Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

"What are we competing for this time?" Mu Yao looked at Feng Xuanyan and Xie Ci and asked.

The thought of having to compete a few more times made her feel exhausted.

Today, she got up before the hour of Mao and has been working without taking off the saddle until now. Now she was dragged to the arena to compete with her stomach not full, and she suddenly felt depressed. Now she just wanted to end the palace banquet early and go back to rest.

Feng Xuanyan didn't wait to ask Xie Ci's opinion, and asked impatiently: "How about a dance competition?"

In terms of dancing, Feng Xuanyan was second to none in Shangjing. Even the Queen praised her for dancing with wide sleeves, like a bird flying from the east. It was also because of that stunning image that Queen Gu wanted to make Feng Xuanyan the Crown Princess.

Mu Yao raised her eyebrows when she heard that, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

"A contest?"

She looked at Feng Xuanyan again.

If it wasn't for her flute solo, just one punch would be enough to deal a heavy blow to Feng Xuanyan's fragile little body.

Minister Feng is very protective of his daughter, and Mu Yao is really worried that he will beat his daughter until she cries, and the old man will fight with her at his age.

Seeing Mu Yao's uncertain expression, with excitement flashing in her eyes, Feng Xuanyan asked immediately, "Is it not possible? Or is Miss Mu in trouble?"

Off the court, Xu Yan was so angry that his chest was boiling, and he cursed Feng Xuanyan countless times in his heart for being shameless. If you have any grudges, just go to him. What kind of ability is it to keep making things difficult for his future wife!

Mu Yao observed Wang Yanzhi and Xie Ci: In the first round of competition, she won by being clever. Xie Ci, the Beiming State Master, fully demonstrated his broad-mindedness and generosity as the first son. Between people, face is mutual. I heard that Xie Ci is quite accomplished in martial arts. If he has the upper hand in this round, it can be regarded as a favor. If he is still at a disadvantage, it won’t be too late for her to let Feng Xuanyan go when the time comes.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Yao smiled and replied, "Why not let Lord Wang and Master Xie compete first?"

Hmm? Feng Xuanyan looked at Mu Yao in confusion. She thanked him and politely bowed to Wang Yanzhi, saying, "Master Wang, please."

When everyone heard that Xie Ci was going to compete with Wang Yanzhi, they were immediately excited. Even though Xie Ci was in Dayun, almost all the ladies and half of the men in the audience cheered for Xie Ci.

Mu Yao looked at the cold aura around Wang Yanzhi, walked up to him without saying anything and gently patted his shoulder, her eyes full of care and understanding.

Her extremely "loving" gaze in Wang Yanzhi's eyes was a beautiful picture that struck his heart, cold and broken. He clenched his hands behind his back, and the aura around him suddenly became tough and dangerous, which made Mu Yao stunned for a moment.

Both sides picked out a weapon they were familiar with on the field, and surprisingly both chose long swords.

Feng Xuanyan looked at their tense situation and her face turned pale. She trembled and slowly moved towards Mu Yao, saying guiltily: "Lady Mu, the dance I'm talking about is a light and graceful dance."

ha?

Mu Yao looked at her in surprise: "Why didn't you make it clear earlier?"

Seeing her shaky and pitiful appearance with red eyes, Mu Yao couldn't bear it and comforted her, "It's okay. If you want to compete in dancing, we can do it later. Let them handle swordplay. We'll compete in our own ways, it's all relevant anyway."

Her dancing skills were mediocre. Although she had learned some, they were far behind those of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If Xie Ci was at a disadvantage, what would it matter if he lost to her once?

The uneasiness in Feng Xuanyan's eyes was gradually disappearing, and her nervousness slowly calmed down. She stared at Mu Yao blankly, as if... as if Miss Mu was not that annoying after all.

Looking at the two people on the stage, they were already fighting fiercely.

Wang Yan's feet were like the wind, and with a flick of his wrist, he swung the sharp sword flower towards Xie Ci with unstoppable force. Xie Ci cleverly resolved the sword light with a shadow shift, and with a swing of his arm, he slashed at the opponent with a backhand, his move was as fast as lightning, his clothes fluttered, and he was as graceful as a swimming dragon.

There were afterimages on the field and a strong wind blew up. The two sides were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell who would win.

Everyone off the field looked solemn, the atmosphere was tense, and the hall was filled with a murderous aura.

Mu Yao stared at their sword moves flying all over the sky in a trance. They were ever-changing and continuous, and every move and every style contained an amazing sword intent.

When masters fight, their victory lies in the details.

Xie Ci was worthy of being the Bei Ming State Master and a strategic figure of his generation. After hundreds of moves of swordplay, he found a loophole and defeated Wang Yanzhi with just half a move, thus ending this exciting and fierce battle.

Wang Yanzhi's shirt had a long tear on his chest, but fortunately he was able to stop at a reasonable point and nothing serious happened.

"Lord Wang, I will give you my place." Xie Ci drew his sword with his backhand and bowed to Wang Yanzhi. The figure in clothes whiter than snow was spotless, with an indescribable beauty and extraordinary beauty.

Xie Ci's victory again made Wang Yanzhi feel more and more pressure in his chest. He returned the greeting slightly stiffly and stepped aside with an expressionless face.

Facing Xie Ci, he had to reflect on himself again. Obviously, he overestimated his own strength. He has never been a person who can't afford to lose, but he was unwilling to take Mu Yao with him. Maybe it's time to change the scene.

Just as he was about to bow to Mu Yao to show his intention to withdraw, Mu Yao's lips suddenly raised, and her eyes were full of affection. In an instant, she looked like a lotus with an embroidered face, which shocked Wang Yanzhi's heart and soul, and he couldn't say the words that were on his lips.

"The swordplay between Lord Wang and Master Xie was magnificent, graceful, smooth, and wonderful, showing the exquisite swordplay. I admire and envy them very much. If there is a chance, Lord Wang will give me more advice in the future."

There were already many people in the audience shouting for Wang Yanzhi to leave, and some even shouted that Wang Yanzhi was holding back Lady Mu. Mu Yao felt sorry for Wang Yanzhi from the bottom of her heart. Was Xie Ci, a Beiming countryman, worthy of a bunch of Dayun men and women turning against him? He was really turning his elbow outward and aiming his gun inward.

Listening to Mu Yao's full affirmation and high evaluation of him, Wang Yanzhi, who always had strong self-control, had his eyes shining with crystal light, and the corners of his cold and thin lips curled up in a not-so-small arc.

Everyone present was getting nervous, as if they had grasped the point. He Wanyi's eyes suddenly changed when she looked at Mu Yao.

Ye Lianhe stared at her from afar with burning eyes and asked tentatively: "Ms. Mu, are you good at martial arts?"

The Princess, Prime Minister Xu, Imperial Tutor Li, Minister Xu and others also stood there as if they had been electrocuted.

They never knew that Mu Yao had kung fu skills. Ye Jingshu felt more and more depressed. Her daughter-in-law was too outstanding. Qingcheng couldn't keep her beauty.

Mu Yao met the gaze of the "God of War" without fear and said calmly: "I only know a little bit, but I can't compare with you, my boy."

This is true. Although her master is an excellent swordsman, he is no match for the people here who can climb walls and fly over rooftops and swing swords like rain.

Ye Lianhe instantly became interested: "How about Miss Mu, can you spar with me?"

Huh? Mu Yao couldn't believe her ears: Ye Lianhe, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Wang Yanzhi blurted out nervously: "No, Miss Mu only knows a little bit, how can she fight against the agile posture of the "War King"? What if I hurt you?"

This time, Xu Yan also rarely agreed with Wang Yanzhi and said loudly: "Master Wang is right. Please think twice before fighting."

The princess frowned as she looked at this ignorant "rascal" and complained, "Lord Zhan, my daughter-in-law is a delicate and precious woman. She will be getting married to Qingcheng soon, so we cannot afford any mistakes."

Ye Lianhe had been afraid of this imperial aunt since he was a child. In his heart, Ye Jingshu was much more terrifying than his mother. He had been punished to copy the Book of Rites since he was a child. Seeing the anger on his aunt's face, Ye Lianhe coughed unconsciously: "The imperial aunt is right, there is a long way to go."

Soon, everyone's thoughts returned to Taichung.

Mu Yao wanted a draw today. Since she was slightly behind now... She couldn't help but turn her gaze to Feng Xuanyan.

Her eyes were curved and her smile was very friendly: "Ms. Feng, you come in." After she finished speaking, she made a polite invitation gesture.

After Mu Yao's sincere request, Feng Xuanyan regained her confidence, lifted her skirt and turned to Xie Ci and said, "Master Xie, I want to dance to "National Beauty", I wonder if you can accompany me?"

Xie Ci pondered for a moment and said calmly, "The song selected by Noble Lady Feng is magnificent. If I were to accompany it alone, I'm afraid it would be difficult to present a magnificent and grand style. How about you select a few men or ladies who are familiar with music to accompany it?"

Feng Xuanyan's eyes lit up when she heard this. What a good idea. She wished the lineup was as grand as possible, and immediately asked the men on the field. She would not speak to the noble lady. Everyone respected each other so much that no one would bend down to accommodate her.

Soon, a large number of arms were raised in the hall, and Feng Xuanyan didn't know who to choose. Suddenly, she noticed that Xu Yan didn't raise his hand, and immediately said maliciously: "Young Master Xu from the Minister of Rites' family, haven't you been wanting to perform on stage since just now? How about you accompany me?"

Xu Yan is good at playing the flute and is well-known in Shangjing. If we can get his help, we will be even more powerful.

Xu Yan was furious when he heard this and was about to refuse, but then he thought about how Mu Yao had mentioned before that she was still not satisfied after listening to his music, and this was also an opportunity to perform on the same stage with her, so he curled his lips helplessly and finally agreed to go on stage.

Xu Shida looked at his son's actions with a look of shock, and couldn't help but doubt his sanity! If he went to accompany Feng Xuanyan, would he still be able to play with A Yao later?

Feng Xuanyan didn't expect Xu Yan to come up. He was really flexible. Her father Feng Tiao didn't think so. He took a sip of the wine and glanced at Xu Shida. Now it seems that Xu Yan is a child who can't keep his composure and will not be able to take on important tasks in the future. A blessing in disguise, this marriage is broken off - that's good.

Soon, Feng Xuanyan decided on the candidates for Harmony: Xie Ci was good at qin, Xu Yan was good at flute, He Hongyuan, the youngest son of He Yuxian from the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, was good at erhu, and there was also a pipa player, but since no one among the boys could play it, Emperor Qingyuan selected one from the court musicians to join in the fun.

The soul-stirring music rose. Feng Xuanyan was seen dancing with long sleeves, her figure enchanting, spinning on the stage in her aqua-blue dance dress, her sleeves fluttering, her long black hair moving in the wind, she was dancing like a fairy, graceful like a celestial being.

Everyone present was mesmerized by this pretty figure. Even Mu Yao sighed in her heart that the "second most beautiful woman in Shangjing" was indeed as charming and graceful as her reputation.

Feng Xuanyan's strength brought Mu Yao a lot of pressure. Just the fact that she stood on tiptoe and turned thirty circles in Taichung was far beyond her reach. It seemed that she had to rely on her wits and cleverness.

After the music and dancing ended, warm applause rang out like spring rain, soaking the hearts of everyone present.

Emperor Qingyuan praised repeatedly, and Empress Gu beside him also showed great appreciation and satisfaction in her eyes.

Seeing the emperor and the empress's affirmation of her, Feng Xuanyan looked at Ye Qinghan excitedly, but she didn't expect that he didn't even raise his head and just drank by himself. She was so angry that she almost forgot to bow and leave.

Imperial Concubine He cast her gaze towards Mu Yao and asked meaningfully, "Ms. Mu, I wonder what surprise you will bring us next? I am looking forward to it."

Mu Yao blinked mischievously and said in a sonorous voice: "I would like to ask the men present to help me play the Great Yun folk song "Triumph" and present a sword dance to everyone. I wish my motherland prosperity, peace and prosperity, and a picturesque and shining landscape!"

The dance has not started, but the love is already there.

This impassioned speech completely aroused Emperor Qingyuan's ambition to unify the world. His eyes were filled with ambition, and if he hadn't been concerned about Bei Ming, he would have laughed out loud.

This girl's state of mind really suits his taste. There was an unknown light flashing in Emperor Qingyuan's eyes as he began to think deeply.

Imperial Concubine He was very surprised by Mu Yao's performance. She glanced at Ye Lianhe and sure enough, her son was staring at Imperial Concubine Mu with admiration and a raised lip corner.

Mu Yao's words "Bless my motherland" touched Ye Lianhe's heart. He had fought on the battlefield for many years and had made countless military achievements. Indistinctly, he seemed to feel that he could resonate with this noble lady in some aspects.

Li Taifu and Xu Shida slowly stood up and walked steadily to Taichung. Mu Yao looked at her father and Uncle Xu in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

Li Taifu bowed to Emperor Qingyuan and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to accompany my daughter."

Emperor Qingyuan was delighted and laughed loudly, "Great, great. The last time I heard the Grand Tutor playing the zither was when you won the top three prizes in the imperial examinations in the Golden Palace. It has been so many years, and I am lucky to hear it again today. How wonderful!"

Xu Shida then bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am good at playing the flute. I would like to play a piece of music for you. I am willing to do my best to help you."

"That's right. Lord Xu's flute music is full of charm and his skills are superb. Young Master Xu has inherited all your teachings!"

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Xu Shida felt a dull pain in his chest when he thought of his foolish son. If the child hadn't been so unpromising, there would be no need for me to help him now."

When the Minister of Personnel Zhu Huaijin saw that his two old friends had come on stage, he nudged his daughter Zhu Errou with his elbow.

Zhu Errou put down the fruit fork with a look of grievance, stood up and stood in front of the hall with her father.

Zhu Huaijin happily cupped his hands and reported to Emperor Qingyuan: "Your Majesty, my daughter Zhu Errou is good at playing the erhu. Why not let her accompany Noble Lady Mu and have some fun together?"

"Okay, my dear daughter has been learning from the "national style master" Wei Chongguang since she was young. She plays the erhu very well. I'm in for a treat today, hahahaha."

This time, the harmonious lineup is incomparable to Feng Xuanyan's.

There was silence in the hall, as everyone held their breath in tacit understanding and waited for the "Triumph" dance.

I saw a fairy in Taichung, with a bright sword in her hand, her sleeves flying and brushing the clouds and rain, as graceful as a green orchid and as elegant as a flying dragon.

As the music became more passionate, the sword in her hand danced quickly, creating thousands of sword flowers. Her figure was like flowing clouds and water. Every move she made was a combination of hardness and softness. Sometimes it was like the floating breeze and rippling water, and sometimes it was as majestic and magnificent as thousands of horses galloping.

The makeup on Furong's face is like the bright moon, her smile is like a lotus, she is confident and outspoken, and she follows her heart.

The little red light between the clouds adds to the starry brilliance.

Her beauty is as enchanting as Xi Shi, and more elegant than Tai Zhen.

The hearts of the men present were like double silk nets, with thousands of knots in them. A sword dance, I don't know how many red beans were lost.