Looking at that side, Fan Xian's hands were rough and clumsy, and he turned his palms horizontally and vertically, chopping them back and forth like a kitchen knife, how could he be nimble? Every time he strikes, he pretends to be carrying some strong wind, whistling, splitting the air, seemingly domineering, but he smashes all his palms into the air around Haitang, and doesn't touch the air at all. The meaning of the girl's half skin is to bring up all the corners of Haitang's coarse cloth clothes.
—What kind of method is this? This is the way Comrade Wu Bai always puts an electric fan in front of him when he goes on stage to sing. This is the way that Zhou Xingxing throws shredded newspapers in front of the blower and unbuttons the long pajamas of the protagonist and supporting roles!
Begonia's clothes are like clouds, and she rises with a smile in the palm wind. On the long royal platform accompanied by water and light, she is as clear as a fairy, floating as if she wants to ride the clouds and go away. , I don’t know where it’s pointing to, it’s not a gimmick to fight east and west, but it’s a little girl’s way of ordering soldiers and generals.
The two of them didn't know how many rounds they fought, and they didn't show any fireworks. Since they didn't think of the bloody light, their shots were naturally light, just like the vegetarian restaurant in the temple who couldn't even part with soybean oil. disgusting...
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Even a young eunuch can see that the two masters are pretending to fight, not to mention the old fox in the palace, the little fox, the male fox, the female fox, the female fox, and the different species of foxes. The girl and Fan Xian would be so cheeky and perfunctory, without any scruples about the face of the court.
The Empress Dowager looked at the pair of figures in the clear light on the long platform in the hall, and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Although she didn't lose her composure, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were full of hidden anger. On the contrary, it was the young emperor who couldn't help laughing as he saw the little aunt and Fan Qing floating around in the clear light.
Langtao looked calm. Looking at this scene, he knew that Fan Xian's seemingly clumsy strike was actually a very powerful coffin splitting. But it was a martial art handed down from the Ye family in the capital of the Southern Dynasties. How did this boy surnamed Fan learn it?
The people inside and outside the hall who were full of anticipation were finally disappointed. Some people couldn't help but yawned after watching for so long. The eunuch in front of the head couldn't help but shook his head and said: "I don't know how long the fight will last, anyway, we can't tell the winner."
Wang Qinian also shook his head regretfully: "I think someone will call it off soon."
The little eunuch didn't believe it, he shook his head and said: "The adults in the palace are all good people, no one would make such a head?"
Wang Qinian quarreled with him, and finally got up and started betting on when the two dancing on the long royal platform would stop. Seeing the excitement of their fight, several people nearby also came over and placed their bets one after another. A carload of sea urchins, two cucumbers, and all kinds of strange bets.
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"presumptuous!"
Finally, a minister looked at the increasingly gloomy face of the Queen Mother, couldn't help it, and jumped up against the table, angrily scolded: "The Queen Mother's birthday banquet, what kind of mystery are you making? Could it be that you want to deceive the king?"
This is not a pretty word, just like a stupid child shouting that the emperor is running naked. No matter how ugly this world is, whoever shouts it first is a very unlovable guy. Just like today, knowing that Fan Xian and Haitang are playing Chongling swordsmanship, but she doesn't shout, the queen mother can still watch it cheekily. After all, it's her birthday today, so watching young dolls dance is not a big deal .
But when the minister bullied the emperor, didn't he force the Queen Mother to go crazy? So the queen mother was about to go crazy, looked at the minister coldly, and thought so many times in her mind, wanting to tear this guy's lips to pieces.
The emperor was still smiling.
The two people on the imperial platform in the pool didn't seem to have heard the booing from the audience at all, and they were acting seriously. Begonia floats around, Fan Xian walks like a tiger, the girl has a beautiful figure, little Fan Xian looks handsome, and he really looks good when he fights. But in a short time, he fought from the imperial platform to the front of the hall behind the platform, only a few feet away from the dragon chair, and stopped at the minister's table.
Fan Xian's palm turned into a kitchen knife, and he slashed at the empty cutting board, but there was an ouch in his mouth, as if he had missed.
Haitang's posture in the air was slightly stagnant, and with her right hand she thrust out the sword with two fingers together, and with a sneer, she was about to poke Fan Xian's chest.
I don't know how the two of them changed their positions, but at the next moment, the palm wind gesture didn't hit anyone's body, instead, they moved towards the rear with a roar of energy.
Behind is the seat of the minister.
The minister was horrified, this Haitang and Fan Xian shot at the same time, even if the national teacher Ku He came in person, I'm afraid he would have to avoid the edge for the time being!
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The low table was shattered into countless fragments in an instant, the jug on the table cracked, the dishes fell, and the oily wine turned into meaty flowers, staining the minister's head and face! With cauliflower flowers hanging from his eyebrows, radish flowers dangling from his mouth, and a few shreds of enoki mushrooms hanging from his ears, he washed his face with soup and water, and he was as embarrassing as he could be.
As a result, the hall immediately fell silent, and the ministers realized that Miss Haitang and the envoy from the Southern Dynasty were, at some point, both ancestors who were messing around. For the sake of their own face, it is better not to say anything more.
In the clear light and silence, Fan Xian and Haitang stopped at the same time, a few steps away, looked at each other and smiled slightly.
Haitang gave a little blessing to the queen mother and said: "Master Fan is very good at splitting coffins, but my daughter has no way to deal with it, so this lord has been affected, and I hope the queen mother will forgive me. Some people make mistakes..."
Fan Xian was also full of self-blame, and waved his right hand: "The horse has stumbled."
The queen mother loves Haitang very much, so she is not willing to blame her. In addition, today is her birthday feast after all, so it is not bad to make a fuss to brighten the atmosphere, but it is a pity that the people from the Southern Dynasty did not suffer, but seeing Fan Xian talking and laughing at himself Interesting, the corner of the Queen Mother's lips could not help but float into a faint smile.
The emperor also smiled strangely, and the ministers also laughed, a little embarrassed. Only true martial arts masters know that the seemingly joking fight before actually still contains some thoughts of the two young strong men. The splitting of the coffin may seem rough, but in fact it kills. Haitang's fingering sword looks soft, but it is stern. The dance on the long imperial platform is actually a kind of competition, but in the end Fan Xian seems to be defeated faintly. .
At this time, the fake fight was over, and the clear light on the top of the hall was still shrouded in the secluded hall. Fan Xian and Haitang stood in the clear light. , reflected in the pool.
This competition was really a laugh, Jiang Mingyue was ashamed.
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The night gradually enveloped the deep palace, and the half moon slowly climbed up from behind the green hill behind the palace, and sprinkled that warm and faint light into the imperial palace of Northern Qi Dynasty. The beginning reflects the beautiful figure.
The officials in front of the main hall were retreating to the outside of the palace. Many guards could be seen around the palace city, and some eunuchs from the Yellow Gate were waiting along the road. The courtiers retreated extremely fast, and after a while, the palace returned to quietness, and there were no more idle people in the empty square. It only took a stick of incense to turn from extremely lively to extremely quiet .
After the banquet was over, the Empress Dowager rubbed her temples and returned to the bedroom, but Fan Xian was left behind by the Northern Qi Emperor, waiting in Huaying Palace. The palace is extremely quiet, with a faint smell of incense and pure heart coming into his nose, Fan Xian sat looking at his nose and heart, His Majesty of Northern Qi should be doing his filial piety in the Empress Dowager's Palace at this time, I don't know why he made himself wait here .
The maids handed him tea and fruits, and Fan Xian thanked them one by one with a smile, but found that the maids were all extremely charming, especially the shy look in their eyes made his heart sway.
But when he thought of the young emperor leaving himself in the night palace, and thinking that the emperor seemed to have some problems in some aspects, Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly.
"Your Majesty has something to ask Mr. Fan for help." Another girl who looked at her nose and heart at the side seemed to guess what he was afraid of, and said calmly. The one who spoke was naturally Haitang. Fan Xian stayed in the palace as a guest, so she would inevitably be half the master. At this time, the girl was a little dazed and funny when she thought of the scene in the palace before. Does it appear to be much presumptuous than usual
Fan Xian smiled and didn't explain anything.
The eunuch shouted something outside the palace, and there was a burst of footsteps rushing towards Huaying Palace. Fan Xian thought, so anxious? What exactly does the young emperor want to do for himself? The other party is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. Apart from unifying the world, there is probably nothing that he cannot do.
When he was full of doubts and asked, the young emperor had already stepped into the Huaying Palace. He waved his hand to stop Fan Xian and Haitang's thoughts of saying hello, untied his coat with his right hand, and threw it to the little eunuch who followed behind him. The thin plain yellow clothes left inside looked very energetic. Immediately afterwards, the emperor sat on the soft couch, kicked his feet, and the eunuch carefully took off his soft boots, exposing his feet wrapped in thin socks.
Haitang was probably used to seeing His Majesty's appearance in private, so she wasn't too surprised. Fan Xian was a little surprised that the Northern Qi emperor showed such a private side in front of him. He didn't hide his surprise. He cast his eyes on the soft couch, and even intentionally or unintentionally tapped the emperor's chest and feet twice. Down.
Not big, not small.
The chest is not big, the feet are not small.