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

On the roof of the temple.

The man in black robe was as light as a sparrow and disappeared into the dark night with just a few steps.

She had just promised that she would not delay Li Xiyun's opportunity to enjoy Concubine Jia's next dance, and she kept her word.

Li Xiyun sighed softly. This girl was naive and stubborn. She was very serious about her life and work, like a tight bowstring. It was tiring to live like this.

It’s hard to say, maybe this is the easiest way for innocent people to live - concentrate on practicing martial arts, obey others, and have no distractions, which is also free.

The little girl in black robes probably couldn't see that her master, Concubine Jia, had lost before the battle. When she left, she might have wanted to open Li Xiyun's eyes, but she didn't know that Li Xiyun found Concubine Xian's natural operation more interesting.

While everyone was pessimistic about it, Wu Jiayan made his debut.

She was carrying a sword with a red hemp rope wrapped around its scabbard. On the hilt were engraved the three characters "Easy to Support" in official script, but no one knew what they meant.

The sword is more than four feet long, and the width between the two blades is about an inch. It is a cold and sharp weapon that can kill people.

Qin Fengan sat back in his original position and was frightened after only taking a glance at the long sword.

Wow, so handsome!

A middle school boy will always bow down to two things: a delicate girl and a handsome sword!

He had already sent the delicate girl away, and what was now on his mind was the long sword in Wu Jiayan's hand!

Lin Xiuqing had never expected that Wu Jiayan would actually outwit her unintentionally.

Thanks to the fact that the current emperor likes to show off, after seeing this super cool sword, Lin Xiuqing's figure suddenly became blurred in his mind.

Others looked at the sword in Wu Jiayan's hand and were terrified:

"This sword is so sharp, I wonder how many times it has been sharpened. If Concubine Jia only used it for swordplay, why would she take so much trouble to maintain it? She wouldn't commit suicide here out of humiliation, would she? Or did she go to extremes in anger and assassinate the emperor?"

Only Qin Fengan and Su Feiran thought of the same thing:

"The sword is a murderous weapon, and swordsmanship is a killing technique. No matter how beautiful the words are, they cannot cover it up! (Deep)"

"If I pick up the sword, I can't hug you. If I put down the sword, I can't protect you. (Sad)"

"Wherever your heart is, that's where my sword is pointing! (Looking into the distance)"

"We fight swords with swords, and our righteousness is clear and unclouded. (Integrity)"

Of course there is——

"My body is made of swords, my blood is iron, my heart is glass. I have crossed countless battlefields, undefeated! I have never lost a single battle, but I have never won a single battle. The orphan has become a man again, on the hill of swords, slicing the ice. But this life has not yet come to an end. Even if this body is a fake, it is made of swords. Projection!!! Infinite sword making!!! (Impassionate)"

If Su Feiran were to return to the modern era someday, he would definitely write a paper to prove that chuunibyou is an infectious disease.

At today's shareholders' meeting, many concubines performed dances, and the most outstanding one was Zeng Wenxin's Western Region Dance. People didn't have high hopes for Concubine Jia, but when they saw her in a red dance dress, holding a long sword, and closing her eyes, they suddenly felt a little hopeful.

Could it be that Concubine Jia is confident that her dance can outshine all the other beauties?

Otherwise, why didn't she take out the electronic music tadpole that she had kept in the bottom of her box?

By now, the court musicians had been yawning. They had been the background music for the whole night, but now they were facing the most difficult and arduous task.

The music chosen by the honorable Concubine Jia was "Po Zhen".

This is not a song that should appear in the back garden.

It was obvious at a glance that Wu Jiayan was preparing a sword dance, but her choice of music left all the musicians puzzled.

There were also women in the music hall who were good at sword dancing. The music they chose was nothing more than chivalrous songs such as "The Peach Blossoms Have All Fallen" and "Slashing the Ten Miles of Slope". The dance was heroic and tender. However, "Pozhen" was a pure military music, with a straightforward melody and high-pitched music, but the person playing it had to use all his strength, otherwise he would not be able to play out the cold and murderous chill in the music.

This kind of music is played without any skill, and it doesn't sound beautiful either, it can only remind people of battlefields with corpses and blood everywhere. Even if it can be used as dance music, it would require more than 3,000 people, all "dressed in painted clothes and holding flags", to perform a rough dance with the momentum of a sea of ​​people.

Regardless of whether this dance is appropriate for the scene, how can Concubine Jia, with only one sword, resist the momentum of thousands of troops?

The musicians sighed in secret. If Concubine Jia wanted to win by surprise with this dance, she might have made a wrong decision.

Others didn't know, but Wang Qian did. When she was searching for wooden boards in the palace, she happened to pass by a music hall and heard the musicians practicing the song "Pozhen".

Now that there was no war in the country, and the other concubines had all finished their performances, there was no need for this piece of music. Only Wu Jiayan came on stage with a sharp long sword, and she was wearing a bright red dance costume. I guess she had chosen "Breaking the Formation".

The musicians were ready, and the drummers began to beat noisily. The drum beats were faint at first, but gradually became clearer, like the sound of horses galloping, with the sound of horses' hooves coming from far away.

"This is?"

The concubines all looked confused; they had never heard such a prelude.

"What song is this?" Xie Zhiqi turned around and asked Su Feiran.

No one knew, so how could Su Feiran know? It was useless for Xie Zhiqi to ask her.

Zeng Wenxin guessed, "Maybe it's a song that's been circulating outside the palace recently? It's possible that the Imperial Concubine ordered someone to search for the music score."

After everyone had guessed for a long time, the sound of horse hooves reached their ears. Wang Qian spoke up and revealed the answer: "It's "Breaking the Formation."

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked:

"Breaking the Formation?!"

"Isn't that military music? How can we choreograph a dance with it?"

"I guess this is the first time the court musicians have heard of such a request?"

Everyone was talking, but the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, drowning out all the discussions.

Suddenly, a sharp rebuke came from outside the venue. The voice was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the dense drumbeats and striking the center of the venue:

"Playing military music in the palace, how shameful!"

The court musicians paused, and after seeing who was coming, they hurriedly stopped playing and knelt on the ground in unison.

"Queen Mother!"

The music stopped, Qin Fengan looked up, his expression suddenly became helpless.

The Queen Mother arrived so late and spoiled the fun. We are all in the same world, with the same mother.

"Why didn't you inform me when my mother-in-law came here?" Qin Feng'an turned his back and asked Eunuch Zhang.

Eunuch Zhang shook his head and replied, "I don't know. The Queen Mother just asked Han Shuang to pass on a message yesterday, saying that it would be cold at night and she would not come. Who knew that the Queen Mother would change her mind and come again!"

"Is there anything in your words that is not nonsense?"

Qin Fengan said angrily,

"Since there's no reason, why don't you find out what's going on? What's the point of just talking nonsense!"

Eunuch Zhang was speechless for a moment.

The emperor used to be a filial son. Even if the queen mother didn't come, she had to be invited. Why is she so impatient now?