Want to win the palace fight? Better to be crazy than to be idiotic!

What really made the man in black robe make up his mind was not the possible recognition from his master, but the great ideal of Dian Cang Mountain.

She threw her black robe behind her and said, "I hope you can give me some advice, sir."

Her voice sounded a little nervous, and it was unclear whether it was due to her distrust of Li Xiyun or her excitement to receive guidance from the successor of the Daxu Sword School.

It only took Li Xiyun two sentences for the black-robed man's attitude to change from confronting him with weapons to asking for his guidance.

"Little girl, don't be so naive. You just wanted to kill me, and now you are asking for something from me with a clear conscience. This is not in accordance with the rules."

Li Xiyun's reply caught the man in black robe off guard.

"Rules?" The man in black robe was puzzled.

Li Xiyun suddenly frowned and said, "That's right. You are not my disciple, so you should show some sincerity when asking me for guidance, right?"

The man in black robe was a little at a loss. Didn’t he just say that he would not use force and that everything could be discussed?

"So what do you want?" the man in black robe asked awkwardly.

She only came down the mountain and came to the palace, and before she entered the secular world, she was confused by the complicated rules of the world.

"Well, to put it bluntly, even if you don't give me anything in return, you have to tell me what you are going to do, right? Otherwise, if I really teach a bad person and you turn around and kill the emperor, won't I also be guilty of losing my head?" Li Xiyun said seriously.

The black-robed man immediately said angrily, "My disciples have always been upright and take the peace of the country as their responsibility. How could they do something like assassinating the emperor?"

"I'm just giving an example, don't take it seriously." Li Xiyun smiled and said, "I'm also considering our Dagu, right?"

The man in black robe fell silent. Li Xiyun did not look like a villain. Perhaps the name "Daxu Sword Sect" was worth a gamble.

"It's okay to tell you," the man in black robe gritted his teeth and said, "I came here to get something."

"What is it?" Li Xiyun asked.

The man in black robe fell silent immediately.

It seemed to be an important item. Li Xiyun did not bother to ask, "Is it in the royal treasury?"

"No," the black-robed man shook his head, "Sir, don't worry. This thing is just the concubine's thing and has nothing to do with the previous dynasty."

Li Xiyun frowned and asked, "When did you from Dian Cang Mountain start managing the harem?"

"As the master requested." The man in black robe replied.

Li Xiyun was overwhelmed after hearing this.

Master? Why would those martial arts fanatics in Dian Cang Mountain be so humble as to acknowledge their master?

She had praised the Imperial Concubine so much before, and now she was going to steal things from the harem, could it be...

Probably not...

"Is your master Concubine Jia?" Li Xiyun asked tentatively, and he felt ridiculous after asking it.

Unexpectedly, his question made the black-robed man take several steps back in shock. She asked in a trembling voice, "How did you know?"

Li Xiyun covered his face in shame. Dian Cangshan really taught a good disciple.

……

Li Xiyun missed Lin Xiuqing's performance.

Needless to say, the performance of the court musicians was outstanding. When they reached the climax, they set off Lin Xiuqing's solo.

Suddenly, a mellow sound of Hulusi joined in.

Although Lin Xiuqing did not play the wrong syllables, the sound of the Hulusi was still too simple and out of tune with the gorgeous accompaniment.

The court musicians didn't care about that. They worked overtime so late today, so they just wanted to finish their work and go home. But Lin Xiuqing also had ears. He knew that his playing skills were still poor, and he had ruined the accompaniment. He had no choice but to play according to the score he remembered.

In her anxiety, her face flushed slightly, and a crystal tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. At the same time, her breath trembled, and the Hulusi in her hand finally went out of tune.

The simple sound of the Hulusi suddenly became sharp, the direction of the music became strange, and the magnificent artistic conception instantly became dilapidated, as if a family in prosperous times suddenly fell into poverty and became a beggar begging on the street.

"Yue Jin Qian Qi" is an ancient song introduced from the Western Regions to the Central Plains, depicting the prosperity of the ancient country of Fan Xie. Originally, this song was supposed to be played with instruments from the Western Regions, but people in the Central Plains later found that it was better played with the Hulusi instrument, so it was adapted into a Hulusi song. This song is famous for its mysterious fingering and graceful syllables, so much so that music halls will not open without this song.

However, Lin Xiuqing turned a prosperous era into ruins in the wind and rain.

The concubines thought the song was mediocre, but at first they could only listen to it out of boredom because of Concubine Xian's noble status. But since Lin Xiuqing blew the first note, the harsh sound came in one after another, torturing the ears of the audience.

Hua Tangdi, who was one of the four concubines together with Lin Xiuqing, ordered Xinye to cover her ears and drink tea calmly amid the howling sounds of the Hulusi.

Others did not dare to be as bold as Hua Tangdi, for fear that Lin Xiuqing would blame them later, so they could only continue to listen, but they could not help but gossip.

"Empress Xian is not just missing a single move in chess; she is about to overturn the chessboard!" Song Chengpei whispered to Zeng Wenxin.

Zeng Wenxin said with an unpleasant expression: "Does she think the favor she received is too great? She has given up on herself like this!"

Among the concubines present, there were many who held the same idea as Song Chengpei and Zeng Wenxin. However, Song Chengpei and Zeng Wenxin had been to Zichen Palace several times and had a good relationship with Lin Xiuqing, so their voices were full of euphemism and regret for not being able to make up for their shortcomings.

The other concubines who had little interaction with Lin Xiuqing were not very merciful when they commented on the disaster scene.

"How can Your Majesty still endure this?" A crack appeared on Shen Linghan's face, which had been as cold as ice for thousands of years.

Gu Yinfeng at the side replied with a smile: "Your Majesty may be used to listening to smooth music, and want to hear some bumpy music? Just like no matter how delicious the food cooked by the imperial chef in the palace is, your sister still built a small kitchen in your own palace."

Wang Qian pinched her forehead, frowned and asked, "When Concubine Xian was preparing, didn't anyone give her any advice?"

An Yuchen pinched a fresh grape between his fingers and put it into his mouth.

She didn't want to add insult to injury, but Lin Xiuqing kept blowing more and more biased, and the discussion around her became more and more noisy, so it was difficult for her to remain silent: "I'm afraid the people in Zichen Palace don't dare to say anything, right? They probably praise Concubine Xian to the sky, so she dares to come on stage and make a fool of herself with her mediocre skills. It shows that Concubine Xian is known for her virtue and elegance outside, but she is a completely different person in her own palace."

This statement went too far, and few concubines dared to agree with it, but there were also concubines who thought it made sense.

——Otherwise, how would she dare?

Those who were watching the fun were expecting the emperor to get angry, and those who were ambitious were hoping to take the opportunity to climb up the ladder.

But they all misjudged one thing - how could Concubine Xian, who had been standing firm in the palace for many years, act rashly and lose herself so easily?

After the song was over, the court musicians retreated tactically, leaving Lin Xiuqing standing alone in Taichung.

She still maintained the posture of playing the instrument, but tears flowed out of her eyes like a kite with a broken string.