Dust is cold

The person who shouted had goosebumps all over his body, and his head flinched.

Yu Wuchen glanced at him, smiled slightly and turned his head to look at Yan Qinghan: "Sitting is boring, why not help it?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone became interested, and all turned their heads to look at Yu Wuchen.

Le Yugui glanced at Yan Qinghan, who had a sullen face, clenched his hands tightly, and his knuckles were blue and white.

"Who are you going to ask for help?" Le Yugui quietly pulled Yu Wuchen, without setting any restraints, his voice was not high, and he was talking to Yu Wuchen, so that no one would cause trouble and release his spiritual power to eavesdrop.

"Me!" Yu Wuchen kept his sitting posture and slightly tilted his head towards him.

I am happy to be speechless, and I send myself to others to entertain others, which is also very hard for chasing boyfriends.

"Hehe!" Yu Wuchen chuckled at the crowd: "Recently, I learned a new set of sword techniques, please take a look and let's talk about it!"

Le Yugui clicked his tongue, and it really was Yu Wuchen. After a few words, he turned the performance into a discussion, and raised his second-school behavior to several levels.

Yan Qingyu took a look here, unable to figure out what Yu Wuchen was going to do, so he wouldn't want to kill Yan Qinghan in a fit of anger?

Other people's minds are not that complicated, or they don't care about the complexity for the time being. Yu Wuchen's sword is so easy to see. Whether it's a sparring or something, read it first.

Yu Wuchen didn't try to show off, he said something softly to Bei Chenli and jumped out.Walking to the center and stretching out his hand, the Frost Sword brought out a silver light, which instantly dazzled everyone's eyes.

The next moment the sword was in his hands, Yu Wuchen suppressed the sword energy, and he practiced a set of sword skills.

Everyone present has their eyes wide open, each school of practice has its own mentality, and the swordsmanship is also different, the mentality cannot be mixed, but the swordsmanship can be mastered, and it is closely related to one's own aptitude.

Yu Kongge's swordsmanship was performed by Yu Wuchen himself, so it's needless to say how precious it is?

Le Yugui was biting a bunch of fruits, thinking that if they had mobile phones, they would all be recording videos, and their eyeballs were about to protrude.

Bei Chenli didn't look at Yu Wuchen either, he looked around and saw Yu Wuchen's swordsmanship too much, so he naturally didn't like this kind of situation.

Watching Bei Chenli suddenly get up and leave the seat, snatching the fruit from Yue Yigui's hand.

"There's something wrong with you!" Le Yugui scolded him: "Don't you have that?"

Bei Chenli ignored him, picked the fruits and threw them at Yu Wuchen one by one.

Yu Wuchen smiled, but didn't make a sound, just picked with Jian Guang.

The people who were watching were very dissatisfied with this kind of harassment, but no one dared to say anything, and Yu Wuchen didn't stop it. Everyone here is the humerus of the country, so they naturally know the weight of the Beichen family.

After throwing a few, Bei Chenli started to act mischievously, not only hitting Yu Wuchen, but also throwing them all over the hall. Fortunately, they all threw them in places where no one was around. The crowd didn't stop them, and some even hit the main seat.

"Li, don't make trouble!" Yu Wuchen put his sword away with a smile.

Bei Chenli stopped his hands in response, and sat down obediently.This time he came here to act intimately with Yu Wuchen, almost sitting together, no one knew what was going on between them.

The crowd obviously didn't watch enough, and many people secretly complained about Bei Chenli, if he hadn't been so troublesome, they might have watched it for a while.

"His Royal Highness!" Yu Wuchen turned to look at Yan Qinghan, holding up the long sword in his hand: "Li Xiaonian is naughty, and the Patriarch Beichen is not here, so it is inconvenient to restrain him. Please use this sword to temporarily protect Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

As soon as the words fell and he threw his hand, Jian Guang immediately flew to cover Yan Qinghan.

"Don't bother!" Yan Qinghan's voice was extremely cold, and he moved to avoid it.

Yu Wuchen glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile, secretly channeling his aura, the ice sword chased towards Yan Qinghan again.

Yan Qinghan didn't dodge this time, he drew his sword in his hand, and went directly to flirt.

Everyone screamed, Yu Wuchen's flying sword, can anyone catch it?

"Prince, no!" Qin Li put a sword light in front of Yan Qinghan.

"Qinghan!" Yan Qingyu grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

Yan Qinghan did not retreat but advanced, broke free from Yan Qingyu's hand, and insisted on teasing Yu Wuchen's sword light.

"What's going on here?" Le Yugui was taken aback, he wouldn't let Yu Wuchen protect him, what did he want to see death like home?

Qin Li's sword light was protecting Yan Qinghan, but he couldn't stop him from going out by himself, and everyone saw His Royal Highness pass through Qin Li's sword light, and raised his hand to stab Yu Wuchen's flying sword.

With a movement of Yu Wuchen's figure, he grasped the flying sword in his hand to meet his sword light.

Even though You Yu Wuchen tried his best to control it, Yan Qinghan was still shocked, and the long sword almost fell out of his hand.

Yu Wuchen raised his eyebrows, and the voice transmission was secret: "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Yan Qinghan shuddered, and took a look inside the hall. Everyone was watching, especially Bei Chenli, who was sitting and looking towards this side with a smile on his face.

"Are you watching Li?" Yu Wuchen asked again via voice transmission.

Yan Qinghan hastily withdrew his sword, stopped his hand, and took a step back: "I misunderstood for a moment, and it's too late to withdraw my sword. Please... Mr. Yu, forgive me!"

Yu Wuchen didn't take back the long sword, but only stopped the sword light beside the two of them, and smiled slightly: "It's easy to say!"

Yan Qinghan turned around and wanted to leave, Yu Wuchen urged the flying sword, Jianguang chased after him, Yan Qinghan was caught off guard by his sword light, turned around and glared: "You..."

Yu Wuchen didn't explain, just stretched out his hand, and the sword light turned into a layer of light mist: "It won't affect your choice of concubine!"

"Qinghan!" Yan Qingyu hurriedly came over to persuade him, "Don't refuse Mr. Yu's kindness!"

Yan Qinghan gave him a bitter look, didn't say anything more, and returned to the chairman to continue hosting the banquet.

Yan Qingyu was depressed, he was regarded as an accomplice again, he was really wronged, until now he didn't know what Yu Wuchen was going to do, so it wouldn't be possible to keep enveloping Yan Qinghan with the sword light all the time, right?

The banquet ended soon, and the next step was for the prince to choose his concubine.If you want to watch it, you can stay and watch it, and if you don’t want to watch it, you don’t have to ask for it, but it’s a festive event after all, and almost no one present will stay to support it.

Those to be elected were not only courtiers from their own country and other countries, but also two princesses from other countries. They all came here to admire Prince Yan Huai's demeanor.

The ceremony for the crown prince to choose a concubine was very simple. After the king was invited to sit down, Yan Qinghan came out in a crimson auspicious outfit, with a phoenix hairpin in his hand, and just handed it to whoever he liked.

"Huh?" Le Yugui was surprised: "Isn't he Xuanfei? Why doesn't he wear red?"

Yu Wuchen sat there watching with his lips pursed, expressionless on his face, and didn't answer.

"Are you jealous?" Le Yugui touched Yu Wuchen.

Yu Wuchen still didn't make a sound, his face collapsed tightly.

Because Bei Chenli was considered a foreigner and had a high status, Yu Wuchen and the others were seated next to the chief seat, and Yan Qinghan had to pass by their desk when he came down to select candidates.

The lord of the country has already taken his seat, and what is going on now is some routine congratulatory speeches and the like.

Bei Chenli was playing with two pills, one red and one black, and looked at the chief seat curiously. When Yan Qinghan stepped down, he quickly changed the order of the two pills.

As Yan Qinghan walked by, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from Bei Chenli's hand, and then he saw the sword light of the ice sword soar, encircling the area around the chief seat.

Everyone didn't know, so they could probably guess that it was Beichenli's situation. No one dared to take the poison of the Beichen family lightly. For a while, everyone was in danger and released aura to protect themselves.

Yu Wuchen's sword light flickered, and soon the smoke cleared away, and he saw the crown prince leaning on Yu Wuchen, and Bei Chenli sat beside him expressionlessly.

"Bring the things in your left hand!" Yu Wuchen stretched out his hand to Bei Chenli.

"Huh?" Le Yugui was puzzled, why did he add drama, so there was no such drama.

Bei Chenli bent his lips helplessly, stretched out his left hand to open it, and held a porcelain bottle in his palm.

Yu Wuchen quickly took it away, and then looked around at everyone: "The prince is injured, please..."

After the voice fell, the attendant suddenly announced in a long voice: "Go back to the Lord Cangyue!"

Yan Qingyu hurriedly brought people out to meet him, but before he could walk out of the palace gate, Yue Liunian had already strode in.

"Yo!" Yue Liunian was taken aback, "Why is it so lively?"

After talking through people, he first greeted Lord Yanhuai, and after the greetings, he asked with a smile: "The crown princess has been chosen?"

The king smiled indifferently: "Master Beichen made a joke, so it hasn't started yet!"

Yue Liunian glanced sideways: "The kid is messing around, is the prince injured?"

Yan Qinghan leaned on Yu Wuchen with downcast eyes, motionless.

"Light poison!" Yu Wuchen replied on his behalf: "No problem!"

"Then Wuchen, detoxify the prince!" Yue Liunian took a few steps back calmly: "I will help the prince grow eyes!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at them one by one. All the courtiers and princesses were startled, and they looked at each other, either hiding or not.

The onlookers were also stunned, how could anyone stare at others so directly!

"Master!" Yue Liunian turned around after reading it once, "I don't think these are suitable!"

"Oh?" The king looked at him.

Yue Liunian looked back calmly: "Prince Yan Huai's son is like a jade, he must be a peerless person who can't match him, these are just the posture of a willow, he is too wronged!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a buzzing sound from below, and everyone talked about it.

The king didn't seem surprised, and said in a calm tone, "What does King Yiyue mean?"

Yue Liunian smiled: "I have a niece who is good-looking and worthy of a crown prince. I don't know what the king thinks?"

The discussion below resumed:

"Prince Yue's niece, isn't that Princess Hui Cang?"

"Does Hui Cang have a princess whose age matches the crown prince's?"

"The three princesses of Hui Cang have just arrived, right? How do you match the crown prince?"

"His Royal Highness is so lucky to be able to retrieve Princess Cang!"

……

Le Yugui wiped off his sweat silently, Yue Liunian is an idiot, can he find a reliable excuse for lying?The news of the underworld is not blocked, so people don't know that you, Princess Hui Cang, are still young?

The king smiled slightly: "Thank you, King Yue, for your love, but it's just a little high?"

Yue Liunian didn't seem to insist: "If my princess doesn't suit the crown prince, there will be another person in Liunian who will recommend her, who is unparalleled in the world, talented and affectionate, and His Royal Highness Bao is satisfied!"

The king nodded with a good temper: "It's hard to turn down the kindness, so let's obey King Yue!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Yue Liunian looked at Yan Qinghan: "Is His Royal Highness feeling better?"

Yu Wuchen frowned: "The poison has been detoxified, but it was the anti-poison gas just now, the sword power is too strong, His Royal Highness needs to dissolve the sword gas slowly so as not to hurt the body!"

"Then why don't you hurry?" Yue Liunian looked at him: "Your sword energy hurts people and you still want to wait for others to help?"

"Don't dare!" Yu Wuchen bowed slightly to the lord: "It's Wuchen who didn't think carefully, please allow Wuchen to heal His Royal Highness personally!"

Yue Liunian tried his best to hold back the contempt from the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it thoughtful?You can't think about it any longer!

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