Everyone present looked surprised when they saw this scene.
I didn't expect that such a young and beautiful girl could have such strength.
Able to compete with the masters of Xuanyuan Sect!
"This is...the power of cold veins..."
At this moment, Bai Zijun on the first floor showed a bit of surprise.
The Xuanyuan Sect master obviously didn't expect Hulan Xinyue to have such power, but after all, he was a strong man who had experienced hundreds of battles.
He shouted loudly, his arms shook, and a golden aura suddenly flashed around his body.
"Xuanyuan Tiangang Qi..."
Immediately, someone exclaimed again.
This master of Xuanyuan Sect seems to have an unusual status in Xuanyuan Sect, and he has used Xuanyuan Sect's unique secret skills one after another.
The next moment, those ice spikes quickly shattered after impacting on the golden light.
"Little girl, it's interesting..."
"Are you from the Han tribe?"
The Xuanyuan Sect master obviously also saw that Hulan Xinyue used the power of cold veins.
"I am a flag bearer."
Hulan Xinyue immediately revealed her identity.
In an instant, the entire teahouse was in an uproar.
Unexpectedly, Hulan Xinyue was not only extremely powerful, but also came from Zhenghuang Banner, the head of the eight royal bloodlines.
"Since he is a descendant of the eighth lineage of the royal family, he is still so presumptuous when he sees the young prince of the West Palace!"
"If Nishimiya is blamed for this, can you, Zheng Huangqi, bear the responsibility?"
The Xuanyuan Sect master snorted coldly.
Hulan Xinyue's eyes also darkened. Of course she knew that Xi Gong could not be offended easily.
But how could she just watch the concubine fall into the tiger's mouth?
"Uncle Wu, stop talking nonsense to her, just take it!"
The young prince of the West Palace said impatiently.
"My dear prince, she is also a descendant of Zhenghuang Banner. If she is injured, I am afraid it will damage the harmony between the direct line and the Eight Meridians..."
The Xuanyuan Sect master said immediately.
The direct lineage of the royal family and the Eight Meridians have a close relationship.
Therefore, there is rarely a head-on conflict between the direct lineage and the Eight Meridians.
"If it's hurt, it's hurt. Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility for it."
"How can I, the West Palace, still be afraid of a mere yellow flag..."
The little prince of the West Palace looked arrogant.
"You also heard what the young emperor said. If you are wise, just step aside and stop meddling in other people's business!"
The Xuanyuan Sect master looked at Hulan Xinyue and warned.
"I just care..."
Hu Lanxin replied angrily.
Because she has someone behind her.
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
The Xuanyuan Sect master suddenly rushed directly towards Hulan Xinyue, his whole body filled with Gang Qi.
Hulan Xinyue felt a violent impact coming towards her.
She immediately released her cold energy to resist.
However, the strength of this Xuanyuan Sect master is obviously superior to hers.
Therefore, Hulan Xinyue will definitely suffer in this head-on confrontation.
Soon, Hulan Xinyue's delicate body was instantly blown away and fell directly from the railing on the third floor.
When Bai Zijun saw this, he wanted to step forward as a hero to save the beauty.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly stepped up from the second floor. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Hulan Xinyue. He gently pushed Hulan Xinyue with one hand, and Hulan Xinyue was smoothly sent to the second floor.
building.
At the same time, the figure made another leap, and went up to the third floor in an understatement, standing in front of the Xuanyuan Sect master with his hands behind his back.
"You want to meddle in other people's business too?"
The Xuanyuan Sect master said this, but he clearly felt that something was wrong with Song Yiming's aura.
Seemingly strong but not strong, unpredictable!
"I want to go in, get out of the way!"
Song Yiming said to the Xuanyuan Sect master calmly.
"Do you want to see the young emperor?"
The Xuanyuan Sect master was stunned for a moment.
"No, I want this box, and I also want to hear Miss Feifei's solo..."
Song Yiming's words are astonishing.
When everyone present heard this, they all looked at each other and thought, is this guy crazy? He actually wants the little prince's box in the West Palace.
This is tantamount to disturbing Tai Sui's head and seeking death!
"You want my box, but you really have the nerve to say such things. Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes!"
The young prince of the West Palace snorted disdainfully.
"You will soon know who I am, and you will kneel in front of me and lick my shoes!"
Song Yiming is like a prophet who predicts the future.
"Haha... this guy seems to be a psychopath!"
"Uncle Wu, pull out his tongue first!"
The young prince of the West Palace laughed a few times at first, and then suddenly gave an order with a gloomy look on his face.
The Xuanyuan Sect master hesitated for a moment at first, but he did not dare to disobey his order and immediately attacked Song Yiming.
Song Yiming didn't even take his hands out from behind his back, he just took a step forward.
Suddenly, Master Xuanyuan Sect suddenly felt an earth-shattering pressure coming towards him, which made his legs weak and difficult to control.
"You...who are you?"
The Xuanyuan Sect master realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
"Just kneel down first!"
Song Yiming finished speaking.
The master of Xuanyuan Sect fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, unable to stand up, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.
This scene also made everyone in the audience stunned.
The Xuanyuan Sect master who looked like a master just now was kneeling in front of Song Yiming like his grandson.
The two didn't even fight.
"Uncle Wu, what are you doing kneeling..."
The young prince of the West Palace obviously hasn't reacted yet.
"Little Emperor, please leave quickly...this man..."
The Xuanyuan Sect master looked horrified and was about to remind him, but the next moment, he suddenly couldn't even make a sound and felt a strong sense of suffocation.
And Song Yiming also stepped into the box step by step.
"You...don't come here..."
The young prince of the West Palace, who was still holding the concubine, was so frightened that he let go and stepped back.
"Miss Feifei, please continue playing the piano..."
Song Yiming then said something to the concubine who was slumped on the ground.
The concubine still didn't react.
However, after she met Song Yiming's eyes, her panic suddenly calmed down.
"Thank you sir for saving my life!"
"My little girl will play a song for your husband now..."
After the concubine got up and finished speaking, she continued to sit in front of the guzheng and started playing.
And Song Yiming continued to walk towards the young prince of the West Palace...
After that, everyone in the teahouse heard the sound of the piano in the private room, but they had no idea what was going on inside, and no one dared to go in and disturb them.
After about a cup of tea, Song Yiming and Feifei walked out of the box together and went downstairs.
"Fei Fei...are you okay?"
Hulan Xinyue immediately stepped forward and asked.
"Who are you……"
The concubine saw Hulan Xinyue looking at her, as if she was very familiar.
When she saw Hulan Xinyue just now, she felt that he looked familiar.
"I am Xinyue, have you forgotten? We used to play together when we were young..."
"You are Xiao Xinyue..."
Only then did Concubine think back.
This Xinyue is two years younger than her, so she always calls Hulan Xinyue Little Xinyue.
"Let's go first, you can change places and catch up on old times..."
Song Yiming said directly.
"How is the little prince of the West Palace doing?"
Hulan Xinyue asked bitterly.
"He will have to stay in bed for the rest of his life."
Song Yiming responded with cold eyes and left with his hands behind his back.
Hulan Xinyue and Feifei followed closely behind.
This chapter has been completed!