Jiang Huaiyang held a long sword and walked down Taiji step by step.
The whole room was quiet, everyone was looking at their noses and hearts, and not a single cough was heard. Bai Zhiqi, who was kneeling under the hall, had never seen such a battle before, and couldn't care less about it, and stumbled to the side.
He was not allowed to bring a sword before entering the palace, and the envoy never thought that he would draw his sword, so he couldn't help but take a step back, "Is your Majesty going to fight with a villain just because of a few words?"
Is Emperor Dawu so crazy that he doesn't even care about his status as an envoy?
He had seen this person's methods, and now he felt a little guilty. He shuddered when he met those eyes as deep as cold pools, and said reluctantly, "Your Majesty is not afraid that our king will raise an army."
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At worst, there will be another fight.
Jiang Huaiyang secretly thought, and kept walking. He stood in front of the envoy and saw the long sword slowly raised.
Suddenly a soft body hugged him behind him, his cold hands were also covered, and the slender fingertips slipped into his fingers, "Your Majesty, calm down."
Her voice was so gentle that it seemed to come from the sky, but it didn't seem real.
Ruan Yuyi found that his hand had loosened some strength as he pushed the long sword away. The death of a Khitan was a trivial matter, but if the other party was an envoy, he should not move it easily.
Will the person who can be sent as an envoy be a dispensable little person? There is no guarantee that his death will not anger the Khitan. War is never a matter of one person, it is a matter of the people of the world.
The long sword broke away from Jiang Huaiyang's hand and fell to the ground with a sound.
Just as she was letting out a breath, her hand was suddenly clasped by the person beside her. At the moment, she couldn't remember what she was still angry about, so she let him hold her hand.
She raised her eyes to meet the envoy's eyes, "Wouldn't it be biased for the envoy to conclude that my Dawu people are weak in culture just from the fact that poems and songs are popular in Dawu?"
A foreigner with many heads actually showed no weakness at all.
When the envoy saw the sword falling to the ground, his heart relaxed, and his eyes became irregular again. He looked back and forth over her body, "Whether it is biased or not, you will know after a little test."
He turned back and glanced at the person behind him. The person nodded, walked a few steps, and cupped his hand towards Jiang Huaiyang.
He took a few steps back, put his fingers together to form a sword, and moved around to demonstrate his sword skills. The sword had only been introduced to the Khitan for a few decades, and some of the techniques were not yet systematic. Perhaps it was because the Khitan people were better at using scimitars than swordsmen.
, this person's swordsmanship has brute force but little skill.
After a cup of tea, the Khitan man stopped his hand. His fellow travelers cheered and cheered.
Ruan Yuyi smiled and said nothing. Seeing that the Khitan people had withdrawn their power, she said, "Since we are on our land of Dawu, we must fulfill our friendship as landlords. We will let you take one step and come with the girl."
In the eyes of the envoys and others, how could the hand holding the needle in Qionggui's embroidery pavilion be able to hold a sword?
The envoy sneered and pretended to be magnanimous, telling her not to show off.
After she mentioned this, everyone thought of the daughter of the Bai family. Everyone knows that the Bai family has female generals. Isn't there a ready-made one in front of them? Because a minister stood up and suggested, "Since Miss Bai is the second daughter of Little General Bai, she can come if she wants to."
Makes a good sword."
Bai Zhiqi's expression froze when he heard his name.
She never thought that women should dance with guns and sticks, and she thought she was vulgar, so she had never tried hard to practice it. If she agreed, she would lose face and lose the reputation of the Bai family.
Seeing her expression, Ruan Yuyi knew that this was a difficult matter, but she didn't really want to recommend her. Instead, she said, "Miss Bai is frightened, so why not call her sister."
She sent someone to invite Bai Zhiyou into the main hall.
Jiang Huaiyang remained silent, his eyes darkened, and he just let her handle the matter.
What happened inside had already spread outside, and Bai Zhiyou and others knew about it. She bowed first, then raised her bright eyes and looked at Ruan Yuyi.
Ruan Yuyi took the long sword from Mu Xiang's hand and handed it to her with both hands.
She looked respectful and solemn, nodded and took it, weighing the sheathed long sword in her hand. Her fingertips clasped the sword tightly, as if she was holding some extremely fragile glass object.
Before entering the palace, she had taken off her complicated bun, tied her long hair high, and wore a light dress, like spikes on a flower. The strong wind in the evening revealed her grandfather's charming style.
The open space in the middle was given up.
Bai Zhiyou glanced at it, smiled leisurely, and danced the long sword in his hand.
The sheathed sword should have been heavy, but in her hands it was as light as nothing. With her movements, she drew shadows one after another. As a woman practicing swordsmanship, she pays more attention to skill, and she is very tricky with her moves.
Without losing strength.
Sheathing her sword, Ruan Yuyi clapped her hands. The applause seemed extremely abrupt in the huge hall.
It goes without saying who wins and who loses.
Immediately, all the officials present also applauded, and the louder the cheers became, the more ugly the Khitan envoy's face became.
Jiang Huaiyang stood and put his arms around the young lady's waist. In the midst of the commotion, he responded to the situation and said, "Thank you."
Bai Zhiyou returned the sword and bowed to express his gratitude. After the ceremony, she quietly raised her eyes, not daring to raise her eyes any further, so she only caught a glimpse of the crimson skirt beside the new emperor.
There was a lot of excitement here, and Bai Zhiqi, who retreated to the side of the hall, had nowhere to sit. Since he was not given a seat, he had to kneel on the ground.
Before she could escape from the fear just now, she saw her eldest sister's high-spirited look, with scarlet eyes. In such a situation, His Majesty's reward would definitely be Bai Zhiyou.
She suppressed the emotion in her eyes, took the teapot from the maid's hand, and wanted to pour tea for the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother held the tea cup a little sideways.
Her heart sank, and she glanced at the Queen Mother, and sure enough she saw that her eyes had fallen on her sister who was in the limelight.
In front of Taiji, Jiang Huaiyang ordered someone to set up a new table and signaled the envoys to sit down. "The banquet is half over, why don't you sit down and have a meal first?"
The envoy laughed dryly and followed the palace people with a cold face.
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The lights in the palace were shining brightly, the palace doors were open, people's voices and music were mingling with noise, and palace people with flowers and flowers were coming and going. It was not until midnight that the lights gradually went out.
The ministers and their families left the palace and returned with their carriages and horses.
Ruan Yuyi also took Luan Yu back to Chang'an Palace.
At this time, there was still half an hour before the new day, and the palace people of Chang'an Palace planned to stay up late and seek good luck for the coming year, so they gathered together in the palace.
Cen Lifang added some tea and fruit snacks, and Qingluo stared at them intently.
She thought it was funny and ordered everyone to take what they wanted.
Thinking that sitting around would be boring, Qing Luo bit the fruit and suggested in a vague voice, "Mother, why don't we come and cut some window grilles, we will use them to decorate the palace tomorrow."
She thought it was a good idea, so she went to get some red paper and gold cuttings.
There is no need to worry about these small items, because everyone is equipped with a pair of small scissors, and the gold and red paper can be taken as much as possible.
Qing Luo didn't seem to often make these paper patterns. Her hands were clumsy, and the things she cut out were like sesame seeds on a large cake. While the palace maid who was close to her took the window grille from her hand, she avoided her pursuit.
He was laughing and shouting for everyone to watch.
This scene is so familiar.
Ruan Yuyi looked at this scene in shock, and her eyes filled with tears again.