Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Listening to Yang Yong's whispered words, Situ Yifan's heart tightened.

I felt like I had a thorn in my back, and my whole body was itchy. It was like I had eaten a dead mouse, and I wanted to escape from this place immediately.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond, so I just said, "Yes, Your Highness."

After watching Situ Yifan leave, Yang Yong turned around and suggested to the four nobles around him:

"In my opinion, the performance of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe was also outstanding in this round."

"The Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara's performance was unique and lifelike. I like it very much. What do you think?"

Yang Yong's move was obviously to gain votes for Situ Yifan and to help Hengda Song and Dance Troupe win.

The reason why he did not force the announcement was because Chengfeng's drum set had no rivals in the first round of performances and was the undisputed first place.

But this time, the "sword dance" of the woman in red seems to be more popular than the "Thousand-Armed Guanyin".

If he were to forcibly declare that Hengda Song and Dance Troupe was the winner, these royal nobles he invited would have opinions about him as the crown prince.

Now, he also knows that his position as the crown prince is unstable, and he needs to win over a group of court ministers to speak for him.

In this situation, we must give the ministers some face and not let them accuse us of being arbitrary.

Hearing Yang Yong's question, Princess Lanling and the two generals fell silent.

Prime Minister Gao Jiong shook his head and said, "Your Highness, although the performance of the Hengda Dance Troupe is novel, the leader is obviously a man dressed as a woman."

"This kind of dress is neither fish nor fowl and is against moral standards. It should not be allowed to prevail. I still think that the sword dance of the woman in red is good and she can win."

As soon as Prime Minister Gao Jiong finished speaking, a subtle atmosphere suddenly filled the banquet hall.

Crown Prince Yang Yong's face changed slightly. He did not expect Gao Jiong to directly raise objections, especially when he was trying to gain approval for Situ Yifan.

Princess Lanling exchanged glances with the two generals, both assessing this sudden dispute.

Everyone knew that Gao Jiong was an important official in the court and his opinion was very important. Crown Prince Yang Yong's partiality seemed unfair.

General He Ruobi also had some opinions on this. He pondered for a moment and said:

"Your Highness, Prime Minister, the performances of Gongsun Tainiang and Situ Yifan can be said to be different in their own ways."

"Since Your Highness has asked me to make the selection, in my humble opinion, we should all vote."

"General! That makes sense."

As the prime minister and also his father-in-law, since he had raised objections, Yang Yong had to give him this face.

He nodded. "Since everyone has their own opinions and it's hard to reach a consensus, let's decide the winner by voting!"

All the nobles nodded in agreement, and Prime Minister Gao Jiong also nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing to the proposal.

After a round of voting, the woman in red, Gongsun Tai Niang, defeated Situ Yifan of Hengda Song and Dance Troupe with a score of 3 to 2 and won the third game.

Although Yang Yong was somewhat surprised by the result, he did not say anything more. He just glanced at the two generals indifferently with a somewhat displeased look on his face.

Yang Yong knew clearly that although he was a crown prince and extremely noble, he was already despised by his mother, Queen Dugu Qieluo.

His mother's attitude towards him became increasingly cold, and she even hindered him in every way to favor her younger brother Yang Guang.

Yang Yong felt overwhelmed in many things, and his mother often embarrassed him and made him lose face as the crown prince.

These things would naturally be seen by the civil and military officials. Many officials treated themselves with respect only.

In other words, the level of respect he enjoyed among the ministers was far inferior to that of his father-in-law Gao Jiong.

This time, Hengda Song and Dance Troupe received two votes, excluding his own vote. The remaining vote should be cast by Xiaowu.

In other words, both generals followed their father-in-law's wishes and voted for Gongsun Tainiang of "Feng Yin".

The result of this vote is not just a victory or defeat in an artistic performance, but also a subtle contest of power in the court.

The choice of the two generals was undoubtedly an affirmation of Gao Jiong's influence and another challenge to his status as the crown prince.

Yang Yong's face was slightly gloomy, and his thoughts were like fallen leaves blown by the cold wind, chaotic and heavy.

However, when his gaze passed over the people in the audience and fell on Situ Yifan, the unhappiness in his heart seemed to find a glimmer of comfort.

He turned around, waved to the eunuch beside him, and whispered a few words in the eunuch's ear.

The eunuch nodded repeatedly and turned to leave.

Chengfeng has awakened from his sudden enlightenment and has a completely new understanding of "Nirvana★Flying Fairy from the Sky".

When I opened my eyes, I saw Situ Yifan sitting there, frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

Through the conversations among other members of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe, Chengfeng learned that they had lost the competition and Gongsun Tainiang's sword dance had won.

Chengfeng had seen "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" in rehearsals. If we really compare it with the sword dance, there is indeed some gap.

Speaking of the competition, it was fair. Chengfeng could understand Situ Yifan's feelings at the moment.

He stood up and walked forward, gently patting Situ Yifan on the shoulder, "Brother, don't be upset. Winning two games is already good."

Chengfeng didn't know Situ Yifan's true thoughts. He actually didn't care about the loss in the third game.

At this moment, Situ Yifan's mind was full of Yang Yong's burning eyes and the words he said in his ear.

The scene at that time still lingers in his mind and cannot be forgotten.

Situ Yifan was already certain that Crown Prince Yang Yong had a homosexual tendency, and his target was him.

Thinking of that burning look now, I still feel a chill all over my body.

Faced with Chengfeng's comfort, Situ Yifan came back to his senses listlessly, opened his mouth, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

I really don't know how to tell Chengfeng about Yang Yong's matter. After all, this matter is too absurd.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and shook his head.

"Brother, you don't understand. Things here may cause trouble."

Seeing Situ Yifan's sad face, Chengfeng really didn't understand and asked doubtfully:

"Brother, what's wrong? You were so happy before, why are you like this now?"

"Alas!" Situ Yifan sighed, "Brother, I have preserved my chastity for hundreds of years, but I am afraid it will be difficult to protect it now."