Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

At this moment, an expression of disbelief emerged on Princess Lanling's beautiful face.

Her eyes were fixed on Chengfeng's head, as if she had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the world.

In the distance, above Chengfeng's head, a colorful white flower had quietly bloomed at some point.

The flowers of the viburnum are crystal clear, and each petal looks like it is carved from gemstones, emitting a soft and mysterious glow.

The pure white petals seemed to be covered with delicate patterns, just like the uncanny work of nature, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

The colorful white flowers slowly rotate and bloom above Chengfeng's head, as if they have their own life and will.

Finally, the white flower slowly rose into the air and disappeared over the hall.

However, this was just the beginning. Another six-colored white flower quietly bloomed above Chengfeng's head, then rose into the air and disappeared.

Afterwards, the third seven-colored white flower followed suit, bloomed and disappeared, and Princess Lanling was stunned.

Not until the seven-colored white flowers disappeared into thin air did Chengfeng's head return to calm, without any more strange phenomena.

It took a long time for Princess Lanling to recover from her shock.

The other people did not notice the strange phenomenon happening above Chengfeng's head, as they were still immersed in Gongsun Tainiang's sword dance.

Only Princess Lanling, who paid special attention to Chengfeng, saw this bizarre scene.

Her expression was filled with excitement and excitement. She turned around almost subconsciously, stretched out her hand to shake Yang Yong's arm and shouted:

"Brother, have you seen the seven...seven-colored viburnum?"

"Seven-colored white flowers?"

Yang Yong was surprised by Princess Lanling's inappropriate behavior. "Xiao Wu, what are you talking about? What seven-colored jade flower?"

"That...that foreign man playing the drums!"

Princess Lanling quickly stretched out her hand and pointed at Chengfeng in the distance.

"It's him. Three strange white flowers have bloomed on his head!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yong looked in the direction Princess Lanling pointed and his eyes fell on Chengfeng.

At this time, Chengfeng was immersed in self-consciousness and was unaware of the disturbances in the outside world.

Yang Yong took a closer look and looked at Princess Lanling in confusion.

"Where is the white jade flower? Xiaowu, are you seeing things?"

Looking at Princess Lanling's anxious eyes, Yang Yong couldn't help but laugh:

"Xiao Wu, that person is unusual, but the fact that flowers bloom on his head is a bit too outrageous."

Princess Lanling stamped her feet in anxiety. The beauty and mystery of the three white flowers were still clearly evident in her mind. How could she have been wrong?

She turned and looked at Prime Minister Gao Jiong and the two generals beside him.

"Prime Minister, General, did you see the white flower blooming on that young man's head?"

Gao Jiong frowned slightly when he heard this. Although he was old, his eyes were still sharp.

He shook his head slowly, his tone revealing a certain calmness and prudence.

"Princess, I am old and my eyesight is blurry. I did not notice what you said. But if there is such a strange phenomenon, it must be extraordinary."

He Ruobi and Yu Juluo looked at each other and said that they had not noticed the white flowers blooming above Chengfeng's head.

As a military general, he was not very sensitive to such strange things.

What's more, their attention was still focused on Gongsun Tainiang's sword dance.

Yang Yong laughed and patted Princess Lanling gently on the shoulder.

"Xiao Wu, Gongsun Tainiang's sword dance is indeed so beautiful that it gave you an illusion. You should pay attention to your eyes and don't overwork them."

Faced with everyone's disbelief, Princess Lanling couldn't help but look at Chengfeng's head again.

However, there was no more abnormality above Chengfeng's head.

Is it really because of my eyesight? She shook her head helplessly, and could only collect her thoughts and sit quietly in front of the couch.

However, her gaze never left Chengfeng's head.

The performance of Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe has begun. This performance is an adapted version of "Thousand-Armed Guanyin".

There was a mixed cast of men and women, but only one woman, Situ Yifan, dressed in women's clothing, looking delicate and gorgeous.

Situ Yifan has a graceful figure, wearing homemade iron sleeves on his fingers, standing in the front row and leading the dance.

As the guitar melody sounded, his slender fingers drew graceful gestures in the air.

Like a blooming lotus, it blossoms in every corner of the stage.

The male dancers behind him took him as the center, either stretching their arms or lowering their heads.

Each of their movements was lifelike, forming a perfect echo with Situ Yifan's posture.

The participants worked together to weave a series of novel and amazing thousand-hand pictures.

The adapted version of "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" not only retains the essence of the original work, but also incorporates elements and creativity of modern dance.

Through tacit coordination and superb skills, the dancers vividly displayed the compassion of "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" and the beauty of masculine power.

Situ Yifan played a finishing touch in this.

Every time he turned around and every time he raised his hand, it seemed like he was telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Crown Prince Yang Yong narrowed his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes, and stared at Situ Yifan closely.

His eyes were burning, his breathing was rapid, and the wine glass in his hand was shaking slightly.

The wine unconsciously flowed out of the cup and spilled onto the dragon robe, but he was still unaware.

Situ Yifan quickly felt the burning gaze and turned his head slightly. The moment his eyes met Yang Yong's, it was as if an electric current ran between the two of them.

Yang Yong's body trembled slightly, his breathing became more rapid, and his eyes were full of complexity and desire.

After that moment of eye contact, Situ Yifan quickly lowered his head, and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

I have never seen such a passionate gaze in my life.

What was that look in Prince Yang Yong's eyes? Was it emotion? Or something else?

What's going on? Can't you see that I'm a man? Or do you have any special fetishes?

Thinking of that burning gaze, Situ Yifan felt both surprised and depressed.

It was like a stone was thrown into the air, causing ripples.

He lowered his head, trying to calm his accelerated heartbeat, feeling mixed emotions.

It was not until the end of the performance and the applause that Situ Yifan, with a nervous heart, led everyone to kneel down in thanks.

Crown Prince Yang Yong came over at this time holding a glass of wine.

He looked down at Situ Yifan who was kneeling on the ground, the heat in his eyes not diminished in the slightest.

"Stand up." Yang Yong's voice contained a barely perceptible gentleness.

Situ Yifan stood up nervously, not daring to look up and meet the prince's gaze.

Yang Yong handed over the wine glass in his hand, "Your performance today was very wonderful. This prince toasts you a glass."

"Thank you, Your Highness"

Situ Yifan hesitated for a moment, took the wine glass with both hands, and took a sip.

"Your name is Situ Yifan?" Yang Yong asked.

Situ Yifan quickly replied: "Your Highness, it is me."

Yang Yong nodded slightly, his eyes always fixed on Situ Yifan.

At this moment, he suddenly leaned over, got close to Situ Yifan's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Your beauty transcends gender. Whether as a dancer or as yourself, I can't take my eyes off you. From now on, please come and perform for this prince often."