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

Chapter 240
Feng Wuxie was dressed in white today, with a veil covering his face, standing on the lotus leaf in the hazy night, like a fairy descending to earth.

She danced the long sword in her hand a few times, the blade buzzed, and said to Xu Furong: "Miss Xu, please."

Xu Furong had pulled back her airs a long time ago, her arms were almost sore, and her body was so cold that she was dying of cold, just now she only cared about seeing that Feng Wuxie was showing off.

Hearing her words now, he was even more angry to death, obviously he was the main character, how could it be the other way around when it came to her.

She took a deep breath, and began to pluck the strings, and the melody of flowing water poured out from her fingers. Everyone's expressions paused, and they were deeply attracted by the sound of the piano.

Feng Wuxie tapped her toes lightly, and swiped her long sword across the water with her slender hand. The sound of the sword rang out, and a column of water was provoked by her, which wrapped around her body like a silver dragon, flying up and down.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the miraculous woman on the water in the pool. What kind of internal strength does it take to achieve this?

Feng Wuxie's clothes fluttered, the movements of her hands became faster and faster, the water dragon condensed and did not disperse, following her every move closely.

Cold sweat broke out on Xu Furong's forehead, and Feng Wuxie's strike frightened her. If she couldn't keep up with her rhythm at this time, her title as the number one talented woman might be handed over to others, so Play harder.

Jun Yeli's gaze closely followed the petite woman in the pool, and the pampering in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it. He only felt that his heart had been grasped by Feng Wuxie laboriously, and he couldn't let go anymore. .

Seeing Feng Wuxie spinning calmly and freely, the long sword in his hand danced a piece of silver, which almost blended with the white clothes on her body, so majestic, yet so delicate and charming.

As Feng Wuxie moved faster and faster, Xu Furong's piano sound became more and more passionate, and at this time, Qingyue's voice sounded like the sound of nature.

Peeling off the wall Flying dance smashes the setting sun,
The wreath rings, the sleeves flutter, and the sleeves are fragrant.

The confusion of yellow sand engraves the despair of thousands of generations,
Reincarnation is boundless, fate is dark, unforgettable.

Who is playing the Hujia pipa in the distance,
A string of injury, a string of hate, melancholy.

How many splendors were written by the priests in the temple,
The stone wall is cool, the wind howls wildly, and hesitates.

Loneliness permeates the purple moss and the world of mortals,

Yellow spring flows, blue falls to, fate dies.

Duanyan called farewell to Yunxiachang, exaggerating the madness of life and death in the ruins,

The ancient legend ended without words, and the silver snow drifted in the myriad valleys,
How many splendors were written by the priests in the temple,
The stone wall is cool, the wind howls wildly, and hesitates.

Loneliness permeates the purple moss and the world of mortals,

The yellow spring flows, the blue falls, the fate is scattered,
Through the vicissitudes of life, the past is dead, the fate is mourning,

Tears congeal injury, tears congeal frost, fate burial.

Tears glistened in Jun Yeli's eyes, his throat was choked up, and his chest seemed to be stabbed by a sword, the pain made him suffocate and breathless.

What a fate, fate, fate, burial, is this woman breaking up with herself in disguise?
With a few understated words, she wanted to obliterate all the pasts with herself, she was really ruthless.

With a light tap of the toes, the person had already slid out like a ghost, and when everyone came back to their senses, they saw that Jun Yeli had already been entangled with Feng Wuxie.

The deep and powerful lyrics spit out from Jun Yeli's mouth.

By the quiet lake, the moon is slightly cool, looking at each other, (meeting by the lake, a glimpse, can you really forget?)
Climb the lake and the sea, the pool is cold, obsessively entangled, (falling to the bottom of the pool together, life and death depend on each other, can you really forget?)
The heart is like iron, the words will never die, and will not let go. (Your heart is as hard as iron, and every sentence hurts seriously. You can forget all the past, but I won't let it go.)
The masculine beauty of the man and the femininity of the woman are surprisingly harmonious, and there is no slight inconsistency in the movements of the two. It seems that this is a performance that has been rehearsed for a long time.

The man is incomparably handsome and unparalleled in the world, and the woman is beautiful and beautiful, and the two have a tacit understanding.

A sentence crossed the minds of everyone almost at the same time, Prince Xuan and Concubine Nan are a good match!

Feng Wuxie's hands were tightly clenched by Jun Yeli's. He wanted to dance his sword and deal with him, but when he heard his words, look at each other, cling to each other, and not let go.

There was a trace of sourness in her heart, she had already expressed her intentions, why is he still so obsessed?

Looking at Jun Yeli's affectionate eyes, Feng Wuxie jumped up like a deer, but at this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly became more excited.

Xu Furong was about to die of anger, the fingers she flicked here were tingling, but the two of them were flirting with each other, did they think she was a fool?
What's even more hateful is that these idiots still have yearning expressions on their faces. Could it be that no one can see that these two are having an affair?
The dignified and talented woman of Western Chu was led by the nose by the Nan Wangfei.

When she got excited, she wanted to make Feng Wuxie look bad.

The internal force was condensed between the fingers, and the string knife broke through the wind and went away. How can I swallow this breath if I don't let the Southern Princess make a fool of herself today.

As soon as Xu Furong's piano sound was excited, Feng Wuxie was the first to recover, and hurriedly pushed out a palm to send Jun Yeli back to the shore.

Everyone also recovered from the scene just now, everyone was a little dazed, what happened just now?Why did Prince Xuan and Concubine Nan hold hands and dance?

However, it is really beautiful!
Looking at Prince Xuan again, he had already returned to the shore, as if the scene just now was just a phantasm in a dream, his face was calm and calm, was it not as good as they thought in their hearts?
As soon as Feng Wuxie sent Jun Yeli away, the Xiandao behind her had already caught up, and she flew into the air to avoid the Xiandao.

Looking at Xu Furong's provocative face, Feng Wuxie's eyes inevitably added a bit of murderous intent.

She has always insisted that no one offends me, I will not offend others, if someone offends me, dodge three points, if someone offends me again, kill the weeds.

Xu Furong's repeated provocations, how can she tolerate her?

Feng Wuxie waved his hand to stir up a jet of water, which was many times larger than before. If it was a silver dragon just now, this jet of water could be called a giant dragon now.

Almost all the water in the pool was stirred up by Feng Wuxie, forming a wall of water in front of him with overwhelming momentum.

Seeing that she hadn't plotted against Feng Wuxie, Xu Furong was frightened, and it was too late to plot against her again, a wall of water suddenly appeared in front of her, Xu Furong couldn't react in time, the water poured down on her head and face.

Previously, in order to show off her piano skills, Xu Furong sat on a high step far away from the crowd, so when the water wall came, it immediately chilled her.

"Ah..." Xu Furong screamed, and the cold water poured down on her head, which wetted her combed hair, and her dark hair stuck to her face, like a female ghost.

The powerful water flowed over, and Xu Furong rolled down like a ball.

Xu Furong was shivering from the cold, and she was so angry that she could no longer care about Miss Qianjin's demeanor. When she got up, the villain first complained: "Princess Nan, why did you treat me like this? Even if it's because of my good piano skills, you can't get off the stage." , you can’t do that either.”

Xu Furong cried pear blossoms with rain, she was pitiful, but everyone's hearts were like a mirror, if it wasn't because of her vicious mind, using the string knife to knock Feng Wuxie into the water, how could Feng Wuxie treat her Shot?

So instead of having the slightest sympathy for Xu Furong, everyone looked at her with contempt.

Seeing his daughter's disheveled appearance, Xu Changqing suddenly became more than half awake, and hurriedly asked the palace maid to bring a piece of clothing to her.

So for Xu Furong's retaliation, Feng Wuxie just replied coldly: "This is still light for you, if you dare to be vicious again, it will not be your clothes that get wet."

She doesn't mind letting her drink water in the pool and wash her brain.

Xu Furong was stunned by Feng Wuxie, and she naturally understood that Feng Wuxie's subordinates had shown mercy just now, otherwise with Feng Wuxie's skill, she would have been thrown into the pool long ago.

Xu Furong thought that Feng Wuxie was the princess of a small country who could be rounded up and flattened by others, but only now did she realize that she was mistaken.

Feng Wuxie looks harmless on the surface, she looks like she doesn't fight with others, but in fact she has a cold temperament, not fighting with you doesn't mean you can bully her.

Once you offend her, that person will never forget it.

As soon as the cold wind passed, Xu Furong shuddered shiveringly. The tulle on her body was tightly attached to her body, and the peach-pink apron was partly visible through the tulle.

Xu Furong lowered her head, only to realize that she was having a good time, and the eyes of the people around her were like awls on her body.

The maid came over and put a cloak on her so that she would not be ashamed.

Xu Furong raised her eyes and looked at her father begging for help, only to find that Xu Changqing, a bachelor, had already slipped behind the crowd, acting like a turtle, and warned her with her eyes, don't make trouble again, it would be embarrassing enough up.

Such an accident made Emperor Chu feel a little unhappy, this Xu Furong was really ignorant, to actually want to embarrass Princess Nan in front of so many people.

Fortunately, Princess Nan was merciful, otherwise the embarrassment would be even greater.

He glanced at Xu Changqing with some displeasure, and said to him: "Ling Qianjin has been drenched in water, take her down quickly, so as not to catch a cold."

On the contrary, she didn't mean to be harsh on Feng Wuxie.

Xu Changqing knew that Emperor Chu was saving face for him, so he said gratefully: "Thank you for your kindness, I will bring my little girl back."

Xu Furong didn't know whether she was dumbfounded by the water or lost her mind again, but she turned the matter over after hearing Emperor Chu's understatement.

Not to mention my own embarrassment, the most important thing is that Nan Wangfei stood there like a normal person.

Feeling aggrieved, she knelt down on the ground with a thud, Xu Changqing didn't hold her back, and blurted out the words without passing through her brain: "Your Majesty, you have to decide for your ministers, it's fine for Princess Nan to frame your ministers, but she In front of everyone, to seduce..."

With a crisp snap, Xu Furong got a big mouth on the face, and slapped back what she said below.

As soon as Xu Furong turned her head, she saw Xu Changqing's livid face. She was full of grievances and had nowhere to release them. Now that she was slapped in the face in front of so many people, she felt even more grievances to death.

"Father, you hit me?"

(End of this chapter)