Pei Zheng stood face to face with the giant, and no one moved first.
The giant finally couldn't hold back any longer, growled and punched out, but missed.
Pei Zheng was standing one step away holding a folding fan. The punch he just threw was very powerful, but the speed was far less.
The giant was obviously a little angry and threw punches one after another, but Pei Zheng dodged them one by one.
Pei Zheng poured his internal energy into the fan, and the fan flew up and down as flexibly as a dragon swimming in the water, constantly hitting different parts of the giant's body, trying to find his weakness.
Finally, when the folding fan flew around the giant's head twice, the giant seemed to be very scared and covered his head, forgetting to attack for a moment.
Pei Zheng's eyes moved, that's it.
More internal energy gathered on the folding fan, which suddenly unfolded, emitting a bright silver light all over, like a sword light, wrapping the giant's head layer by layer.
A flash of silver light appeared, making the entire hall as bright as day. Several rays of light penetrated the giant's palm and pierced into his temple.
With a loud bang, the huge figure suddenly fell to the ground. After twitching a few times on the ground, blood flowed from all seven orifices, and then there was no movement.
Amul gritted his teeth, not wanting to reveal his inner displeasure and anger.
The eyes of the other people in the hall were still fixed on the folding fan. They saw it slowly close and fly back to Pei Zheng's hand. Everyone was still immersed in shock.
“How amazing!”
—A childish cheer came from the crowd, accompanied by "pa pa pa" applause.
Pei Zheng held his folding fan against his chest and curled the corners of his lips towards the source of the voice.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look over there.
Only then did I see a fiery red figure hidden behind several people, with a veil half covering her face, but her beautiful eyes were shining with joy and excitement.
Realizing that everyone in the hall was looking at him, Shen Shijiu's applause gradually became quieter and he slowly lowered his head, wishing he could crawl under the desk in front of him. His ears were so red that they were about to bleed.
"Lord Pei, you are worthy of being the head of all officials in our Heavenly Dynasty. I didn't make a mistake in choosing you! Come here, give me a reward!"
The emperor's voice brought everyone's attention back to the original place, and they all expressed their praise for Pei Zheng. The Prime Minister's Mansion also received a large reward on such an important occasion.
"Chief Amul, this folding fan..." Pei Zheng walked to Amul's desk and looked down at him condescendingly.
"Since Lord Pei finds it so useful, why not give it to Lord Pei? I wonder if the Emperor would allow it?"
Taking the fan back now would be a slap in the face, so Amul would rather give it directly to Pei Zheng.
"Then I will give it to you, Mr. Pei. You deserve this fan."
Pei Zheng held his folding fan and bowed to the emperor to express his gratitude, then returned to his seat and sat down.
—After sitting down, Pei Zheng raised his hand and threw the fan into Shen Shijiu's arms.
Shen Shijiu carefully picked up the fan with both hands, looked at it left and right, closed it and opened it again, fanned himself, and then secretly did some small actions behind Pei Zheng.
Pei Zheng turned around and glanced at him, and saw that Shen Shijiu was doing something with the fan, trying to make it fly, but unfortunately he had no internal strength at all.
Pei Zheng stretched out his hand and put two fingers together, infusing a force of internal energy into the fan, controlling the fan to slowly fly into the air, flying around Shen Shijiu twice.
Shen Shijiu's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he clapped his hands and cheered, "Master, you are so awesome!"
Pei Zheng gathered his internal energy and suddenly coughed lightly. He felt the internal energy in his body becoming somewhat disordered and a bloody smell began to surge upwards.
He shouldn't have used his internal energy casually, as his chronic illness had never been cured. But after taking a pill given by Shen Shijiu last time, he felt that his internal energy seemed to have recovered a little, but now it seems that it was only temporary.
Shen Shijiu noticed that Pei Zheng's face looked a little strange, and asked hurriedly, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
He quietly placed his finger on Pei Zheng's pulse and found something was wrong.
"No problem."
Pei Zheng calmly withdrew his arm, drank a glass of wine, and suppressed the blood in his throat.
The hall began to become lively again. After having just dealt a heavy blow to the barbarians, everyone was excited.
Many officials' families had prepared some small talents to perform in front of everyone to liven up the atmosphere. Several officials even asked their daughters to dance in front of the emperor, with obvious implications.
It would be great if my daughter could be favored by the emperor or some prince or high-ranking official.
Amul seemed to have no interest in the people performing in the hall and kept looking in the direction of Pei Zheng.
After the performance in the hall was over, Amul suddenly said, "Tonight's banquet was really wonderful, but I always felt like something was missing..."
He paused, and as if he had suddenly realized something, he said, "Master Pei is such a prominent person, I think the people around him must be extremely superior as well. Can you show us a little bit so that we can open our eyes?"
Pei Zheng looked back and stared at Amul coldly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the other people in the hall also remembered the figure who had been sitting next to Pei Zheng tonight. Why was it that the person who came to an occasion where relatives and family members were required was not the second princess, but a stranger
Everyone in the hall gradually quieted down, and it seemed that they were all waiting for Shen Jiujiu to come out. However, Pei Zheng didn't say anything, so Shen Jiujiu just knelt behind him obediently.
Amul continued, "Master Pei is too stingy. He can't even let people show off their talents? Or is he afraid of embarrassing himself?"
Shen Shijiu quietly poked Pei Zheng's back, leaned forward and whispered, "Sir, I have some talents."
He seemed a little embarrassed, "I, I can dance too."
Pei Zheng's back moved.
Dance
Not only does he know medicine, he can also dance
Shen Shijiu really knew how to dance; his master Shen Huan had once taught him.
Shen Shijiu had a slender figure like a woman, with a waist that was three times softer than a woman's. Moreover, Shen Huan had seen Shen Shijiu without a mask.
Such a beautiful person could captivate people's souls when she danced, so Shen Huan later did not allow Shen Shijiu to dance without a mask.
Shen Shijiu stood up from the futon, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the emperor stopped talking with the queen and looked towards the seat below.
Pei Zheng squeezed the wine glass in his palm and thought, just trust him this time.
Shen Shijiu walked to the center of the hall and stood there, bowing respectfully to the emperor. His heart was pounding wildly, and he was actually very nervous and scared.
He took several deep breaths, treating all the people sitting below as white radishes, and then slowly began to dance.
The fiery red cloak behind her swayed left and right with her slender figure, making her look charming and seductive. Her soft waist seemed boneless, and she was as light and agile as a swallow or a swan.
When performing a few fixed dance poses, Shen Shijiu's gaze was slightly tilted towards Pei Zheng. The pair of eyes revealed outside the veil were as clear as a pool of spring water, but with an unknown charm that led the viewers to sink into it.
—One step is a rotation, one step is a lotus.
When the red figure blossomed into enchanting red lotuses, everyone seemed to forget to breathe and stared at the center of the hall with bated breath.
It was not until Shen Shijiu bowed to express his gratitude that the audience burst into applause.
However, Pei Zheng, who had been staring at Shen Shijiu's figure, did not notice that the wine glass in his hand was cracked.
Others may not understand it very well, but Pei Zheng sees it clearly.
The dance just now was a very famous dance among the foreign tribes. People who were not from the foreign tribes might have never seen it.
Pei Zheng recognized this dance because he knew that the little man was half foreigner, so he read a lot of books related to foreigners in his early years.
So how could this Shen Shijiu dance like this? Could he also be a foreigner
The current emperor sitting on the dragon throne also recognized this dance. He had seen his beloved concubine dance once and had never seen it again. He did not expect to see it again today.
Amul sat below and clapped his hands while saying, "It is indeed a feast for the eyes."
He suddenly smiled, "The dancing posture is so beautiful, I believe it must be even more beautiful under the veil, can you also let us see what a beautiful lady looks like?"
Shen Shijiu immediately became extremely nervous, flustered and at a loss. He knew that he was not good-looking, both above and below the mask.
The young men and women sitting here are all good-looking. If I take off my veil, I will definitely be laughed at, and that would bring shame to you, sir.
Everyone seated was waiting for Shen Shijiu to take off her veil. Shen Shijiu looked at Pei Zheng helplessly.
Pei Zheng ignored Amul's request at all. He had already given him enough face tonight.
Pei Zheng said to Shen Shijiu, "Come back."
Shen Shijiu felt a little relieved. If the masters asked him to go back, he would go back. He didn't care what those people wanted him to do.
Unexpectedly, Amul refused to give in. He strode up to Shen Shijiu and blocked his way with his arm.
"Why do you listen to your parents so much? Why do you look so stupid..." Amul suddenly lowered his body, and only he and Shen Shijiu could hear his voice.
Be able to see.
"Let me think about it. Could it be that Pei Zheng likes this type? Let me tell you, the one before you was a prince, and your master liked him very much. By the way, that person's name is Qi Changyi."
Long memory
Shen Shijiu frowned, as if he had heard this name before.
Yes, did someone just mistake himself for Qi Changyi
Suddenly, a folding fan came from behind Amul, and he reacted quickly and grabbed it in his hand.
"Take it back and return it to your master." Amul stuffed the folding fan into Shen Jiujiu's arms, "You have to take care of your own things, be careful that someone else takes it and doesn't return it."
After saying that, Amul smiled at Pei Zheng, then withdrew his arm that was blocking Shen Shijiu.
Shen Shijiu quickly walked back to Pei Zheng.
Amul ordered his subordinates to perform a bold barbarian dance for the emperor. Everyone's attention finally shifted from Pei Zheng and Shen Shijiu back to the center of the hall.
After Shen Shijiu sat down, he gently tugged at Pei Zheng's sleeve and said in a very aggrieved voice, "Sir..."
Pei Zheng looked at him with complicated eyes, and he found that he didn't understand the person in front of him at all.
Turning around, his tall figure blocked out most of the gazes. Pei Zheng raised his fingers, reached inside the veil, gently touched Shen Shijiu's chin twice, his voice low and hoarse.
"Why did you dance that dance just now?"