Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 831

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Everyone's thoughts were attracted by the sound of drums from far to near.

In the middle of the trestle, the young general holding the pole has already waved the pole in his hand to the sound of drums.

His figure is vigorous and agile, like a dragon swimming in the wind.

Every move and style revealed a wave of unruly.

The lotus rod in his hand flashed circles of blue arcs.

The original soft texture, in his hands at this moment, seems to be infused with thunderous power and become indestructible!

The sound of the drums gradually became denser.

The movements of his moves were also quick and violent.

Vertical, jump, jump, turn...

Stab, chop, scratch, chop...

The silver armor shone brightly in the sunlight.

His handsome and cold face was as heavy as frost.

The dark eyes give people a strong illusion.

It seems that time and space are turning, and you are on the battlefield of war.

The sound of drums shook the sky, and the sound of fighting broke through the sky.

One man and one horse, he hacked and killed.

The load rod in his hand is the sharp weapon that takes people's lives.

There are no complicated moves that make people dazzling.

His moves are very simple.

Simple and brutal.

The cognition he wants to convey to everyone is that no matter what the moves are, as long as they kill people, it is not a pleasant thing to watch.

The smiles on the faces of everyone in the pavilion gradually disappeared.

All of them stared at the dancing figure on the stage with their eyes wide open.

Being pampered and pampered, they saw a lot of various singing and dancing.

At this moment, this alternative style of sword dance brought them completely different feelings.

Everyone held their breath and focused their eyes on the graceful posture on the platform.

On the other side of the trestle, the sound of the drums became more urgent, gathering down like raindrops.

There was a sound, almost a roar.

Like a battlefield filled with gunpowder, the fight is in full swing.

And on the stage, the dancing figure became more and more domineering.

He barely touched the ground, and he swung the pole in his hand imperviously, like a rainbow.

The sound of drums, shouts, fighting, and the neighing of war horses made a mess, shaking people's eardrums!

The general has one man and one horse, seven in and seven out of the enemy army.

The spear in his hand provoked one enemy after another.

The blood was soaring, dyeing the sky red.

Howling everywhere, the gates of hell are opened...

Some of the guests in the pavilion were less courageous and less able to bear in their hearts, but their faces showed deep fear.

Some even couldn't sit still.

It seemed that he saw the most terrifying and bloody killing in the world, and his whole body trembled.

Even the wine glass that Prince Nan put on his mouth stopped.

He looked straight at the trestle in front of the king's line of sight, and it seemed that through the trestle, he could see the years of battle engraved with blood many years ago.

Soldiers went down one after another, and the sky and the earth were covered with blood.

The sound of the drum gradually fell, and the general stood among the mountain of corpses and turned around to look.

In addition to the blood-stained sunset in the sky, there is the dying man behind him.

So what?

So what?

In the end, it was nothing but loess, a handful of grass and a clump of grass!

The sound of the drum will eventually go away, gradually disappear without a trace, and everything will return to calm.

The person on the trestle has already collected the load pole and stands alone.

A strand of black hair hanging slightly across his stern face reveals a deep loneliness.

But the people in the pavilion were still immersed in the blood and fire fighting, and they didn't come back to their senses.

Nuoda's gazebo and cheerful banquet were shrouded in an inexplicable sadness.

It was an indescribably heavy feeling that weighed on everyone's heart, making them hard to breathe.

Even Kang Sheng, infected by this atmosphere, sat there with a dejected and depressed look.

After a long time, I don't know who was the first to recover, and thunderous applause broke out in the pavilion.

"Good, good, really good!"

Prince Nan clapped his hands and praised.

It has been many years, ever since the sage pacified the world, and he broke a leg and returned home, he never had the same passion as before.

This time, it was this young man surnamed Luo who performed a sword dance, allowing him to relive the passion of blood and fire back then!

Prince Nan turned his head to the side, and quietly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Nephew Kang Xian and General Luo dance swords in their own way, and it's hard to tell which is better. It's really a feast for my eyes!"

Lord Nan praised the two of them together.

But there is no need to judge who is higher and who is lower.

And Princess Bingqing was even more short of breath, her face was flushed, and her eyes were reluctant to leave Luo Fengtang's body for a moment.

The sword dance just now made her infatuation with him even more out of control.

There is only one such man in the world!

She must get it, no matter what means are used!

The celebration banquet ended successfully.

After returning to the dormitory where he stayed, the steward of the palace brought the bodyguards to bring him soup and clean clothes.

Luo Fengtang asked the steward: "The celebration banquet is over, may I ask if the prince has other arrangements next? When can I go back to the barracks?"

The steward smiled and said, "General Luo, be safe and don't be impatient."

"This time, the generals of all parties who received the military order to come to Licheng to have a banquet, the prince has a unified arrangement."

"There will be other matters later, and we will inform you at that time."

After the steward left, Luo Fengtang walked around the room restlessly.

Before going out, he made a promise to Qing'er that he would rush back to spend the Qixi Festival with her.

Military orders are like mountains.

It seems that this time, he is going to break his promise again.

In the backyard of the palace, Princess Bingqing's boudoir.

Bingqing was beaming with joy and told Nan Wangfei about Luo Fengtang's sword dance at the previous celebration banquet.

Speaking of excitement, Bing Qing's face turned red, as if she was drunk.

Those eyes were so obsessed that they couldn't hold anything else.

Nan Wangfei listened with a smile, and when she left Bingqing's residence, Nan Wangfei came to Nan Wangye's study.

Prince Nan was sitting behind the desk, looking at a sword in front of him.

Concubine Nan recognized that the sword was the one that accompanied Lord Nan in the Southern and Northern Wars.

Many years have passed, and the prince has never touched the sword again.

"My lord."

Princess Nan called out softly, and came to Prince Nan's side.

Nan Wangye put his hands on the sword and stroked it inch by inch, just like caressing his own child.

Hearing Nan Wangfei's voice, he raised his head.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Nan Wangfei sighed lightly: "I just came from Qinger, you should know what it is."

Hearing this, Prince Nan was stunned for a moment, and then came to a sudden realization.

There was a kind of appreciation on his face.

"Qing'er has a good eye, that boy Luo Fengtang is extraordinary and won my heart!"

"It would be a beautiful thing if you recruited him to be your son-in-law!" Prince Nan said.

Concubine Nan pondered for a while, "Marriage is a matter of a lifetime. You can't rush into marriage just because that person can dance swords and has the ability."

"A man's conduct is very important."

"Qing'er is my only daughter, and I don't want her to be entrusted to someone else."

"Qing'er is now determined to marry Luo Fengtang, at the very least, we have to find out if he has a wife or child in his family!" Nan Wangfei said.

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