when the guard didn't react, he drew his sword with a 'brush'.

Walking to the front of the stage, he jumped lightly, and his plain clothes drew a light arc in the wind.

This scene made everyone stunned.

What does this gentleman want to do?

I saw Jun Tingge on the stage wrapping a sword flower around his wrist, his figure was as light as a swallow, and a swirling plain clothes flew in the air, like opening the clouds, confusing people's eyes.

Suddenly, a piano sound rose to the sky, far away and ethereal, Jun Changfeng sat in front of the guqin, his fingers flew on the piano, and the sword dancing Jun on the stage cooperated, full of tacit understanding.

The piano and sword merge perfectly, reverberating in the sky.

The corners of Jun Tiange's mouth were raised, and with a slight touch of his toes, the sword in his hand was thrown out in an instant, "Zheng——! With a bang, a hint of fierceness arose!

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

……

A song of Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" slowly chanted out of Jun Xiange's mouth, her voice was not as delicate as a woman's, cold as the water of a secluded spring, and a little more cold and arrogant and fierce.

As soon as the two lines of poetry came out, not only the people in the park, but even Mo Beiche on the high platform was slightly stunned.

Jun Xiangge's posture is more and more passive, and his face is cold.

The sword in her hand seemed to merge with her, and the blade flashed in the light and shadow, faster and faster, gradually transforming into a Dao sword shadow, confusing people's eyes.

Mo Beiche looked at the cold and absolute woman on the stage, for a moment, his face was full of shock and incredulity.

Is this really that stupid gentleman's song?

Is it really the waste that can't do anything after him every day?

Who said she couldn't understand the words?

If you don't understand the text, how can you make such a poem?

As the sound of the piano became more and more excited, Jun Tingge jumped into the air, and his body was like a swift swallow, falling on the stone pillar of the high platform.

The beam of light shone on her plain clothes, glowing with a little light.

Like a fairy bathed in the sun, the wind is clear.

"Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

Jun poured out the song and finished the rest of the poems in one breath, and the cyan sword light drew a sharp arc in the air.

Her posture is not as thin as a willow like a woman.

The sword in her hand has no fancy moves, it is simple and sharp, and there is a faint aura of slaughter.

Graceful and majestic, like a concise painting.

With the sound of the faint piano, she flew and threw the sword, the blade of the sword pierced the air, and flew into the scabbard of the guard with a "brush"!

The sound of the piano faded away, and the breeze rolled up her plain and thin shirt, and her wide robe flew and her wide sleeves were like clouds.