"I'm tired of the second brother. Nangong Wuwei smiled disdainfully, this Cloud King is so positive, it's not that he has taken a fancy to the people around him, and wants to take this opportunity to express his appearance.

After taking the long sword, the Cloud King stood on the stage. The original smile disappeared in an instant, and the solemn aura from the battlefield burst out, rolling like a wave that suddenly stimulated it.

Raising his head with his chest straight, the person standing on the stage suddenly moved, and the long sword in his hand rose in response, piercing the air in front of him with a "brush".

Under the sun, that figure danced, and the sharp sword burst out with dazzling color under the sun, and every time he turned around and forced, the tip of the sword was lightly raised, and the piercing sound broke through the air.

The snake-like long sword was picked up again and again, and the people on the stage had already forgotten themselves, and in their cold eyes, it seemed that there were enemies standing all around, and every time they made a move, it was a killing move!

Good martial arts! The light in her eyes was revealed, and the corners of her mouth were raised, she didn't expect King Yun's skills to be so powerful, she thought he was just a paper tiger, relying on his relationship to kill the enemy, but she didn't expect that there were two brushes.

Compared with the sixth prince Nangong Wuwei, his martial arts are more concise and concise, perhaps the reason for killing the enemy all year round, he is decisive and sharp, and he will definitely not give the enemy a way to live.

It is precisely because of this that the Twelve bow their heads slightly, and often on top of these simple details, they can reveal their humanity. The cloud king in front of him is not a guy to mess with.

Nangong Wuwei sat beside Twelve, his gaze swept over King Yun, only a surprised light flashed in an instant, and then it was natural, as if nothing else had happened, still adding tea to Twelve.

After a song, King Yun put away his sword and stood up, transporting back the internal force in the dantian before exhaling a breath of turbidity.

"Papapa!" The little hands clapped their hands, and Twelve just smiled indifferently, got up and said: "His Royal Highness King Yun is really good at martial arts, since there is such a Yaxing, I will also offer ugliness, for the two highnesses to present a song." ”

"Oh, Shen Yu, do you want to dance the sword too?" King Yun couldn't help but be surprised, generally speaking, everyone can only play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, where can they dance with swords and swords.

Taking the long sword in King Yun's hand, Twelve shook his head and smiled: "Naturally, I don't know martial arts like you, I can only dance swords, simple sword dancing." ”

"Huh. Back in his seat, King Yun looked at the little man on it, not knowing what kind of surprise the person in front of him would give him.

As Twelve said, she was just an ordinary sword dancer.

As soon as the center of gravity sank, the feet were naturally separated, and the long sword hanging in front of him walked with him, the center of gravity shifted, and the long sword moved. Not as fierce as the Cloud King, but heavy and powerful. The slow movements are not as light and euphemistic as the sword dance, but there is a depressing momentum in it.

The slow movement made King Yun a little surprised, looking at the person in front of him with a little embarrassment, this simple action, as if it was slowing down, it was like an old lady dancing a sword, not daring to advance quickly, only pushing the long sword slowly.

However, he was embarrassed to say it directly, after all, Twelve is a performance, not a place to find fault.

Even the palace maids who were looking around couldn't help but be stunned, snorted, and covered their mouths one after another, where is this sword dance, it is clearly dancing in slow motion. Weird, ignorant.

Only, a fine light flashed in Nangong Wuwei's eyes, and that wise light flashed in an instant. The corners of his mouth were raised, but his hands were crossed to his lips, and his deep eyes hid feelings that others couldn't read.

It is worthy of a woman from another continent! The seemingly slow movements were invisibly dissolving the movements that King Yun had just practiced. King Yun's martial arts are too upright, his attacks are fierce, and he has repeatedly killed him. However, the sword technique that Twelve is dancing now completely dismantles the sword moves of the Cloud King, and at the same time, even the offensive movements are also mixed in it.

It looks like dancing, but in fact, it is hidden inside. People outside the industry can only look at her slow motion, and people in the industry know how powerful her swordsmanship is.

According to the sword moves of the Cloud King, the twelve will practice the Tai Chi swordsmanship and play it with the action of dismantling the moves. This Tai Chi swordsmanship was originally to overcome rigidity with softness, and Yun Wang's swordsmanship was too sharp, no matter which move it was, it could be easily disassembled. She didn't bother to memorize it, but his sword moves appeared clearly in her mind.

Condensing the qi, collecting the sword, and transporting all the breath in the body back to the dantian, Twelve opened his eyes, looked at the girls around him who were covering their mouths and snickering, and then looked at the smiling but somewhat embarrassed Yun Wang, just raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Hehe, Shen Yu, your swordsmanship is a little weird, but it's pretty good. With a smile, King Yun could only answer like this, he didn't know what was hidden in the twelve's swordsmanship, he only knew that the slow swordsmanship, how to kill the enemy on the battlefield, I was afraid that he couldn't even touch the enemy's spear.

Hearing King Yun's reply, Twelve was a little lost, and wanted to practice this set of swordsmanship to let King Yun know the shortcomings in his swordsmanship, but this man actually had no understanding, she played Tai Chi swordsmanship for half an hour, and he was actually drowsy, and he didn't even understand the way of swordsmanship.

That's it. Twelve sighed in his heart, and walked back with his sword in his backhand.

Nangong Wuwei, who was sitting, laughed softly: "I understand, but I don't understand." You've both performed, and you've got to talk about me. Twelve, I like that you can take a good look at me on stage, I will show a different side. ”

"Hmph. Reaching out and throwing out the sword, Twelve sat down indifferently.

Nangong didn't do anything or talk nonsense, he walked to the stage with a long sword at the moment, stood with his sword suspended, his right hand flipped over, the long sword in his hand trembled, with a calm and sharp taste, and suddenly stabbed forward.

Rigidity and softness, defense can be attacked, advance can be defended. The move is sharp, but there is no killing move, and while attacking, it can completely protect itself. The long sword flew over, and the red figure spread vertically and horizontally, fast or slow, which attracted the hearts of countless girls.

His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, the only prince born to a girl, lives in this Wuwei Palace. Because at the time of his birth, the emperor decided that this son had not done anything and named him Wuwei. However, such a sixth prince is the most outstanding one among the many princes. But at the same time, he is also the most useless of the princes.

He doesn't participate in anything, he doesn't do anything, it's as if he inherited the inaction in his name. However, when the court was in danger and the country was in crisis, he stepped forward and was able to resolve a disaster. It was precisely because of this that the emperor noticed him, and his status rose, and at the same time, he was in danger of the status of the great prince.

The battle between the princes, the people who originally supported Nangong Wuxi, also turned to Nangong Wuwei, this is a gamble, the winner can get glory and wealth, and the loser is to lose his own qiē, and even the life of the entire family!

In this way, people who have not been noticed have appeared with a new look and have been sought after by countless people. His appearance and his future have made countless women fall in love.

Because he is not a concubine, he is now twenty-three years old and has no marriage partner! After this birthday, there will be another bloody storm.

"This is ......" Even King Yun was stunned for a moment, looking at the people on the stage in front of him, but his heart trembled, it was clearly the set of swordsmanship he played just now, but Nangong Wuwei's technique was more calm, and it was a higher level than the sword he danced.

How is it possible, is the person in front of him really a genius? He just rehearsed it once, and he actually remembered it!

Collecting the work, Nangong Wuwei wiped the sweat on his forehead, he naturally couldn't remember it again, but after practicing it again, he completely memorized this set of swordsmanship, and played it together with the attack and defense, and sure enough, the effect was above the Cloud King.

"Twelve, how do you say I danced? I don't know what I do, I can be regarded as having half a bucket of water, right?" Nangong Wuwei chuckled and walked down quickly.

Twelve just raised his eyebrows, "The perception is good, but it's a pity that there is only one-third of the water, and you still need more practice, let's eat." ”

"Okay, but no matter how I say it, I've improved, won't you reward me?" Looking at Twelve, Nangong Wuwei showed a resentful expression.

And the cold man just picked up the chicken butt and threw it towards Nangong Wuwei's bowl, "Eat this, nourish your skin, beautify it, and increase skin elasticity." ”

“...... I don't eat chicken butts!"

The man who wanted to cry without tears wanted to clip the triangular object out of the bowl, but it was given by twelve, and his contradictory heart and distorted expression made the palace maids next to him laugh.

Putting that nasty thing in his mouth, Nangong Wuwei almost cried, "It's delicious, it's delicious, it tastes so good......"

"Forget about you, I don't eat chicken butts, this is the ......reward for you," he said, and Twelve's chopsticks moved, sandwiching the chicken head into Nangong Wuwei's bowl.

"I don't eat chicken heads!"

The miserable sound echoed throughout the house, and the hilarious sound spread far away, and after a meal, Nangong Wuwei, who was originally shining, was like a defeated rooster, sitting on the Taishi chair dying, thinking that he had eaten a chicken butt, and almost vomited his lunch.

I didn't expect Twelve to be so black-bellied, and actually give him the most annoying thing!

Or, rather, he's a picky eater. Ginger, garlic, and chopped green onions are all not eaten, bitter gourd, green pepper, coriander, carrot, ...... All stand aside, even eating meat is also particular, not too old or too raw, must be the essence of the meat, stir-fried, steamed, the taste must be perfect.

Such a difficult master can be regarded as a complete training of the chef's skills.

When he saw the twelve garlic clips in his bowl, he was not happy, and he swallowed the garlic in one gulp, and his whole stomach was menstruating.

In this way, the two in front of me are really a perfect match.

Where is such a hypocritical person, if it is Ling Yuhan's man, even if he is asked to eat stool, he will ...... Ahem, I will never eat it. In short, Yu Han is not so picky, a good man who eats everything.

"Your Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, have you rested?" the eunuch standing outside whispered, and the guards who spoke in his ear quickly retreated and left the gate.

Nangong Wuwei just waved his hand casually, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"