Dianxia Qingcheng

Pei Zheng stood face to face with the giant, no one moved first.

The giant finally couldn't hold it any longer, and with a low roar, he punched out, but it was empty.

Pei Zheng held the folding fan and stood a step away. The punch just now was powerful, but the speed was far worse.

The giant was obviously a little annoyed, and he used his fists one after another, but they were all dodged by Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng poured his inner strength into the fan, and the folding fan was like a dragon swimming in water, flipping up and down, constantly hitting different parts of the giant's body, trying to find out his weakness.

Finally, when the folding fan flew twice around the giant's head, the giant seemed to cover his head in fear and forgot to attack for a while.

Pei Zheng's eyes moved, and it was there.

More internal force gathered on the folding fan, the folding fan suddenly unfolded, and the whole body radiated silver light, like sword light, layer upon layer wrapped the giant's head.

Silver light suddenly appeared, making the entire hall as bright as day, and several rays of light penetrated the giant's palm and pierced into his temple.

With a "bang", the huge figure suddenly fell to the ground. After twitching a few times on the ground, the seven orifices bleed, and then there was no movement.

Amule gritted his teeth tightly, not wanting to show his displeasure and anger.

And the eyes of the other people in the hall were still glued to the folding fan. Seeing that the folding fan slowly closed and flew back to Pei Zhengshou, everyone was still immersed in shock.

"cool!"

-The milky cheers came from the crowd, accompanied by "squeaky" applause.

Pei Zheng's folding fan was against his chest, and the corner of his lips was hooked at the source of the sound.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look for the past.

Only then did I see a fiery red figure hidden behind a few people, with a tulle half covering his face, but a pair of beautiful eyes flowing, full of excitement and excitement.

Sensing that everyone in the hall was looking at him, Shen Shijiu's applause gradually faded, and he slowly lowered his head.

"Pei Aiqing, worthy of being the head of the hundred officials in my dynasty, I didn't see the wrong person! Come, reward!"

The voice of the emperor pulled everyone's minds back, and everyone expressed their praise to Pei Zheng, and the Prime Minister's Mansion received a large reward on such an important occasion.

"Chief Amule, this folding fan..." Pei Zheng walked to Amule's desk and looked at him condescendingly.

"Since Mr. Pei used it so easily, why don't he give it to Mr. Pei, I wonder if the emperor approves it?"

Taking this fan back now is simply self-defeating, and Amule would rather give it to Pei Zheng directly.

"Then give it to Pei Aiqing, and Aiqing deserves this fan."

Pei Zheng held the folding fan and thanked the emperor, then returned to his seat and sat down.

- After sitting down, Pei Zheng raised his hand and threw the fan into Shen Jiujiu's arms.

Shen Nineteen carefully picked up the fan with both hands, looked left and right, closed and opened it, fanned himself, and then secretly made some small movements behind Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng glanced back at him, and saw that Shen Nineteen was doing the same thing with the fan, and wanted the fan to fly, but unfortunately he had no inner strength at all.

Pei Zheng stretched out his hands and put his **** together, an internal force was instilled on the fan, and he controlled the fan to slowly fly into the air, flying around Shen Shijiu twice.

Shen Nineteen's excited eyes sparkled, and his little hands applauded and cheered, "Your Excellency is amazing!"

Pei Zheng regained his inner strength, and suddenly coughed lightly, feeling that the inner strength in his body became a little disordered, and a **** smell began to surge upwards.

He should not have used his internal strength casually. His chronic illness has never been cured, but after taking a pill from Shen Shijiu last time, he felt that his internal strength seemed to have recovered a little, but now it seems that it is just temporary.

Shen Nineteen noticed that Pei Zheng's expression was a bit wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Sir, what's the matter with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

His fingers quietly touched Pei Zhengmai, something was wrong.

"It's okay."

Pei Zheng calmly retracted his arm, drank a glass of wine, and suppressed the blood in his throat.

The hall began to become lively again, and the face of the barbarians was severely frustrated just now, and everyone was a little excited.

The family members of many officials have prepared some small talents to show off in front of everyone to add to the fun, and several officials even let their daughters dance in front of the emperor, which is obvious.

If the daughter can be seen by the emperor or a high-ranking official of the prince, it will be all the better.

Amule seemed to have no interest in the people performing in the hall, and kept looking in Pei Zheng's direction.

After the people in the hall finished the performance, Amule suddenly said, "Tonight's banquet is really exciting, but I always feel that something is missing..."

He paused for a while, and seemed to be enlightened, "Master Pei is such a prominent person, and everyone around him is extremely superior, right? Can you reveal one or two to open our eyes?"

Pei Zheng looked back and stared at Amule coldly.

As soon as these words came out, the other people in the hall also remembered the figure who had been sitting beside Pei Zheng tonight. On the occasion of bringing relatives and family members, how come it was not the second princess, but a stranger?

Everyone in the hall slowly quieted down, and it seemed that they were all waiting for Shen Nineteen to come forward, but Pei Zheng didn't speak, and Shen Nineteen kept kneeling behind him obediently.

Amule said again, "Lord Pei is too stingy, it's not enough just to let people show off some talents? Or is it that the lord is afraid of embarrassing himself?"

Shen Nineteen quietly poked Pei Zheng's back and whispered, "Sir, I have some talents."

He seemed a little embarrassed, "I, I can dance too."

Pei Zheng's back moved.

Dance?

Not only can he know medicine, but he can also dance?

Shen Nineteen can indeed dance, and his master Shen Huan once taught him.

Shen Nineteen was slender like a woman, and a slender waist was almost three points softer than a woman's, and Shen Huan had seen Shen Nineteen without a mask.

When such a beautiful person dances, it can hook people's souls, so Shen Huan will not let Shen Nineteen dance without a mask.

Shen Nineteen stood up from the futon, and sure enough, he immediately caught everyone's attention. Even the emperor stopped talking with the queen and looked down at the seat.

Pei Zheng squeezed the wine glass in the palm of his hand and thought, just believe him once.

Shen Nineteen walked to the center of the hall and stood, and bowed respectfully to the emperor. His little heart was beating wildly, and he was actually very nervous and scared.

He took a deep breath several times, and regarded all the people sitting below as white radishes, and then slowly began to dance.

The fiery red cloak behind him swayed from side to side along with the slender figure, enchantingly charming, and the soft slender waist seemed to be boneless, light and agile, like Yan Ruhong.

When a few fixed-point dance poses appeared, Shen Nineteen's eyes were slightly biased towards Pei Zheng. Those eyes that were exposed outside the veil were as clear and clear as a pool of spring water, but they carried a nameless charm that attracted people to watch. fell into it together.

- Rotate step by step, step by step for a lifetime of lotus.

When the red figure bloomed with flirtatious red lotuses, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and looked at the center of the hall with breathless eyes.

It wasn't until Shen Nineteen bent down to thank him that there was thunderous applause from the audience.

However, Pei Zheng, who had been staring at Shen Nineteen's figure, didn't notice that the wine glass in his hand was cracked.

Others may not know much, but Pei Zheng can see clearly.

The dance just now is a very famous dance among foreigners, and people who are not foreigners may not have seen it at all.

Pei Zheng recognized this dance because he knew that the little man was half of foreign blood, so he had read a lot of books related to foreigners in the early years.

Then, how could this Shen Nineteen dance this dance? Is he also a foreigner?

The one who also recognized this dance was the current sage on the dragon chair. He once watched his concubine dance once, but he never saw it again. He didn't expect to see him again today.

Sitting below, Amule clapped and said, "It really is a feast for the eyes."

He smiled suddenly, "The dancing posture is already so beautiful, presumably it should be even more beautiful under the veil, can you also let us see what the posture of heaven and man looks like?"

Shen Nineteen was immediately nervous, flustered and at a loss, he knew that he didn't look good, neither above the mask nor under the mask.

The children and children of the various families sitting below are all good-looking. If you take off your veil, you will definitely be laughed at by everyone, and you will be embarrassed by adults.

Everyone under the seat was waiting for Shen Jiujiu to take off his veil, and Shen Jiujiu looked at Pei Zheng helplessly.

Pei Zheng ignored Amule's request at all, and he gave him enough face tonight.

Pei Zheng said to Shen Shijiu, "Come back."

Shen Nineteen felt more at ease, and he went back if the adults wanted him to go back, regardless of what those people wanted him to do.

Unexpectedly, Amule got up and walked up to Shen Shijiu with a big stride, blocking his way with his arms.

"Listen to your family's words like this? Why do you look so stupid..." Amule suddenly lowered his body, and only he and Shen Shijiu could hear the voice

see.

"Let me think about it, wouldn't it be Pei Zheng who likes this type? Tell you, the one before you is still a prince, but your adults don't like it. By the way, that person is called, Qi Changyi"

Long memory?

Shen Nineteen frowned, as if he had heard the name.

Yes, did someone mistake him for Qi Changyi just now?

I saw a folding fan suddenly hit behind Amule's back, and he grabbed it in his hand with a quick response.

"Qing, take it and return it to your lord." Amule shoved the folding fan into Shen Jiujiu's arms, "You should take good care of your own things, if you take it away, you won't be able to return it."

After finishing speaking, Amule smiled at Pei Zheng, and then withdrew his arm that was blocking Shen Nineteen.

Shen Nineteen quickly walked back to Pei Zheng.

Amule ordered his subordinates to go to Emperor Qing to perform a bold dance of their barbarians, and everyone's eyes finally moved back to the center of the hall from the direction of Pei Zheng and Shen Nineteen.

After Shen Nineteen sat down, he gently tugged at Pei Zheng's sleeve, and cried out extremely aggrieved, "Sir..."

Pei Zheng looked at him with complicated eyes, and he found that he didn't know the person in front of him at all.

Turning around, the tall figure cut off most of the eyes, Pei Zheng raised his fingers, stretched into the veil, and lightly groped the sinking Nineteen's chin twice, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Why do you dance that dance just now?"