Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 396

It's only at this point that he knows that people outside here are thinking of punishing him as King Jin.But he really couldn't slump his face and refuse to cooperate, let alone leave the table with a slumped face.

"Well, we can't see King Jin's archery skills. Why don't we show you a set of sword skills. We don't want to hear you say that you are injured. If you say so, you will be punished with ten glasses of wine and the beauty of the prince. Madame sings."

There was applause, and there were many close officials from the King Jin's camp cheering, and sure enough, everyone had the same idea.

Ning Weiwei feels that it is difficult for others to force others, no matter which one is a bad idea.Xiao Zijun danced the sword, no matter what he could do, even with one hand, the injury on the other side would be involved to some extent.

If you don't dance the sword, you have to drink alcohol. So much alcohol is not good for him to recover from his injuries. As for punishing himself for singing, it is even more embarrassing.

She used to be a dumb girl, she could only speak for a few years, she really didn't know how to sing any songs, she hadn't even sung in front of Xiao Zijun.

Just as he was thinking, he saw that Xiao Zijun had already left the table and got up, accepting the choice of dancing sword.

Sun Qiyou who was on the side also came out, "Since King Jin didn't carry a saber, it's better to use this streamer sword of the last general. The sword is light and flexible, and the prince can use it lightly."

King Jin was wounded, and he was only wearing a light and comfortable winter coat tonight. Naturally, he didn't even bring the Seven Star Sword. At this time, he looked at the streamer, and his eyes were a little grateful to Sun Qiyou, "Thank you, General Sun, I will borrow it temporarily. one time."

This streamer is lighter than other swords. It is Sun Qiyou's ancestral sword. It is said that it has a history of hundreds of years.

Xiao Zijun took the sword, tried it in his hand, and felt that the wound on the left side was pulled, he sighed inwardly, but since he agreed, he could only endure the pain.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qingqing said suddenly, "Wait a minute, my lord, you might as well let me dance the sword for you today!" After saying that, he suddenly took a sip of wine, and only then did he have the courage to come out.

The kings and generals below, and even the female relatives all booed happily, "Okay, okay, okay! Women don't give up their eyebrows!"

"King Jin is so lucky to have a beautiful concubine to help, why don't you hurry up and agree?!"

"Prince Jin, come down now that you are injured, we only want to see Mrs. Ning's skill!"

Xiao Zijuan felt a little strange about Qingqing's impulsiveness, but Qingqing had already come out and stood with him.What's more, he knew that Qingqing was thinking about his body, so he didn't blame him at this time, he just said, "You have only practiced sword a few times, how can you handle it?"

"Don't worry, my lord, maybe what they want is to see the ugliness, and in this way, their wishes are fulfilled." She tilted her head slightly, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Besides, whether or not to show ugliness depends on the concubine's performance. "

Xiao Zijun stared at the confident Qingnian, nodded, and said gently: "Be careful with the sword, the light is very fast."

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Ning lightly held the sword flat on his chest, and slowly pulled out the Flowing Sword.The light is like a silver bottle bursting, and the night is approaching the snow light.

Someone said, "General Sun's Liuguang really deserves his reputation. Poetry sighs that Liuguang is easy to throw people away. I don't know if there is a piano to match it?"

Ning Qingqing ignored it, and already had a plan in mind. Su Changqing had taught him a beautiful set of swordsmanship, which was called "Scattered Flowers Gradually Beautify the Eyes", and it was under a tree where the sun set in spring and red was flying away, and it was so beautiful.Now it's a banquet in the snow, for hasty entertainment, completely different intentions.

Slowly turn the hilt of the sword with the wrist, and the Flowing Sword moves with the hand. At first, the sword body rises, bears, turns, and closes, ups and downs, which is not unusual.

Suddenly, there was a melodious and melodious sound of a zither. Everyone saw that it was the fifth prince Xiao Ziyuan playing the zither and composing the music.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the zither, the graceful figure was as light as a swallow, and the sword moves with him, gradually becoming flexible.

The sword was shining brightly in the night, and the speed of the sword was actually getting faster and faster, together with the beauty's waist spinning rapidly, until the snowflakes on the ground were rolled up.

Everyone couldn't help being amazed, and many applauded.

Ning Qingqing was already sweating a little at this moment, seeing the snowflakes rising, she knew that she had succeeded halfway, and it seemed that she hadn't forgotten what her master taught her back then.

The sound of the piano also became more and more exciting. I saw her turn her wrist and swing her sword away, like a stream of air breaking through the wind, and the snow particles rolled up flew down, like midnight snow.

While everyone was cheering and clapping their hands, Xiao Zijun's expression was always gloomy.

This gentle swordsmanship really exceeded his expectations. When did she practice this swordsmanship?
When I felt a little pleasantly surprised by Qingqing's excellent sword dance, I felt even more depressed.

Everyone's eyes cast unscrupulously on the gently rotating waist, Xiao Zijun felt that his beloved was being coveted, this kind of gaze was not approval, but offense.

Looking up, Gentle seems to be immersed in the sense of accomplishment brought by the sword dance, it seems that it is not over yet.Xiao Zijun lowered his head and squeezed the unfinished wine glass, listening to others' praise, his face remained calm.

He squeezed a stone in his hand, looked slightly sideways, and looked at Xiao Ziyuan playing the piano not far away.

No one noticed, the strings broke with a bang, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Ning was slightly frightened, and Jian Wu also lost her momentum. She thought it was time to accept it.Turn the wrist to retract the hilt, and the streamer sword is sheathed.Before everyone could react, she had already walked back.

King Jin looked straight at her and didn't look at her. He felt that he seemed unhappy, bit his lip slightly, and asked carefully before moving closer: "Are you angry?"

Only then did King Jin look at her, and said flatly, "No. It's just a pity that this is the first time this king has seen it."

The corner of his mouth lightly pursed, knowing that he meant something.This set of swordsmanship was not taught by him, but by Su Changqing. He might be unhappy because he practiced the swordsmanship taught by others, and he was faintly worried.

She sat upright and listened to other people talking there, "What kind of sword technique is this? It's so beautiful."

There are also those who are envious and jealous, "No wonder you want to practice swords, so you came prepared, but now you have gained a lot of limelight!"

"No matter how much the limelight is, she's just a concubine. You see, King Jin doesn't seem to like it." The woman was careful and naturally noticed it.

The man snorted coldly, "Who likes his woman to be in the limelight!"

Those words were passed on intentionally or unintentionally, and Qing Wei became more and more uneasy in her heart.

Did I really do something wrong?The joy brought by the sword dance just now disappeared in an instant.

She picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up a dish, only to realize that her hands were shaking badly and her heart was heavy. Even the chopsticks were much heavier. After all, she put down the chopsticks and missed.

She lowered her head without saying a word, poured herself a glass of wine, and was about to drink it, but Xiao Zijun stopped her.

He cut off the wine glass and held her hand, which was as expected cold.He put her favorite dishes on the plate, "You don't hold a lot of alcohol, let alone dry drinking."

She nodded and finally smiled, "My lord, how is my sword dance?"

He remembered that her hand holding the vegetables was shaking just now, and he knew that it was caused by her not holding the sword often, so he felt pain in his heart, and said with a smile: "It looks good. This king is very jealous."

(End of this chapter)