Drunk Bamboo

"Reciting poems and dancing with swords?" the emperor repeated, seeming to have some meaning.

"Your Highness specially practiced the wooden sword dance for my father, and I also wrote a poem to express my gratitude for the emperor's grace." Xie Yuzhu quickly continued to flatter him.

"Okay." The emperor responded.

"Please prepare a wooden sword, Eunuch Dong." Xie Yuzhu said to Eunuch Dong with a smile.

"I will prepare it right away." Eunuch Dong replied with a bow.

Eunuch Dong turned around and went to arrange the wooden sword that Xie Yuzhu wanted.

Hua Qinfeng and Xie Yuzhu stood together.

"Xie Yuzhu!" The voice clearly showed suppressed displeasure.

"Your Highness, don't be nervous. Just practice sword skills like you normally would." Xie Yuzhu lowered his voice.

When talking about this program in front of the emperor, Xie Yuzhu could imagine Hua Qinfeng's anger at the moment.

However, she really couldn't think of any other talents, so she had to bring Hua Qinfeng with her to completely calm the emperor's anger.

Comparing the emperor's anger with Hua Qinfeng's, it is obvious that the emperor's anger is of course more important.

"When did we prepare for the show? Why are you talking nonsense?" Hua Qinfeng lowered his head and stared at Xie Yuzhu.

"If His Majesty hadn't interrupted me, would I have to say something nonsense to make up for his mistake?" She smiled and moved her lips slightly.

They couldn't be seen arguing by outsiders.

"I'm telling the truth. Everyone knows that today's banquet is prepared for my fifth brother. He will show off his talents and meet the daughters of various families. Why should we go on stage to join in the fun?"

Hua Qinfeng felt that he would have no problems today. There was no need for Xie Yuzhu to be so cautious, nor was there any need for her to step out and perform anything.

Xie Yuzhu: It turns out that I couldn’t notice anything at all.

Hey……

A proud and complacent Xiao Bingxin has inadvertently triggered the emperor's sore spot, which is the Xiao family's indefensible status and power in Xilin. In a place where the emperor is far away, their power is even greater than that of the ruler of a country.

Then, Hua Qinfeng spoke without restraint, which made the emperor lose face in front of all the officials.

If she couldn't do something to make the emperor happy and attract his attention, how could she calm his anger?

"Your Majesty, are you going?" she asked.

"No." He rejected it outright. He was still angry with her.

"I just said this in front of His Majesty and all the officials. If Your Majesty does not go, it would be deceiving the emperor. Your Majesty, do you want to be punished again, or do you want me to be whipped again?"

Xie Yuzhu looked up at him and told him the consequences of not going out.

Hua Qinfeng was stunned.

He glanced into her clear eyes.

The wound on her back hasn't healed yet, so she can't get hurt again.

"Your Highness, is this wooden sword okay?" Eunuch Dong handed over a wooden sword with both hands.

"No need for a sword." Hua Qinfeng reached out and broke off a branch. "This one will do."

Eunuch Dong smiled and withdrew his hand.

Xie Yuzhu pulled Hua Qinfeng's black sleeve and finally smiled: "Your Highness is really thoughtful."

Hua Qinfeng took her hand directly, raised his head and walked towards the platform in the center of the lotus pond.

"I dare not take any sword in the palace again. A wooden sword is still a sword."

Xie Yuzhu pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes, your Majesty is right."

There was a hint of flattery in his tone. After all, it was a bit unreasonable to ask him to perform sword dancing without his consent.

Hua Qinming saw clearly the intimate interaction between the two.

The clear eyes exuded a faint cold light.

Xiao Bingxin moved closer to Hua Qinming's position unnoticeably.

"You were injured because of me last time, so I'll repay you this time." Holding Xie Yuzhu's hand, he was no longer so angry, but surprisingly cheerful. "My sword dance is not something that anyone can watch."

Look at his proud little face.

Xie Yuzhu could only smile: "Okay, as long as you and your son are happy."

Xie Yuzhu: Or am I meddling in other people’s business?

On the other side of the lotus pond, the imperial concubine smiled slightly when she saw the two people appearing on the stage.

"Princess Feng is multi-talented, and His Majesty and the Queen like her very much. If it weren't for Prime Minister Wang and several old ministers who tried their best to promote it, Prince Feng wouldn't have gotten such a good marriage."

"My sister said that the marriages of the princes are decided by His Majesty. How can we have any say in it?" The Queen Mother responded.

"Yes, the Queen is right." The Royal Concubine smiled again and took a bite of the almond cake on the table. "This almond cake must be made by the Queen. It is better than the cooking skills of the imperial kitchen."

Everyone in the palace knows that the queen is good at making snacks.

"If my sister likes it, I will have someone take some to Fu'an Palace." The queen said with a smile.

"Thank you, Queen." He took another bite.

Everyone knows that the Imperial Concubine doesn't like sweets, so any snack that she can eat must be extremely delicious.

The young ladies at the table also tasted the almond cakes.

Xie Yuzhu on the stage took a breath and prayed devoutly in her heart: Respected poets and great men, I borrowed your poems here without any offense, please don’t blame me! Please don’t blame me!

Straighten your back, raise your chin slightly, and recite aloud:

"The main road in Zhongdu is connected to the narrow and steep road.

The seven-scented carriage with green oxen, white horses and seven scented horses.

The jade chariot passed through the master's house.

Golden whips were sent to the Hou family one after another.

……

Bees and butterflies are playing around the door.

Green trees and silver platforms of thousands of colors.

The double-story building with windows intersecting is a symbol of love.

The double towers are connected by eaves and have phoenix wings hanging down. "

When Hua Qinfeng pronounced the first word, the unprepossessing branch in his hand became like a sharp sword, blowing in the wind as he danced.

As fast as a flying tiger, as quick as lightning, graceful and steady.

As he spins, his clothes flutter, his eyes are as sharp as torches, and his sword energy shakes mountains and rivers.

One is black and the other is white, one is as quiet as a virgin, the other is as fast as a flying dragon.

Everyone present was shocked.

No one could have imagined that the rumored talentless Princess Feng and the Feng Wang, known as the living devil, would be a perfect match.

One is a man of brilliant literary talent and fragrant ink; the other is a man of sword power as sharp as a rainbow and moving like a ghost.

This kind of temperament and momentum cannot be cultivated overnight.

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles.

Looking inside and outside the capital, all that was left was wilderness; the mighty river had lost its roar.

The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes. All the past is gone, but the heroes of today are still to be seen. "

The voice is soft but not weak, delicate but not vulgar.

He is quick but not fierce, strong but not hard.

When the sound fell, the sword stopped.

Everything around seemed to be still.

The emperor and officials had seen Xie Yuzhu's bravery and determination on the Golden Steps Palace, and they had also seen Hua Qinfeng's impulsiveness and recklessness.

They had never seen Xie Yuzhu, the poet who wrote poems and painted.

They had never seen Hua Qinfeng dancing with a sword gracefully.

Most people have only heard of the rumored Xie Yuzhu and Hua Qinfeng, and may have even met them for the first time.

Obviously even more surprised.

Even Xie Yuzhu herself got goose bumps from the high momentum.

Needless to say, Hua Qinfeng's skills are absolutely intimidating.

What no one knew was that the always calm Prince Wen Hua Qinming had never taken his eyes off the white figure on the stage.

The quiet and taciturn Luo Qi kept staring at the majestic black robe.