The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The emperor gave a look and the eunuch who received the order immediately brought a plate of swords to Yun Mujiu.

Yun Mujiu took a quick glance and immediately picked up a bronze sword. The sword was in the shape of a willow leaf with an octagonal side and a red tassel wrapped around the hilt.

"Princess Ye, I can play the drums. Can I play music for you?"

Yun Mujiu looked towards the source of the sound and saw a woman with regular features and a bright smile.

Yun Mujiu nodded, "Sorry to bother Miss Bai Yanshuang."

The emperor and empress had no objections either. They were eager to see how Yun Mujiu would perform.

The drums sounded, Yun Mujiu threw his sword high up, the sword turned several circles in the air, and then fell quickly to the ground.

Yun Mujiu's face was calm, and he reached out and quickly caught the hilt of the sword.

With a turn of the wrist and a step of the foot, the person on the stage began to dance with the sword.

Yun Mujiu swung and rotated the sword skillfully, and the sword body rubbed against the air, making a regular and crisp sound.

Her sword moves are heroic, the sounds of her sword are rhythmic, her whole body moves like a dragon, her steps like a tiger, and the five aspects of hand, eye, body, technique and step are highly coordinated and coordinated so perfectly that it is impossible to find any mistakes.

The sword flowers were flying and the sword lights were flashing, just like the bright and stunning rising sun.

As the drum beats rose and fell, Yun Mujiu's sword dance movements were magnificent, and the onlookers could all feel the beauty and vitality of the unified harmony between man and sword.

Her dancing is graceful and agile, sometimes like a fairy flying in the clouds, sometimes like a master performing light Kung Fu and walking on water without leaving any trace.

The people in the audience held their breath and watched Yun Mujiu perform the sword dance with full concentration.

The drumbeats became more intense, and Yun Mujiu's movements and steps became faster, so fast that people could not see her figure clearly.

With every breath, the skirt blooms.

The golden thread pattern on the hem of her skirt was like a blooming hibiscus flower, with golden light surging and fluctuating.

Yun Mujiu's steps seemed to be stepping on clouds, and he looked like a crane about to return to the clouds.

Although his body shape resembles a crane, he gives people a cold and murderous feeling. Those who see him can't help but feel their hearts tremble, and their breathing fluctuates with Yun Mujiu's movements.

At the end of the dance, Yun Mujiu actually jumped up with his sword in hand, and stood on a thin rope on the stage.

Everyone was shocked and stunned.

Yun Mujiu's kung fu is countless times better than Bei Liyi's who is standing on the cushion on the stool!

Ye Xiaohan raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and his deep eyes were fixed on Yun Mujiu's figure. The moment he saw Yun Mujiu leap up, his heart also rose.

Is Yun Mujiu's martial arts improving so fast?

There is a big wooden board on the stage with a big curtain hanging on it as the background. There is a bamboo on each side of the background board, and the two ends of a thin rope are tied to the bamboo poles on both sides of the stage, and there are some colorful ribbons tied to the rope.

And Yun Mujiu actually stood on the thin rope so easily, what a surprising thing!

People's eyes widened.

How is it possible! It is impossible for someone without a certain level of Qinggong to stand on a rope!

Yun Mujiu stood on tiptoe, dancing with the sword while walking on the rope.

There was a ding-dong sound from the hilt of the sword, and Yun Mujiu leaped up, turned sideways quickly a few times, and then his whole body lay diagonally on the rope.

In the blink of an eye, the drums stopped beating and the sword dance performance came to an end.

Yun Mujiu jumped off the rope, took a few quick steps and jumped off the stage. He raised the sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Bei Liyi who was in a daze.

Bei Liyi looked at the sharp sword at her neck, "Ah!"

A sharp cry was heard, and everyone came back to their senses from Yun Mujiu's sword dance.

Bei Liyi was so frightened that she staggered and fell backwards. With a thud, she half-collapsed on the ground.

Yun Mujiu retracted his sword, turned around, and pointed the tip of the sword at Yun Shirou, who had a green face beside him.

Yun Shirou's face turned pale instantly, "Sister...ah no...Princess Ye, what are you going to do?"

The prince stood behind Yun Shirou and shouted, "Don't be impulsive! Yun Mu...Auntie!"

Would Yun Mujiu not want to weaken Yun Shirou and then want to weaken him?

Yun Shirou's legs were shaking constantly. Could Yun Mujiu be so crazy that he wanted to kill someone in public?

Yun Mujiu turned his wrist, Yun Shirou screamed and closed her eyes, and the prince also stepped back.

There was no pain in her neck for several breaths. Yun Shirou opened her eyes with trembling hands, and fell to the ground with weak legs. When she looked up, she saw that Yun Mujiu had already put away his sword and left.

Damn it! Ahhh! Yun Mujiu actually dared to play tricks on her!

The prince's legs went weak and sweat broke out on his back. He felt that after such a shock, his entire body became even weaker...

Yun Mujiu stood with his sword on his back, his face a little solemn, and clasped his fists towards everyone: "Everyone, my sword dance is over."

Yun Mujiu put down the sword, looked at Bai Yanshuang with gratitude, and then trotted towards Ye Xiaohan. The man was still staring at her.

After a while, someone in the crowd cheered first: "Great! That's amazing!"

The emperor's expression froze for a moment, and his mood was complicated.

"Good! Good! Good!" The emperor laughed and was the first to applaud, praising loudly: "Princess Ye's sword dance is so exquisite! I have never seen such a wonderful sword dance!"

The queen suppressed her emotions and put on a smile that showed she was the mother of the country: "No one can match the dancing skills of Princess Ye! What I have seen today is worth it!"

The crowd followed suit, and the praises echoed throughout the park. People's voices were excited and their expressions were excited.

Yun Mujiu walked to Ye Xiaohan, half-knelt down, and asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Ye Xiaohan first took out a white handkerchief, and then said: "Mu Mu's surprise, the king is very happy."

Yun Mujiu first took the handkerchief and wiped his right hand, then held Ye Xiaohan's outstretched hand with his right hand, "Hehe...if the prince thinks it's good, then it's good."

She picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Yun Mujiu demonstrated a wonderful sword dance, with only a little sweat on her forehead and slightly red cheeks. Her dignified bun did not loosen at all, and the gold hairpin inserted in the bun was still stable.

Ye Xiaohan's voice was cold, yet contained a hint of tenderness, as he said to Yun Mujiu: "This is the best sword dance I have ever seen."

Yun Mujiu felt sweet when being praised by her lover, and she also felt a warmth in her hand when it touched Ye Xiaohan's big hand.

Seeing Yun Mujiu's outstanding sword dance performance, the other ladies dared not show up anymore.

However, since the most amazing dance program has been born, the others can completely put aside the idea of ​​competing for the first place. So, one after another, several young ladies took the stage to perform in a casual manner. Except for one outstanding woman, the responses of the others were mediocre.

Soon, the queen smiled dignifiedly.

"It seems that the winner of the dance event is Princess Ye, Princess Bei Liyi ranks second, and the third is Guan Ning, the eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites."

Yun Mujiu's face was calm, without any joy of winning the prize. Bei Liyi stood up with the help of the maid, looking angry and unwilling.

The third winner was delighted as he did not expect that he could win a place.

Yun Shirou stood far away, leaning against her follower Yao Leyi. "Damn it! Yun Mujiu actually scared me, how arrogant!"

Suddenly, a long voice came from a distance, and someone sang in a shrill voice: "The Queen Mother has arrived!"

At the corner of Biquan Garden, a group of people slowly walked out...