Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Only then did the crowd react, and they all bowed upstairs: "Thank you, King Qin, for giving me the dance."

"Humph." Hearing the voice outside, Ying Zheng snorted coldly, what is meant by bestowing on you, even the widows are begging for it.

He felt a little regretful, it should be for Mr. Gu to only show him the dance.

When Gu Nan came back, the white dress had been replaced, and the white armor and the fierce animal face were put on again.

Ying Zheng looked at Gu Nan who had put on her armor again, and recalled her appearance before, with regret and annoyance in her eyes.

I was just in a daze just now, but I haven't had time to take a good look at it.

I want to see it again.

However, looking at Gu Nan's appearance, it was obvious that the remaining anger was still there, and Ying Zheng didn't dare to mention it.

Gu Nan looked at Ying Zheng's appearance, and the depression in his chest became helpless. After all, he was the student who grew up watching him, so let him make a fool of himself.

Sighing and shaking his head.

"Your Majesty." Bowed slightly, holding the box containing the dress: "This is the clothes just now."

Ying Zheng was stunned: "Didn't the widow say to send it to Mr.?"

Gu Nan put the box on the table, and said weakly: "Your Majesty, you also know that I am a general, so I don't need this kind of clothes."

"That's also for Mr. Yu."

Gu Nan wanted to say something but was stopped by Ying Zheng raising his hand.

said seriously.

"Mr. leads the army all the year round and fights for Daqin, but he has neither fame nor rewards. Daqin owes a lot to Mr. The humble gift is for the widow's gratitude to Mr. Sir, please don't refuse it."

Gu Nan looked at the box silently, and finally accepted it helplessly.

Ying Zheng smiled, and turned to Xianyang outside the building: "And, Mr. Gu, you look very good just now."

Snapped.

A finger flicked on Ying Zheng's head again.

"Sir, why did you hit me?"

"Disrespect teacher."

"Hehehe, sir, it's time to fight."

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On the second day, the Qingshi Yiwu in the palace spread out of the palace wall, and I don't know who said it more, and the demeanor of that dance was circulating in Xianyang City.The scholar regretted not seeing that demeanor, and wrote a poem to mourn himself.There are also those who say they have seen it.

But no one could tell who it was that danced.

All he knew was that she was an extremely handsome woman whom she had never seen in the palace.

Some people say that it is the concubine of King Qin, but King Qin has just been crowned, and he has not heard anything about the concubine.

As a result, there are even more different opinions. They say that there are dancers who are good at dancing in the palace, that they are all from the sisters of the King of Qin, and even more that they are a gift from God.

The most absurd thing is that there are still people who say that it is the leader of the formation, saying that he was lucky enough to see the leader of the formation take off his armor, and it looks like that woman.

Of course, it caused everyone to laugh, no one knows what kind of killer will be in the battle.

The man who had seen the soldiers returning from the army pointed at the east gate of Xianyang City and said with a smile. At that time, the whole street was filled with such a fierce atmosphere that people dared not look up. Didn't even dare to take a breath.

Would such a person be a woman?

He can still dance the dance music that amazes all the officials, who can believe it?

In the palace, the painter put away his brush.

On the silk cloth is a beautiful woman with stretched sleeves, standing under the clouds and moon, as if she is dancing.

He put the pen aside, he quietly looked at the silk cloth with some obsession, this painting should be the best work of his life.

"Is the painting finished?" A voice asked, and Ying Zheng was sitting there.

The painter hurriedly bowed and saluted: "It's ready to go back to the king."

"Bring it up."

"Yes."

The silk cloth was handed up and sent to Ying Zheng, who took it and held it in his hand.

Although the painting is good, after all, it lacks a charm, but it is still very beautiful.

Ying Zheng looked at the painting and smiled slightly.

At the gate of the city, a young man in a white coarse shirt stood there.

Looking at his age, he was only about twenty years old, with long black hair tied on his head, holding a long bronze sword in his hand.

With a tall and straight body and a sharp aura, this young man, who should have looked ordinary, looked like a sharp sword out of its scabbard standing there.

Looking at the streets of Xianyang City with a faint expression on his sharp-edged face, some nostalgia seemed to appear in his eyes.

It should be a young swordsman, but the strange thing is that he still has a short wooden sword pinned to his waist.

The carving of the wooden sword was a bit clumsy, so it could barely be said that it was a sword.

It is indescribably strange for a swordsman to carry such a sword.

There was some hustle and bustle on the street, but the swordsman's side was a little quiet. The sound seemed to be blocked by something, and it was already very small when it reached his side.

He opened his mouth, as if he was talking to himself: "Xianyang City."

A child ran past the young man.

But the young man put his hand on his shoulder.

The child turned around and saw the figure standing in front of him, and took a half step back in fright: "What's the matter with you?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, his face moved and a somewhat forced kind smile appeared.

"Little brother, do you know how to get to the Wu'an Lord's Mansion in Xianyang City?"

"Wu'an Lord's Mansion?"