Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 129 The sickly proton turned black 37
"Your Majesty, Princess Changning, can you give this painting to me for my collection?"

This is the first time Beili has addressed a junior with a title.

It can be seen that the old man attaches great importance to it.

"I have no objection, Yao'er, are you willing?"

His two daughters were really unexpected today.

The unknown one played his own pipa music, while the one who was good at pipa made even rarer paintings.

"My son and I have no objections."

Wen Yao's reaction was mediocre.

The manuscripts she practiced in the modern world were stacked in several large boxes, and they were too thick to cover the corners of the table. She really didn't care much about this random picture of a palace banquet.

"Senior, good works should be circulated among others. Is there something wrong with you just keeping them privately?"

A prince of the Yan Kingdom loved to paint and he didn't care about the secret counselor. However, the old man took possession of such an orphan painting as his own in just a few words. The man was unhappy and spoke out without risking offending the emperor.

Zhao Yu: Everyone is laughing at me. Look, there really is a painter who has gone crazy, right?

Bei Li paid no attention to the prince and asked himself.

"Which doll is next?"

"Senior, I would like to perform a sword dance for you all."

Ximen Qiongcang drew out his sword with a "swish" sound.

He was two years older than Wen Yao, and he could look down on most of the children present when he stood up.

"Sword dance? Prince Ximen wants to dance with a sword?"

There was another explosion in the palace, and there were voices of doubt from all over the world.

Some people began to wonder if this was a Hongmen Banquet, and whether Prince Ximen would suddenly stab someone while dancing with his sword.

The future of the royal families of various countries lies in this palace.

One stab is accurate.

"This is a wooden sword with a smooth and blunt edge that won't hurt anyone. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to bring it into the palace."

Ximen Qiongcang seemed to know everyone's doubts and explained calmly.

Everyone must be searched before entering the banquet, and no suspicious sharp weapons are allowed on their person.

The person who asked the question before was a little embarrassed, so he smoothed things over with a dry smile: "Prince Ximen is thoughtful and considerate. I admire you."

The sword moves happily.Xiliang's clothes are not as conservative as Yan's, revealing the young man's bronzed muscle lines.

His black hair fluttered, and the wooden sword danced in his hand.

The energy is like a rainbow, no less powerful than a real sword.

Wen Yao took another mouthful of steamed chicken with moxa pepper.

She almost finished the plate of chicken.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw that Ximen Qiongcang sword dance was good, but...

Why is Yue Wu getting closer to her?

The young man held up a sword flower and ended with a sassy stabbing movement.

But Wen Yao was just stunned for a moment, then picked up another piece of chicken and put it in her mouth.

You dance very well, but please stay away from me and don't disturb me while I'm eating, thank you.

Ximen Qiongcang understood the meaning on Wen Yao's face, and his expression darkened slightly.

Everyone in the palace was clapping and applauding, but he couldn't say anything, so he snorted coldly and sheathed his sword.

The rabbit demon quietly rolled his eyes.

This human cub is so cute.

Just playing with a wooden sword.

The talent show continues.

It is not convenient to display martial arts indoors. The other men do not carry wooden swords like Ximen Qiongcang. They can only recite some poems and songs, and occasionally have one or two masterpieces.

The same goes for women.Zhuyu is in front, no matter how he behaves, he seems to be at a disadvantage.

Wen Chao's pipa music, Wen Yao's palace banquet picture, and Ximen Qiongang's sword dance have left a deep impression on everyone.

Listening to some cliche poems, I always feel that they are almost meaningless.

By the time the display was over, the sun had already set.

Everyone present looked uninterested and distracted.

"You are members of the royal family of the Nine Provinces. You must be good at your talents, and you must also be proficient in strategy. Let's use 'famine' as the topic and express your own opinions."

(End of this chapter)