The princess is killing like crazy again

Xiao Yurong smiled and said, "My Lords, have you forgotten what I said in the court that day?"

Okay, okay, thinking about it this way, the uproar just now calmed down a little.

Because they had a premonition that if this continued, Xiao Yurong would go crazy again.

"Enough." Cui Ci Ning suddenly spoke.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him again. He said with a gloomy face, "What are you talking about? Are we all extinct in the Cui family?"

All the horses are silent.

The Cui family's ancestors swore never to surrender to the Hu people, and they guarded the border and did not allow the Hu horses to cross the Dashiwan Mountains.

He is still standing here safely, and some people in the court are saying that they want to let the princess marry a foreigner in exchange for peace.

The Hu people have evil ambitions, how can they seek the skin of a tiger?

"If Chu Le has fallen to the point where he has to let the princess marry in exchange for peace in the country, how should we, the military generals, cope with it? We would be too ashamed to face our ancestors, right?" Cui Qining said coldly.

I sent my concubine to settle down the country, but I don’t know where to use the general.

He raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yurong. Xiao Yurong met his eyes and smiled slightly with a soothing tone.

Unexpectedly, it was like a light snow falling from the sky, extinguishing his inner anxiety and boredom.

Cui Ci Ning calmed down, but his attitude was still firm: "Let's negotiate peace, but don't even think about marriage."

"But, but... Young General, those three cities of our hometown..." a minister said weakly.

"I will take back those three cities sooner or later. There is no need to sacrifice the princess." Cui Ci Ning said.

He glanced coldly at the minister who had just spoken, and said sharply: "Can the marriage guarantee that there will be no worries? Can the forty-nine tribes guarantee that they will never invade Chule in the future?"

The ministers were speechless. They all knew very well that even a marriage alliance could only bring temporary peace at best.

Cui Ci Ning's eyes were firm, "Chu Le will not give up an inch of land."

"You! General Cui, please stop saying such harsh words!" The messenger tried in vain for millions of times and finally managed to pry open the door, but was kicked back by Cui Ci Ning.

"The envoy is wrong. General Cui is telling the truth. Honest words may be unpleasant to the ears, but are beneficial to action." Li Yaozhi said with a smile.

Wang Fuxuan sneered: "My lord, what you said is quite right, but I'm afraid the messenger doesn't understand."

The messenger's face turned pale, and he turned to Zuba and shouted, "Leader! The Chule people are simply going too far!"

"Emissary, since you are curious about why General Cui disagrees, I will tell you this time." Liu Pinjue said slowly, "It's because the princess is too spoiled and can't stand the bitter cold and poverty."

He was almost pointing at someone's nose and saying that their place was a barren land.

"Hahahahahaha." Emperor Xiao laughed out loud.

He looked at the angry envoys from the Northern Kingdom and Zuba who was still looking at Xiao Yurong with a happy mood, and said, "You can see that Zhaoyang is the apple of my eye. There are other ways to negotiate peace. The leader can discuss it later."

Zuba didn't say anything, but continued to look at Xiao Yurong, as if waiting for her response.

Xiao Yurong paused and smiled: "Alliance Master, I like warm places."

This was a rejection, and Zuba lowered his eyebrows.

"But Chu Le still wants the three cities of the former dynasty." Xiao Yurong asked with a smile, "Why don't you make a condition and see what conditions will make you willing to return the former dynasty so that we can negotiate peace."

Zuba looked at Xiao Yurong again, "Open up trade and allow merchants to trade. Provide us with seeds for crops, silkworm seeds, craftsmen who can make wine, millstones, paper and ink, as well as treatises and medical prescriptions on construction and craftsmanship."

Xiao Yurong's eyes were full of meaning, "The leader really understands the principle that it is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish."

Zuba didn't reply, he looked like a quiet man.

However, it is not a loss to exchange these things for three cities. Anyway, it is nothing to Chu Le.

Even if these things were given to the Northern Kingdom, they would not be able to fully master them quickly. These are things that will benefit future generations.

Xiao Yurong glanced at Emperor Xiao, who nodded.

"Yes." Xiao Yurong said.

Zuba said, "In this way, we will give up two of the cities."

Two? What does that mean? And one more? Everyone's face clearly showed this.

"In that case, there is still a city left. How does the leader plan to return it?" Xiao Yuxie asked.

Zuba paused, his fingers limp. "Besides, I want to see the princess dance."

Dance? Everyone looked at each other, all confused.

The envoy from the Northern Kingdom almost popped his eyes out.

A dance for a city? Are you crazy? What a loss!

The officials of Chu Le began to think, although they made a fortune, the princess was also a member of the royal family, and it would be embarrassing to ask the princess to dance for a Hu man.

"I have heard that the princess is a good dancer. No one in the capital, or even in Chu music or the world can compare to her." Zuba said, "So, princess, are you willing to exchange?"

Of course Xiao Yurong agreed to such a good deal.

"Since today is my birthday, I will dance to please the gods and pray for blessings. I will dance for Chu music and for the people of the world." Xiao Yurong said loudly.

She looked at Zuba, "Alliance leader can also enjoy it."

"Everyone, please move to the Heavenly Tower." Xiao Yurong said.

The blessing dance must naturally be performed on the altar under the Tianta.

Xiao Yurong took off his shoes and socks and walked onto the altar barefoot.

The tower that rises high into the clouds on the high platform is a celestial tower that has been passed down from generation to generation and is used specifically for sacrifices and prayers.

The Sky Tower has a total of sixty-six floors, but only thirty-three are open to the public, and the remaining thirty-three are restricted areas.

Under the majestic chanting, Xiao Yurong stood barefoot on the altar, and the bells on her ankles swayed in the wind, making cool sounds.

Zuba looked up at the scene without blinking. Xiao Yurong was wearing a red skirt on a moonlit night, and she looked extremely gorgeous.

Her bright red skirt seemed to be the symbol and emblem of Chu Le.

The bright moon hung high behind Xiao Yurong. Everyone looked up from below. Her figure was reflected on the moon, as if she was a person in the Moon Palace.

Listen to the music of the Emperor of Heaven, how many times do you know him? It is like the human world, a new song that pleases the soul. The willow waist is light, the lotus steps are moving. Who can restrain the free and unrestrained smoke and waves? But the steps of heaven have already urged the class to turn. But the colorful phoenix is ​​riding, and the lotus is looking sideways. I wish to accompany this banquet every year.

She climbed up the Heavenly Tower floor by floor. There was a unique dance on the altar on each floor, until she reached the thirty-third floor.

She stopped climbing and threw the red silk towards the sky. Someone seemed to be there to catch her and pull her up.

Then, Xiao Yurong stepped on the railing and rose up with the wind, as if soaring up to 90,000 miles, leaping five or six floors.

The crowd below was amazed.

Xiao Yurong repeated this process five or six times and finally reached the top floor of the Heavenly Tower.

The last accent of the movement fell, and Xiao Yurong's last movement ended.

She opened her arms and jumped straight down from the tower, just as the moon behind her disappeared into the clouds.

Everyone's attention was attracted by her compelling color, and in a trance, it seemed as if the moon had fallen with her.

This is a banquet of falling moon.

Xiao Yurong's action of jumping off the Sky Tower made everyone's heart tighten.

She fell freely in the air like a helpless bird, without any movement, and the red silk on her body fluttered in the wind.

Zuba's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously rushed over quickly, stepping on the stone pillars on both sides to jump into the air, stretching out his arms towards Xiao Yurong and catching her as she fell.

The force of the fall hurt Zuba's arms so much that he gritted his teeth and hugged Xiao Yurong, landing safely.

Someone rushed forward to check on them.

Zuba put Xiao Yurong down, held his arm, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Alliance leader, if Hong Ling hadn't let go of her strength when you caught me just now, your arm would have been broken." Xiao Yurong was a little surprised.

Zuba looked at the red silk wrapped around Xiao Yurong's waist, and then he realized that what happened just now was not an accident, but a stage effect deliberately created by Xiao Yurong.

When she falls, the people who had just lifted her up on the corresponding floor will correspondingly relieve some of the force.

By the time Xiao Yurong was about to reach the bottom, she would have enough strength left to land safely with the help of her own martial arts. What's more, those people would directly hold Hong Ling and use her strength.

Xiao Yurong didn't expect Zuba to come up and rescue her directly.

"How dare you say that? Our leader almost…" The messenger was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

He was only halfway through his words when Zuba raised his hand to stop him. He stared at Xiao Yurong's bare feet and said, "Your feet..."

"It's okay." Xiao Yurong said.

Zuba picked up the shoes and socks she had just placed under the altar, half-knelt in front of her, and put them on for her.

Xiao Yurong raised his eyebrows in surprise, but did not resist.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Zuba looked up and said, "The princess's dance is truly the best in the world."

"Since the leader has approved of my dance, he should fulfill his promise." Xiao Yurong said with a smile.

Zuba said: "In a few days, we will hand over the three cities to you."

Xiao Yurong stared into his silent green eyes and smiled, "Then I would like to thank you, Alliance Leader."

The people who had just lent strength to Xiao Yurong on the corresponding floors of the Sky Tower came down one after another and stood beside Xiao Yurong to ask about her situation.

Cui Ci Ning checked Xiao Yurong's condition from head to toe.

Seeing that Xiao Yurong was fine, Li Yaozhi smiled and said, "Your Highness has a good idea."

"It's really hard for you to come up with such a method. Even those Hu people were fooled by you. They will definitely promote you well when they return to their barren land." Wang Fuxuan said indifferently.

"This is just the first time, it won't happen again." Liu Pinjue said.

Xiao Yuxie sighed, "The barbarians are always very ruthless when they attack. Did you get hurt?"

Xiao Yurong shook his head and looked at the starless and moonless night sky.

It was this coldest bright moon that fulfilled her arrogance.

This dance of falling moon will probably become famous all over the world.

"Since everything goes as planned, why don't you all follow me back and enjoy the banquet." Emperor Xiao was in a good mood.

"Yes." Everyone followed Emperor Xiao back.

Add wine, turn on the lights and resume the feast.

Those who did not give gifts in advance will present gifts to Xiao Yurong now.

The Imperial Censor presented a pot of extremely rare and famous variety of chrysanthemum.

"Is this the Purple Dragon Lying in the Snow?" Xiao Yurong admired the gorgeous purple-red petals of the chrysanthemum in front of him.

How could this old bastard, the Imperial Censor, give her such a precious gift?

When the word "marriage" was mentioned just now, wasn't he the one who was most excited? His eyes were shining, and he almost wanted to pack up and send Xiao Yurong away.

When he was thirteen years old, Xiao Yurong shot and killed the son of the Chief Censor who had raped a woman in the street.

Although he was punished by Emperor Xiao to copy books for two months and was confined to his room for a month, he still picked it up high and put it down gently.

The Chief Censor and the Grand Censor were from the same clan. Although for the Grand Censor, the one who died was just an incompetent and emotionless nephew, it was indeed his family and his reputation that were trampled upon.

Xiao Yuxie and the Grand Censor were incompatible in their political views, which led to the Grand Censor's extreme dislike for Xiao Yurong.

Not long ago, because Xiao Yurong took Gongsun Qin under his wing, the Imperial Censor almost stabbed Xiao Yurong in his own home.

Xiao Yuxie was actually quite surprised that the Imperial Censor could give Xiao Yurong the Purple Dragon Lying in the Snow.

"It is indeed the Purple Dragon lying in the snow." Xiao Yuxie said.

"This purple dragon lying in the snow congratulates Princess Zhaoyang and wishes her good luck and prosperity." The Imperial Censor shouted from below.

Xiao Yurong raised his eyebrows but did not comment.

The Imperial Censor said: "The princess is as elegant as a chrysanthemum, so she should be paired with this flower."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small sneer was faintly heard. Xiao Yurong looked down meaningfully and saw Ning Rou covering her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Be quiet." The attendant reminded.

Ning Rou lowered her eyes and closed her mouth.

A person as quiet as a chrysanthemum? Ambition was about to overflow from Xiao Yurong's eyes.

The Imperial Censor was really good at talking nonsense. No matter how much she hated Xiao Yurong, she would never insult Xiao Yurong like this.

Xiao Yurong was predatory by nature and was good at using various means to amass wealth and power.

It is ridiculous that the Imperial Censor would say such nonsense as "a person is as pure as a chrysanthemum" about such a person.

"The Imperial Censor is such a joker." Xiao Yurong raised his hand and gathered the precious pot of Purple Dragon Lying in the Snow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched the bouquet of flowers, the petals all fell down at once, leaving only a bare flower stalk.

Everywhere I look I am shocked.

"This is a bad sign!"

"How come these auspicious flowers withered all of a sudden when they were in the princess's hands?"

"Could it be that the princess's dance just now angered the heavens, and they are punishing Chu Le?"

"The young general of the Cui family is about to set off for Xuancheng to prevent King Wen from causing chaos. Does this mean that this battle is a bad omen?"

Several voices immediately emerged from the crowd.

Xiao Yurong's eyebrows twitched.

It turns out that the old scoundrel, the Imperial Censor, was waiting for her here?

Could those people who are gossiping and stirring up trouble in the crowd also be this old man's men?

If this continues, if something really goes wrong, or if Cui loses the battle, will it still be her problem?

The Imperial Censor seemed to be understanding and explained: "I think this purple dragon lying in the snow is too fond of the princess's integrity, and would rather die on the branch with fragrance than be blown away by the north wind."

His explanation seemed like he was giving Xiao Yurong a way out, but wasn't it actually intended to confirm the ominous sign?

It would rather die with fragrance on the branch, but this flower falls not as a whole bunch, but into pieces.

"What the Imperial Censor said is wrong." Xiao Yurong said.

The Imperial Censor looked at Xiao Yurong leisurely, obviously no longer thinking that she could cause any trouble.

"Why do you say that, Princess?" he asked.