Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 382 Someone wants to rebel
The princes and grandsons who wanted to show off their talents had just been watching Concubine Leng dance and had forgotten to compose poems, but this did not prevent them from writing good poems.

As long as I think about Concubine Leng's dancing posture for a moment, inspiration will burst into my mind, and good words and sentences will flow from the depths of my mind.

Beautiful things can bring endless inspiration to people. This is true, and they all realized it at this moment.

They selected good words and sentences, vowing to use the best words and sentences to describe and praise the beauty of Leng Fei's dance, so that when the world hears their poems, they will be able to think of Leng Fei's graceful and startling dance. Hong, a graceful and beautiful dancing posture like a swimming dragon.

Then, the princes and grandsons read the poems written by Guan Lengfei one by one.

Goddess, goddesses, fairies, and moon gods have a high probability of recurring in their poems. The poems describing the scenery are very good, and they are basically about people and dance. It is simply a large-scale rainbow fart scene, blowing the cold moon. Almost floating, I hugged the kitten tightly.

These people who wrote poems, no matter how inferior they were to their predecessors, did not recite them to show their shame. Even if they were not as good as their predecessors, they stood up and watched the noble and elegant Concubine Leng read out the poems they had composed. .

Good or bad, they all want Concubine Leng to hear the poems they wrote for her.

Listening to these poems praising Concubine Leng, the concubines and ladies felt sour and jealous.

Feng Chenghan didn't like it very much. None of the good words and sentences that the princes and grandsons had chosen so well could be done well by him.

After more than 20 people read their own poems, Feng Chenghan thought about it and decided that Wu Yan's poem was the best because he praised it the most implicitly and blended into the surrounding scenery, but the poem about people and dance was the best. The artistic conception is still very beautiful, and the poems are also very picturesque.

Wu Yan was flattered. After thanking her, he sat down and glanced at Concubine Leng with a burning heart. He was very happy that the poem he wrote for Concubine Leng was judged to be the best.

The ministers paid compliments to the right prime minister again. They were also envious of the right prime minister for giving birth to a good son who was both civilized and military. They were even more angry that their son was not good enough.

The concubines and noble girls no longer wanted to perform, and did not want to become rubble to set off the jewel like Concubine Leng, but some people could not resist the courage, so some people still came on stage.

This person is Xiang Siyu. She is dressed in aqua blue clothes, with waist-length black hair tied high on her head with a hair tie. She holds a sword in her right hand, her pretty face is serious and her eyebrows are raised horizontally. Look. He looks very heroic, a bit heroic.

It looks very different, which is quite eye-catching.

The ladies thought that this Siyu would not leave the tent today! They did not expect that she still had the nerve to perform. If they were her, they would have followed their brother home in despair.

They heard that there was something wrong with the Xiang family and that Major General Xiang had gone home.

I don’t know if something important happened to the Xiang family?He didn't even attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet and just hurried home.

But if something really important happened, why didn't Xiang Siyu go home?This is a little confusing.

Xiang Siyu looked at the emperor who was facing him with piercing eyes. Although Concubine Leng's dance just now was shocking, she was confident that she could use strength to overcome softness, allowing the emperor and everyone to see another posture of a woman. .

Not only can women be weak, they can also hold long swords to defend their homeland.

As the music sounds, Xiang Siyu's sword moves with the music, with each move, there is tension and relaxation, a combination of hardness and softness, which is very interesting to watch.

However, in the second half, Xiang Siyu stepped on a pillar to fly into the sky, and then turned over and pointed his sword at the ground. There was no trace of integration with the music. The sword dance became a sword show, without the feeling of dancing. .

Although it was exciting, it felt like something was missing.

After the song ended, Xiang Siyu withdrew his sword posture, his chest heaved violently, and he was panting, showing a hint of fatigue.

"Pa bang..." There was applause from the audience, and everyone gave a few symbolic compliments.

"Miss Xiang is worthy of being a general's tiger girl, and her swordsmanship is excellent!"

"The sword moves are fierce and full of momentum." "He has a heroic appearance and is not inferior to men."

They praised her for her good swordsmanship, her heroic appearance, and her reputation as a woman, but no one praised her for her skill in the sword dance.

Hearing these words of praise for himself, Xiang Siyu raised his proud little chin and gave a fist-cup salute to the emperor.

Feng Chengjue glanced at the moon that had risen in the sky, and his pupils shrank. It seemed that time was almost up.

Feng Chenghan nodded and said, "Not bad."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of "dong dong dong" all around. Everyone was startled. When they looked at it, they saw the imperial guards standing on the outside falling to the grass one after another.

"what happened?"

This sudden change made everyone panic, feeling nervous and uneasy.

"What's going on? Okay, why are all the imperial guards down?" A look of panic appeared on the Queen Mother's face.

As an emperor, Feng Chenghan didn't look panicked, but his face was serious.

what's the situation?Leng Luoyue hugged the kitten in her arms warily and summoned the system in her mind.

Leng Luoyue: "Mengmeng, come out, what's going on now?"

She has learned well now that the system does not warn her, and when she senses something is wrong, she takes the initiative to ask. She needs to be more proactive in life, otherwise she will be very passive in everything she does.

Mengmeng: "It's a small scene, so the host doesn't need to panic."

Leng Luoyue: "The imperial guards are falling one after another like dominoes. Are you telling me this is a small scene?" I'm afraid someone is going to rebel and poison the imperial guards who protect the dog emperor!

Mengmeng: "Don't worry, host. Neither the host nor the task target will be in danger."

Leng Luoyue: "Really? I don't believe it."

Mengmeng: "..."

Is the basic trust between people and the system gone?

"Phew." A voice pulled Leng Luoyue out of her consciousness of talking to the system.

She looked up and saw a red fire with smoke rising into the sky. Without even exploding, it turned into a ball of white smoke in the night sky.

The ancient signal flares were so backward.

Is now the time to complain about the backwardness of ancient flares?Leng Luoyue shook her head, feeling that she was really drifting. This was obviously because someone was rebelling, and a signal flare for action was sent out. She still had the intention to complain about the signal flare being behind.

Seeing this signal flare, everyone realized that something was wrong and became even more panicked. The ministers all nervously shouted: "Protect the Emperor."

The surviving imperial guards, loyal generals, loyal civil servants and princes who knew martial arts, as well as King Jue and Feng Chenghong all drew their swords and protected the emperor, the queen mother and all the concubines behind them.

Feng Chenghan sat firmly on the dragon chair and remembered all the people standing in front of him. These people were all people he could trust and reuse.

(End of this chapter)