Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 72 Boys must protect themselves ([-])

The poetry meeting officially begins.

The pink paper lotus fell into the water, drifted down the water, and flowed in front of Nan Huai.

The waiter next to him picked it up and opened the note, which contained the character "Xia".

Nan Huai suddenly thought of the time when he first met the third princess.

She is heroic and valiant, she is really a big woman.

Nan Huai shook his head, "I can't write a poem with this word."

Nanhuai tried to disgrace the Second Princess again and again, but there were many noble ladies here who admired him, so the Second Princess did not get angry.

How could she, the second princess, not see what he was thinking?
If you want her to lose face, she won't lose face to Tan Sang!
Others didn't think it was that strange. If the young master said it couldn't be done, then it couldn't be done.

This is definitely not the son's problem, it must be something wrong with the questions assigned by the second emperor.

The second princess smiled and said, "Since Mr. Nanhuai can't do it, then the third princess will take his place. After all, this lotus flower falls between you two."

The system, which had been lying dead for several days, immediately said, "Host, I am Poetry Library, we are not afraid of her!"

Tan Sang's bright red lips curled up, "Gu Ke can't learn from the scholars. This character of chivalry, Gu Ke can fight against it with a sword dance, okay?"

The system blinked, suspecting that he was hearing something.

The host didn't even use it!

This is one of the only uses it has!

The second princess nodded, she wanted to see what kind of trick Tan Sang was going to do.

Tan Sang climbed onto the wooden platform above the stream, his hair fluttering in the wind on his forehead, his heroic spirit was self-contained.

She turned sideways and asked, "May I play a piece for the solitary piano?"

Against the light, her facial features are more three-dimensional and more heroic.

It simply confused the hearts of others.

The bare hands are raised lightly, and the slender fingers are stroked across the xylophone, and a clear rhyme comes out leisurely, making people feel like drinking fairy wine, intoxicating with youth.

The luthier was taken aback, he...he didn't have time to play.

Everyone sees it.

Yes... yes, Mr. Nanhuai played it!
"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.

That's not the case. Mr. Nanhuai didn't play the harp, so he definitely didn't.

The soul-stirring sound of the piano rose lightly, and the bright red figure was light and free. Accompanied by the faint sound of the piano, the jade hand stretched out the green sword in the scabbard.

She rotated her wrist slightly, and the sword flashed as fast as lightning. The sword's light was gleaming, but it blended with the woman's figure.

At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly became more intense, and with the right foot as the axis, the delicate body rotated accordingly, and the long sword flew faster and faster, but the movements were extremely graceful.

She had a high chin and cold and beautiful eyes, like a general who was sure of victory.

Her sword dance was so beautiful that it was matched with the unstoppable sound of the piano. The killing and decisiveness, surge and catharsis in the sound were all interpreted by that soft figure, heartily.

The sound of the piano became more and more intense, and everyone was suffocated, as if they were in the scene, and this place was a battlefield.

The beat of the dancer's feet on the field is also getting faster and faster, bloody starts, exuding calmness and wisdom from her dancing posture, like the flames of war burning everything in sight, but she will not be confused by the enemy, even if she loses to only one person. A soldier will do her best, she will do her best, it is like a song, like a weeping song, in the most elegant and tragic, the last trace of blood is poured out by her with all her strength...

Until the highest point, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Her clothes are fluttering, and the cold light of her sword is shining, like a general fighting on the battlefield to defeat the enemy, unstoppable.

Applause broke out in the hall, and the sound of surprise and praise was endless.

Someone threw all the finished lotus flowers from the sky to add a sense of beauty.

Tan Sang stood on the stage, looking down at the second princess, and the second princess also looked at Tan Sang, the sarcasm in Tan Sang's eyes deeply hurt her heart.

The two princesses never imagined that the three princes would dance around with their swords, and the spectators were as depressed as mountains, and the sky and the earth were depressed for a long time.

For the first time, the second princess had a humble attitude in front of Tan Sang.

However, she, Tan Sang, was born of a lowly slave.

How is it qualified to compare with Orphan?
I really didn't expect that I wanted to make her look ugly, but it actually made her famous.

Lonely and dear third sister, you have to watch carefully, it won't be so easy next time.

Because the lotus was sprinkled, the poetry meeting could not be held, but everyone had no regrets, and they were actually in a happy mood.

They must have been brainwashed by Tan Sang!

(End of this chapter)