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

Before Qin Fengan could react, Su Feiran was laughing secretly.

What a fine sword!

What a great name!

Although Wu Jiayan failed to amaze everyone with her skills, her gift of the sword showed her cleverness. It did not spoil the emperor's mood, and also prevented the people in the harem from gossiping about her in the future.

If Qin Feng'an wanted to see the sword dance, she could just summon her to Yongning Palace to watch. But if the Queen Mother investigated later, she could just say that the sword had been given to His Majesty and could not be danced. This move was both offensive and defensive, and it was really wonderful.

It is impossible to say that everyone has no regrets in their hearts, but no one regrets more than Wu Jiayan herself. Seeing that Concubine Jia looked calm, everyone withdrew their thoughts of urging her to dance.

In fact, apart from herself, the most regretful person was Li Xiyun on the roof of the palace. He had heard the black-robed man praise Concubine Jia's talent performance as miraculous, and just went to the kitchen to steal a bag of melon seeds to eat while watching. Who would have thought that he didn't like the dance, but watched a palace drama about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

I did eat some melon seeds, but it still felt like something was missing.

Li Xiyun was a little shocked when she saw Qin Feng'an defending Concubine Jia. She had heard for a long time that the emperor was foolishly filial, but it seemed that he was affectionate, righteous, brave, and resourceful. She didn't know why the rumors among the people slandered him out of thin air.

In the meeting hall, Su Feiran said with a smile: "Your Majesty, why don't you draw your sword and see?"

Qin Feng'an struggled to restrain the urge to draw his sword in public, shook his head and said, "It would be bad if such a sharp weapon was unsheathed and destroyed the flowers and plants. I'd better wait until I return to Yongning Palace to take a closer look."

The concubines were puzzled. What was wrong with just drawing the sword? Did His Majesty intend to dance a little?

Qin Feng'an spoke beautifully, but in fact he was reluctant to draw his sword in public simply because he had never held a sword before and was afraid of being laughed at.

Although he had heard that the original owner was not good at martial arts, he must have lived in ancient times and was a king, so he must have touched a sword and learned a few moves. How could he compare with him, a modern man living in an era of sword control.

As luck would have it, Wu Jiayan came to the rescue at this time. She smiled calmly and said to Qin Fengan, "It seems that the sisters are not satisfied yet. Your Majesty, please draw your sword and dance a few moves to test the power of this "Easy to Raise". Otherwise, no matter how much I praise the advantages of this sword, it will be nothing more than Wang Po's self-praise."

Qin Fengan glared at Su Feiran angrily, you guy, you have no good intentions!

And Wu Jiayan! I usually see you have such a high EQ, why are you so tactless now?

But there was one thing that Wu Jiayan said was right. The concubines were talking and laughing, drinking and toasting, it was a rare lively occasion, and they were indeed in high spirits. Qin Fengan was the last person to spoil someone's fun, and Wu Jiayan's words hit his sore spot.

Qin Feng'an held the scabbard in his left hand and pressed the hilt with his right hand. After a few dry laughs, he said, "Then I will try this, this..."

He forgot the difficult-to-pronounce name of the sword!

Wu Jiayan quickly reminded: "'Easy to feed'."

After saying that, Wu Jiayan couldn't help but add, "Your Majesty, you took it crookedly."

Qin Feng'an's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he said firmly: "It is more convenient for me to hold it this way." But he straightened the sword calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Jiayan watched Qin Fengan adjust his posture, but found it was not smooth no matter how he held it, so he could not help but whispered to him: "When holding it backward, the thumb should not be on top."

"Oh oh oh..."

Qin Feng'an adjusted himself quickly, but his expression remained as calm as before, and he did his best to save face.

Wu Jiayan was standing next to Qin Fengan and could see that the emperor's sword skills were not very good, but the concubines below the stage felt that the emperor could not let go of the sword. Even after he had it in his hands, he kept touching it. Wu Jiayan's gift of the sword really catered to his taste.

After some instruction from Wu Jiayan, Qin Feng'an finally learned how to hold the sword correctly. After Wu Jiayan finished teaching Qin Feng'an, he did not forget to save his face with his high emotional intelligence:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be bound by the orthodox way of holding the sword. I just feel that this way of holding the sword is more comfortable. People with great martial arts skills never stick to rigid martial arts dogma, and I believe Your Majesty is no exception."

Qin Feng'an felt very comfortable after hearing these words. He thought to himself, it was a pity that Wu Jiayan didn't take the civil service exam.

It's true that Qin Feng'an is handsome and he is still at the age of full of vigor. Today he is wearing a jet-black robe with dragon patterns embroidered on it with dark gold fine lines. The dragon can be vaguely seen when the robe flutters. Now he holds a peerless weapon in his hand, just like a heroic young knight.

Seeing the emperor's heroic spirit, Xie Zhiqi's mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear. Her hands under the table were not idle either, poking Su Feiran's thighs wildly, speaking rapidly as she poked:

"I seldom see His Majesty, and I didn't know that He has such a cool side! His Majesty is extraordinary, elegant, and graceful, surpassing many rich and noble young men in the capital! I said that entering the palace was an extremely correct decision. When will sister introduce me to the emperor, so that I can also touch the places that sister has touched?"

Su Feiran almost spit out a mouthful of water. Where did this stinky sister think she had touched Qin Fengan? The place she touched the most was the sandalwood desk in Yongning Hall!

Tonight, it was the first time that Su Feiran saw Qin Fengan, who was so handsome. In the past, when she saw Qin Fengan, she only felt that he had a sense of otaku, and she even ignored his handsome face that could make a debut on the spot and his muscular body that looked like a male Buddha on the Internet, which made him look thin when he was dressed and reveal his muscles when he was undressed.

Qin Feng'an was handsome, but he was also a bad guy. Su Feiran was the person he trusted the most, and he often showed the bad side of his character in front of Su Feiran, such as secretly teasing ministers behind Su Feiran's back, and playing pranks on ministers he didn't like. It was said that a few days ago, many scholars in the palace woke up and found that they only had one boot left, which was stolen by Qin Feng'an.

Precisely because the image of Qin Fengan in Su Feiran's mind has been linked to "dog", it is difficult for her to associate Qin Fengan with "handsome" and "extraordinary bearing, elegant and graceful, handsome and graceful".

As for the desire for beauty, there is not even a trace of it.

Su Feiran's expression quickly returned to normal and he said, "Actually, I haven't touched him either. We were just chatting in Yongning Palace, and I never broke the rules once. The lowest I've ever done is to see him in his pajamas."

Although Xie Zhiqi had just said some threatening words, she was still a little girl after all. When she heard the word "nightgown", a blush instantly crept onto her face.

"I don't believe it, sister, you're lying!" Xie Zhiqi said angrily, "Sister is so stingy that she won't even share the details with me! She's hiding it all because she's afraid that I'll take away your love and have fun with His Majesty every night!"

What a mess! What a night of revelry! How shameless!

Besides, what details did this stinky sister want? She and Qin Fengan were pure sleepers, even with a pillow wall between them. When they were closest to each other, one of them held the file and spread it out to read. Did Xie Zhiqi want details about the two of them talking nonsense? Or what size Qin Fengan's pajamas were?

But if she didn't respond with a few words, Xie Zhiqi would probably harass her from the west attic to the east attic.

Su Feiran raised her glass and drank, because she was about to tell a lie, which could hide the guilty look on her face.

Under Xie Zhiqi's admiring gaze, Su Feiran calmly made up a lie:

"Eight-pack abs, big penis, good sex."