As soon as these words came out, a slight uproar immediately sounded in the entire Hanchun Palace.

"Order the Fifth Highness to dance?"

"Isn't it for His Highness to pretend to be a happy prostitute, how can this be done!"

"It's ridiculous......"

The ministers under the seat whispered in a low voice, and the noble ladies on the side also looked at Saihan and Zhao Pu with different expressions.

Daxuan women have always been subtle and introverted as the beauty, and meditation and cultivation of virtue are the top, even the women of good families in the market will not easily sing and dance in front of others, not to mention a noble girl like Her Royal Highness the Princess!

Turkic barbarians, how dare you dare to go so far!

Fang Linyuan was also slightly stunned.

Zhao Pu's identity is already sensitive, and he is cautious when he usually sits and lies down, how can he dance openly? What's more, no one has ever heard of Zhao Pu's ability to dance, and Saihan's words are clearly embarrassing for him.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhao Pu.

saw Zhao Pu's expression indifferent, as if this uproar had nothing to do with him at all.

His gaze swept over the platform, cold and calm.

Saihan, who could not hide the smugness and provocation in his eyebrows, was turning his head there and smiling at Zhao Puming.

Seeing this, Fang Linyuan's eyebrows were twisted into pimples.

She wants to see Zhao Pu's liveliness, and she should understand the situation. She is now in the imperial city of Daxuan, and it is Zhao Pu's biological father who sits on the imperial platform. No matter how indifferent the family affection is, blood is thicker than water, Your Majesty will never allow your daughter to be humiliated like this in public......

But at this moment, he heard the voice of Emperor Hongyou.

"Oh? Is the reward you want to be to watch my daughter dance? ”

Fang Linyuan was slightly stunned.

There was still a cheerful lightness in his tone, so much so that it was more like a gentle joke than a rhetorical question.

And in front of him, Saihan turned his head and smiled brightly and openly.

"Your Majesty, it's a competition." She said. "We're both princesses, so we must be the same, right? Our Turkic princess is a princess who can sing and dance well, and since I can dance, Princess Huining must be too. ”

Speaking of this, Saihan raised his eyebrows and asked Emperor Hongyou: "Your Majesty, the princess won't dare, right?" ”

Emperor Hongyou laughed loudly: "I won't." ”

As he spoke, he raised his voice and said to the palace: "Huining, Princess Saihan is inviting you. ”

Fang Linyuan looked at Emperor Hongyou in surprise.

I saw him looking at Saihan with a pair of gentle and smiling eyes, and he didn't even give Zhao Pu half a point to his afterglow.

It was clearly a grace that he asked for, but he did not refuse, but directly threw the question to Zhao Pu.

Has Your Majesty ever thought about how Zhao Pu should deal with himself in the future?

The Turkic princess danced in court, and it was just a beautiful talk to spread out. She has not been educated in the subset of classics and history, she does not understand female virtues and boudoir training, and the world will not criticize her, but Zhao Pu is different.

She will be discussed, pointed out, and will become the talk and joke of others after tea and drinking.

But for Emperor Hongyou, these don't seem to be important.

It seems that compared with Zhao Pu, showing the openness and tolerance of Daxuan in front of the Turks is the most important thing.

Or, he didn't care about Zhao Pu's reputation and honor as a woman at all, smiled gently, and let Saihan push him to the position of being played with for fun.

Zhao Pu next to Fang Linyuan did not speak.

He seems to have always been like this, facing Emperor Hongyou with indifference and silence, which seems rude and discouraged, making people talk about him, point fingers, and stay away from him.

But Fang Linyuan was resentful in his heart.

If he is not silent, how will he respond? Do you cry in front of the crowd and refuse?

At this moment, he heard Empress Jiang on the high platform say softly: "Huining, the two of you are just competing, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." ”

As she spoke, she smiled gently, looked at Saihan under her seat, and said, "This palace is also the first time to see the most characteristic bell drum of the Turks, which is really an eye-opener. Princess Saihan is still young, and it is the time to be lively and curious, and it is reasonable to want to see the demeanor of our Daxuan woman. ”

She has always been like this, gentle and understanding.

But Saihan, who was on the jade platform, only glanced at her lightly, and then turned his eyes away without care.

Where can there be a truly gentle wife? It's just pretended. If God wants a male wolf to match a group of female wolves, it is for them to fight, fight, and distinguish between superior and weak.

Otherwise, how can a woman in a high position occupy a better position of gold and silver and men? Why do the men sitting on the high platforms have more women, cattle and sheep?

She didn't care about the pretending old woman, her eyes were still staring at Zhao Pu, watching his reaction.

It is to compete, and only the youngest and most beautiful one is worthy of being her opponent.

She forced her eyes on Zhao Pu, waiting for him to be forced to go up to the high platform to compete with her, or at this time, she would stop and retreat and admit defeat.

The eyes were burning at him, waiting for their victory.

But at this moment, she saw Fang Linyuan stand up.

The golden red sprinkled in the golden hall shone brightly, and even brighter and more dazzling than it was his face, which was clearer and more handsome than the ice and snow on the top of the mountain.

"Your Majesty forgives the sin, Weichen thinks it's inappropriate."

Under the hesitant gaze of everyone, he was the only one, standing tall, and bowed upright to the high platform.

——

Since the spearhead is all pointed at Zhao Pu, he can't argue as a woman, so these words are up to him.

Fang Linyuan stood up straight.

After he saluted, he looked up at the Son of Heaven on the high platform respectfully but without fear.

Emperor Hongyou on the throne paused slightly, and then smiled kindly: "What is Aiqing's opinion?" ”

"The customs and humanities of the Turks and the Great Xuan are very different, and they are like an abyss." Fang Linyuan said loudly.

"The Turks are good at singing and dancing, but the Daxuan women work in piano, chess, poetry and painting. It is not only to exchange and learn, but also to be fair, and express their strengths. ”

"What the general means, is Princess Huining not able to dance?" Saihan asked.

"Her Royal Highness the princess has never understood the poems read by Her Majesty, and Her Majesty has not blamed her, and the princess has not felt embarrassed and ashamed because of this." Fang Linyuan said. "So what difference does it make if you can sing or dance?"

Saihan pursed his lips.

"I'm just begging Princess Huining for a dance, why do you say poetry?"

She couldn't understand the meaning of Fang Linyuan's words, and Fang Linyuan's words were not said to her.

His shoulders and back were straight, and his eyes were sincere and solemn, looking in the direction of Emperor Hongyou.

He is playing the saint in this way, even if the diplomatic relations between the two countries are in front of him, but he can not only forgive Saihan's shortcomings, but also do not have to force Zhao Pu to come here, which will embarrassing him.

He handed the words here, as long as Emperor Hongyou let go and let Zhao Pu compose a poem or a book, the matter can be passed by, and there is no need for Zhao Pu to be involved in the discussion of the court and the opposition in the future.

However, Emperor Hongyou was just silent.

He even just smiled lightly, as if he hadn't heard Fang Linyuan's words, gentle and calm, as if Fang Linyuan was just talking to Saihan alone.

Fang Linyuan exhaled slowly.

The sound of the strings is pushed into the cowshed, and the person who really understands the sound of the piano watches from the wall, waiting to see his performance with the ploughing ox.

Fang Linyuan gritted his teeth.

Well, then go and say to Saihan......

But at this moment, his sleeve was lightly touched by the person beside him.

He suddenly turned his head, and saw Zhao Pu beside him, raising his eyes and looking at him quietly.

Then, with one hand, he stroked Zhu Yuyu's sideburns, lowered his eyes, and stood up.

The swaggering Zhai Yi is like a goddess standing high in the clouds on the New Year's painting, his expression is calm, but as long as he raises his eyes, he is bright and sharp.

"You've got to compare, huh?" He looked at Saihan.

A pair of cold eyes were Lingran, and for a while, Saihan was slightly stunned.

She was caught off guard and opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound under his sudden gaze.

The next moment, there was a bang, and the cold light suddenly rose.

I saw Zhao Pu pull out the saber on Fang Linyuan's waist, and in the middle of a flick of his wrist, the three-foot long sword held up a cold sword flower in his hand, and then stood behind him.

For a time, like a goddess carrying a sword, the Bodhisattva was angry.

He stood there and looked up.

He was clearly looking up at Emperor Hongyou on the high platform, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness and contempt, as if he was standing high in the clouds, looking down on his filth and ugliness.

Emperor Hongyou, who was on the throne, leaned back slightly.

It's a subconscious evasion, like rejection, disgust, and fear rooted in instinct.

Zhao Pu didn't look at him.

He only tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Fang Linyuan soothingly as he stood up.

He was reassuring him, letting him sit where he was, waiting for him to come back.

But Fang Linyuan didn't move.

There was some apprehension and hesitation in his eyes, but in the end, they all turned into desperate determination.

"Do you want to dance the sword, what kind of tune?" He asked Zhao Pudao.

"I will play the new flute, and I will go on stage with you and make peace with you."

——

Fang Linyuan actually only played a few tunes in total.

The years at the border were too long, and occasionally they were a little bored, so they would learn something from the veterans.

The new flute is called Heng Xiao in Beijing, but because the sound of the flute is too dull and too heavy and clumsy, it is not always new in the splendid capital.

But the border pass covered with yellow sand is just right.

The few songs he knew were too bleak. What is stuffed with songs and broken array songs, it is also a little out of place in such a prosperous and beautiful palace forbidden.

But Zhao Pu danced a sword dance!

Fang Linyuan went to the back of the hall to borrow a new flute, and said a few words to the musicians behind the curtain.

When he turned around, Zhao Pu had already walked on the jade platform step by step, his robe was sloppy, his sideburns were like clouds, the Xuanyao with beads spreading his wings and the delicate peony in his hair, under the illumination of thousands of lamps and candles, showed a grace that could not be approached.

Fang Linyuan flew up and jumped onto the jade platform, stopped at the side of the platform, and raised his flute.

He looked at Zhao Pu, and under the touch of his eyes, the tip of his jaw was lightly clicked, and the syllables of slaughter sounded in the grand hall.

The next moment, the cold light of the sword blade flashed with clear light in the hall.

Zhao Pu's body turned, stepping on the syllables and turning, flexible like an eagle feather sweeping through the sky, the long sword in his hand pulled out the wind, and the cold light appeared in an instant, like a pear blossom full of branches outside the plug.

Immediately after, the lyre behind the curtain played a murderous drum beat with the sound of the flute.

Under the swaying Zhai clothes, the embroidered shoes of Yunjin Bian Jin stepped over the jade platform,

The light yarn of the skirt is surging, and it is as beautiful as a cloud falling to the ground.

But on the contrary, under the gorgeous Luo skirt, every step is a killing move.

It is not so much that Zhao Pu is dancing with a sword, but that this is clearly a set of swordsmanship with a murderous aura looming in the cold light. Under the fluttering clothes and Luo skirt, the sword flowers are gorgeous but surging, and the sword is like a direct throat between the sword and the sword.

When he turned around, the pearls jingled in the cold light, his body was light and flexible, and his wide sleeves fluttered like clouds, like a goddess spreading rain and dew. But the next moment, just turned around, the cold peach blossom eyes under the cold mang, like a dead thing, it was clearly a big demon with brocade embroidery, and seized the divine sword sacrificed in the clouds, and for a time the rivers and seas were surging, and the lives were ruined.

It looks like a god and a demon, and the hall is full of cold.

The tune of the new flute grows higher and higher, and the beat of the lyre grows tighter.

The faster his steps turned, the skirt turned into a sea of cannibal flowers, and the sword moved to pull the flowers, but it carried the wind and rain, like an evil god stirring the soldiers, and like a dragon that was urged by the sound of a flute to cross the river.

And the one who bewitched it and controlled it stood with his flute in his hand, and his red clothes were like fire, but the hem of his clothes was swept up by the sword wind.

Eventually, with a bang, the sound of the flute stopped, and the sound of the piano died suddenly.

In the score, this is the last moment when the general raises his sword to break the formation, the clouds open and the moon is bright, and the victory is in hand.

And Zhao Pu on the jade platform, at that moment, his clothes flew over, the cold light flickered, and the long sword suddenly took off his hand.

"Bell!!"

The entire hall fell silent.

The unedged sword went straight into the table in front of the throne.

It was only two feet away from Emperor Hongyou, three points into the wood, and the cold light trembled lightly.

The king on the high platform was so frightened that his shoulders and backs were terrified, his eyes narrowed, and he jerked backwards.

He fell to the throne, the crown above his head swaying with a clattering sound.

——

The king of Duansu showed his ugly appearance in front of his ministers, and the culprit only calmly withdrew his hand and stood on the jade platform.

clearly dressed up and danced a whole set of swords, but there was no messiness and embarrassment. Only the peony that bloomed too much in his hair fell a few petals on his skirt and the white jade platform.

He looked up at the frightened king, and at the queen who hastily lifted him up beside him, and leaned down calmly, and bowed plainly and respectfully.

"Father's forgiveness, this sword is too heavy."

"I disturbed my father, it's because I'm not as good as others." Just listen to him.

"Erchen admits defeat."

——

Only then did the courtiers in the hall come back to their senses, got up one after another, and knelt down in the hall.

"Your Majesty is angry!"

Fang Linyuan was also frightened.

He didn't play the flute very well, and he went on stage to support Zhao Pu.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Pu's sword danced so well.

So much so that Fang Linyuan saw God for a while. Later, I don't know if his flute sound is guiding Zhao Pu, or Zhao Pu is introducing him step by step, and gradually falling into his mind, unable to distinguish each other, like thunder and lightning entangled in the clouds.

It wasn't until the blade of the sword slammed into the wood that Fang Linyuan suddenly came back to his senses.

Zhao Pu actually got rid of it!

But he didn't believe that Zhao Pu could get rid of it so accurately, and he was born in the last syllable and nailed it in front of the king.

He saw that Emperor Hongyou's face had obviously become ugly.

Shock, shame, and some disgust and fear that Fang Linyuan couldn't understand, and seemed to be hidden somewhere.

Fang Linyuan hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at it again.

On the high platform, there was a faint whisper of the queen's comfort, and there was an unknown Saihan's delicate voice.

"Since she admits defeat, I'll let her go." Just listen to Saihan. "It's really a canary finch raised in Beijing, why can't you even hold a sword steadily? Wasted such a good one-handed sword dance. ”

The atmosphere on the high platform was noticeably more relaxed.

"That's it." After a moment, Emperor Hongyou's voice was still trembling with the aftershock, and he said slowly.

"Everyone, let's be even. Huining's skills are not refined, which makes everyone laugh. ”

But no one dared to laugh during the banquet.

Except for the moment of mistake when he got out of his hand, who dares to say that Zhao Pu's sword dance is not wonderful? She was born beautiful and cold, and the blade of the sword was also cold and exquisite, for a while, as if the long sword gave birth to a soul, who would dare to say a bad word?

The courtiers present stood up one after another, and only praised the emperor's benevolence.

Emperor Hongyou smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said, "Huining, this is tired, right?" That being the case, it is better for Fang Qing to take her down to change clothes and rest first. ”

Emperor Hongyou suddenly became considerate again.

Fang Linyuan immediately leaned over, and when he turned around and walked down the high platform, he looked up at Emperor Hongyou.

I saw him reclining on the dragon chair, and the queen next to him was whispering something softly.

And he, raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows, looked tired and depressed, as if he remembered some old man who made him unhappy.

——

Zhao Pu actually has nothing to rest.

After he left Hanchun Palace, the hem of his skirt was windy, and he didn't even pant at all, as if he had only gone to the high platform for a walk.

But with such an atmosphere in the Hanchun Hall at this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to live in peace if I stay.

Fang Linyuan simply left the palace with Zhao Pu and went straight back to his dormitory with Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu's bedroom is really remote.

It is at both ends of the same long street as the Cold Palace, and there is a road in the middle, which leads directly to Yongxiang, where the palace people punish coolies. It's summer now, and the palace is full of green trees and people, but the street is hot and desolate, and occasionally there are untended flowers and trees, which just die by the roadside.

The night was dark, and it looked a little desolate and terrifying.

Even if Fang Linyuan entered the palace many times, it was the first time he had seen such a situation in the palace.

He was a little curious for a while, but there was an attendant sent by Emperor Hongyou next to him, so he didn't say anything.

Until they followed the attendants and arrived at Zhao Pu's bedroom.

Fang Linyuan looked around curiously.

The dormitory is not too big, and it is very secluded all around, but the palace is very neatly maintained.

Now there are only three or five palace maids and eunuchs left here, and when they saw Zhao Pu coming back, they all stepped forward to salute him.

Zhao Pu didn't let them stay longer, and after lighting the lights and serving tea and snacks, he withdrew them.

"I'll rest here with my colt, and I don't have to stay and wait." Zhao Pu said.

When those palace people heard this, they retreated one after another.

The door of the temple was closed, and only the two of them were left in the temple.

"Why is it so cold in your dormitory in the summer?"

As soon as Fang Linyuan sat down, he felt the chill in the hall, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

"It's damp all year round, so it's colder." Zhao Pu on the side said and stood up.

He walked over to the mahogany cabinet next to the bed and opened it, as if rummaging for something.

"I thought you liked growing tweeds." Fang Linyuan didn't care too much, looked around, and said casually. "I heard it outside the palace before, saying that you like begonia flowers the most."

Zhao Pu paused slightly when he heard this, and then said, "I don't like it." Leave some space in the courtyard to facilitate martial arts practice. ”

Some people in the palace know that he likes begonias, but it is just because he brought back a pot of begonias from the cold palace and planted them every day to serve.

But he planted that flower, not because he liked it, but because of the physical evidence of the cause of Concubine Qing's death at that time, he needed to keep it well for his mother.

Fang Linyuan nodded, and just responded, he remembered Fang Cai's matter again: "Speaking of which, Your Majesty probably doesn't know about your martial arts, right?" I see that Your Majesty was not very happy to see your expression just now, did you notice that you can use a sword? ”

When Zhao Pu heard this, he just laughed.

"It's just a dance of fists and legs, and I can't see anything." He said. "It's just reminded him of someone he doesn't want to think of."

"People who don't want to recall......" Fang Linyuan hesitated. Is it the first queen's mother? ”

Zhao Pu seemed to be a little surprised, and glanced at Fang Linyuan, as if he didn't expect him to guess.

Seeing Fang Linyuan smiled embarrassedly: "It's not difficult to guess, I don't know a few old people in the palace." ”

Then, I saw Zhao Xuan nodding and said lightly: "Well, my queen mother can make a sword." ”

She doesn't like to dance, and since she was a child, she followed Dou Huairen's martial arts master and learned a magical swordsmanship.

It is precisely because of this that when she was captured by mountain bandits instead of Emperor Hongyou, she was able to go around for three days and retreat.

But this seems to be of no use to the women in the palace.

At the banquet of the palace New Year's Festival, there will be palace concubines to perform to the emperor, but only his mother sits on the high platform every year and has never participated.

When he was four years old, the concubines in the palace were difficult for her, and they wanted her to perform a song. She danced a sword in public, which shocked the palace concubines, and Emperor Hongyou immediately sank his face.

"As a wife, when you are docile and gentle, what kind of system should you become when you dance with knives and guns?" At that time, Emperor Hongyou commented like this.

Therefore, in today's sword dance, only Zhao Pu and Emperor Hongyou know what a provocation this is.

The smile on Zhao Pu's lips was sneering, but Fang Linyuan behind him sighed: "This is so powerful, how can the first queen mother do anything!" ”

Zhao Pu paused slightly, and turned his head to look at Fang Linyuan.

He was sincere, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were full of undisguised admiration and yearning.

Zhao Pu looked at him quietly, and for a moment, a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." He said. "She's always been very good."

It was the first time he had spoken to someone privately about his mother, peacefully, quietly, without any confrontation or slander, just a natural mention of the person.

Zhao Pu's eyes felt two points burning for a while.

He hurriedly turned his head, took out a robe from the mahogany cabinet, turned around and handed it to Fang Linyuan.

"Let's put it on first." He said. "If it's still cold, I'll go back to Hanchun Hall in a while."

"No, no, no." As soon as he heard that he was back at the banquet, Fang Linyuan waved his hand again and again. "When I go back in a while, I want to toast and socialize, so it's better to hide here."

As he spoke, he reached out and took the outer robe, and was about to put it on, but he saw several clothes stacked in the unclosed mahogany cabinet not far away.

The one at the bottom, light blue, embroidered with auspicious clouds and peonies, was a small one stacked there, which didn't look like an adult's clothes.

It always looks familiar.

Fang Linyuan couldn't help but look there twice.

"What are you looking at?" He heard Zhao Pu ask.

Then he saw Fang Linyuan pointing there and asked, "I always feel that I have seen this trick somewhere." ”

Zhao Pu turned his head.

I saw the bottom of the wardrobe, pressing the old clothes he wore by the lakeside Meilin on the day he met Fang Linyuan at the beginning of the year.