The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 239

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, no one said anything, the atmosphere became tense for a moment, but Jun Yeli was drinking glass after glass of wine leisurely.

Doesn't seem to care about the approaching storm at all.

Feng Wuxie's expression was calm, and he didn't care about the eyes of those people at all: "Back to the emperor, the king of Nanfan has always felt that the martial arts of the Central Plains are profound and profound, so he wants to ask His Royal Highness Xuanwang some tricks."

Even if he didn't say anything later, Emperor Chu should have guessed a little bit, looking at Mo Sang's pale face, and then at the arrogance on his prince's face.

Emperor Chu's gloomy face suddenly brightened, the other party didn't even touch the corner of his prince's clothes, what a long face.

"Old Six, you are too ignorant of what to do." Although Emperor Chu reprimanded Jun Yeli, the smile on his face did not imply any trace of reproach, but was very pleased.

Jun Yeli answered yes lightly, then sat down, and glanced at the guy who just spoke intentionally or unintentionally.

I thought who it was, it turned out to be Lin Yizhi, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, a member of the princeling party, Jun Yeli smiled slightly, and raised his glass to that person.

Lin Yizhi's neck shrank, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body. He faintly felt that he was going to be in great trouble. He raised his glass with an embarrassed expression, wanting to respect Jun Yeli.

Unexpectedly, Jun Yeli turned around and left him on the spot like a salted fish.

Emperor Chu was busy talking and joking with Zhaoping, but he didn't see this at all. When he put his eyes on the table again, everyone had already returned to calm.

Even the Shaoqing of Dali Temple was devastated, whoever dared to gossip about what happened just now, might have risked his own life in it.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Gong Moran signaled the butler, Uncle Fu, with his eyes, and brought up the dishes.

Huabao duck, squirrel salmon, slippery quail, stewed mutton, etc. Dozens of dishes were served, filling the table in front of everyone.

Although it's not ginseng and deer antler, it is extremely rare to have this kind of thought. Emperor Chu was tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas in the palace, and when he tasted these folk dishes, he was full of praise.

"Fourth is really caring, these dishes are very suitable for my appetite."

Gong Moran stood up and cupped his hands to Emperor Chu: "It's as long as Father likes it."

Emperor Chu nodded with a smile, very satisfied, and when he caught a glimpse of the table, his eyes suddenly lit up.

All the ministers at today's banquet brought their family members. Although some of them were mediocre in appearance, some of them were very eye-catching.

One of them was a woman in a lavender dress with butterfly flowers embroidered on it. She was quiet, virtuous, and very beautiful. She matched the Prince Xuan next to her very well.

As soon as Emperor Chu was in a good mood, he began to think about finding a wife for his son again, so he turned his head and asked Zhaoping: "Whose family is the girl sitting next to your sixth brother?"

Zhaoping raised his eyes and looked down, but saw that it was Xu Furong, the most talented woman in the capital, the youngest daughter of Xu Changqing's family.

She always puts on airs and ignores everyone, for fear that others will not know that she is the number one talented woman in the capital.

Although he has never met, Zhaoping really doesn't like people who pretend like this.

Then he said angrily: "She, the youngest daughter of the grand scholar's family."

Emperor Chu was still immersed in his beautiful fantasies, he didn't see Zhaoping's expression at all, nodded and said: "He is born with a good appearance."

Zhaoping paused with his hand holding vegetables, glanced at Xu Furong who was eating vegetables one by one, and sneered in his heart, is this a good-looking one?
It was not even one-tenth of Feng Wuxie's. Thinking of Feng Wuxie's matter, Zhaoping sighed, what a beauty.

But what she didn't know was that Feng Wuxie was sitting below, secretly competing with Jun Yeli.

She pinched the salty pig's hand stretched out beside her, feeling her fingers were sore, but the man didn't even frown.

Feng Wuxie wanted to stare at him, but there were countless pairs of eyes behind him, so he could only endure it.

The tablecloth covered Jun Yeli's shameless actions, facing Feng Wuxie's torment, he seemed to enjoy it.

Feng Wuxie's right hand was grabbed by him, and he couldn't move it even if he tried to pull it back. Facing a table of delicious food, his stomach growled with hunger.

Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, Mo Sang asked with concern: "Why don't you eat? It doesn't suit your appetite?"

Feng Wuxie was afraid that he would have another conflict with Jun Yeli for himself, so he forced a smile and said, "No, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

Mo Sang let out an oh, and no longer became suspicious.

The small actions of several people fell into Xu Furong's eyes. She was so angry that she really wanted to tell the Nanfan king loudly.

You have been cuckolded, and you are still eating and drinking. Your princess is hooking up with people under your nose, can't you see it?

Xu Furong drank a glass of wine in annoyance, the jealousy in her heart swelled up, but she was soft-spoken, even if she was suffocated, she could only bear it.

At this moment, Emperor Chu's voice came from above his head: "Are you Xu Changqing's daughter? A talented woman who is well-known in the capital?"

Xu Furong was overjoyed, why did God start to take pity on her when she was complaining just now?
Xu Changqing was still sitting at the banquet drinking, but he didn't expect that Emperor Chu would mention him suddenly, he stood up hastily, and said respectfully: "My majesty, she is the little girl of my humble minister, Xu Furong."

Xu Furong suppressed the joy in her heart, Yingying stood up and bowed down to Emperor Chu: "My Majesty, my servant is Xu Furong, and a talented girl is just because everyone thinks highly of me, and I am ashamed to be my servant."

Xu Furong knew very well that this was her only bargaining chip, and her attitude was extremely respectful, showing the demeanor of a famous family to the fullest.

Emperor Chu nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "I heard that your piano skills are good, let's play a piece."

Xu Furong blessed the body, and said: "Yes, it's just that the melody of the zither will not let down this beautiful occasion. If someone dances with you, it will be even more exciting. Minnv heard that Nanfan women dance well. If you are lucky enough to see Nanwangfei The dancing posture, the folk girl will have no regrets in this life."

Xu Furong looked at Feng Wuxie provocatively. Her qin art is famous all over the capital. If Feng Wuxie dares to challenge her, she will definitely make a fool of herself.

Looking around the world, few people can keep up with her pace.

Xu Changqing glanced at Xu Furong in surprise, his daughter is the most well-behaved, she never likes to be competitive, what's the matter today, why is she still showing off?
But when I think about it, if I behave well, it would be a good thing to gain the emperor's favor, and if I match her with a good marriage, it would be considered worthwhile to come here.

"Fu'er, don't be rude. How can you be the one who can climb up to Princess Nan?" Xu Changqing said to her pretending to be cautious and angry.

Xu Furong lowered her head slightly, and said fearfully: "Yes, my daughter knows that she is wrong. My daughter just admires Princess Nan and has no other intentions."

When she said these words, all eyes in the hall were cast on Feng Wuxie, Nan Fan women are good at singing and dancing, presumably Nan Wangfei's dancing skills are even more superb.

After receiving Xu Furong's provocation, as well as the gazes of all the good-natured people, Feng Wuxie knew that she had been put on the shelf, and she couldn't evade it even if she did.

It is related to Nanfan's face and Mosang's dignity, she will not let Mosang be said that she married a vase as a princess.

Emperor Chu seemed to be very interested in this matter, and cast his eyes on Feng Wuxie, but just as he was about to speak, Feng Wuxie stood up by himself.

"My concubine's dancing skills are really not good, and she can't be in the elegant hall. Since everyone wants to see it, let's dance a sword dance for everyone."

There was a bit of surprise on the faces of the crowd. The sword dance is much more difficult than the dance. If the dance is not good, not only will it not be able to complement the beauty of the woman's body, but it will make people feel nondescript.

Feng Wuxie dared to dance the sword dance, so it was naturally a few brushes.

Mo Sang knew that Feng Wuxie would not do things he was not sure of, so he didn't have any worries at all, so he secretly encouraged Feng Wuxie: "Come on."

Feng Wuxie smiled, returning a confident smile, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw Jun Yeli holding a glass of fine wine, and his lips moved slightly.

Feng Wuxie read it out, don't be polite.

He said you're welcome?Feng Wuxie figured it out as soon as he changed his mind, he was asking him not to be polite to Xu Furong.

Presumably Jun Yeli also saw that Xu Furong had bad intentions, so he said that.

Feng Wuxie nodded and lowered his eyelids, keeping all his emotions in his eyes, and remained calm.

Almost everyone has extremely high expectations for this competition, but Xu Furong's face froze. The rhythm of the sword dance is the most difficult to grasp. The tranquility of the bridge and the water.

What is required is movement in stillness, and stillness in movement, which is the most test of one's piano skills.

But the challenge was proposed by myself, and there is absolutely no reason not to accept it. If I quit at this time, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?
Thinking that her piano skills are not two-handed, Xu Furong gritted her teeth and responded: "Then ask Princess Nan to give me some pointers."

"It's not about giving advice, Miss Xu doesn't need to be modest." Feng Wuxie said flatly.

Since it was a sword dance, one must have a sword, Feng Wuxie looked around, wanting to borrow one from the waiting guard.

There was a sound of swiping, and a long sword appeared in front of her eyes. The long sword in Jun Yeli's hand groaned slightly, and the blade had a cold light. It looked like a peerless sword.

Feng Wuxie paused for a moment, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and said to Jun Yeli, "Thank you."

Then he said to everyone: "I can't use it indoors, how about going outside to watch it?"

Tonight's night is very good, a bright moon hangs high, reflecting the entire Jin Palace as bright as day, this situation is the most refreshing.

Emperor Chu nodded with rare high spirits, and strode out, followed by everyone.

It was said that it was outside, but it was moved to a gazebo that was transparent on all sides, and the cool wind was blowing outside, making people feel cold all over.

Xu Furong was about to die of anger. In order to attend the banquet, she wore a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings, which couldn't block the cold wind outside.

I thought that someone would give her a cloak sympathetically, but until she sat on the steps by the pool, there was no one who was courteous.

Because everyone's eyes were attracted by Feng Wuxie standing on the lotus leaf. No one thought that Feng Wuxie was slender, but his martial arts were so profound that he could stand on the lotus leaf without getting wet.

As far as this skill is concerned, I am afraid that there are not many people in the entire Western Chu who can do it, except of course King Xuan.

(End of this chapter)