The concubines were tugging at each other secretly, whispering in low voices, sitting in their seats eating and drinking, not listening to what was going on outside the window.
After eating, she waited for the palace banquet to end so that she could go back and have a good sleep.
Thinking that she wouldn't have to get up early tomorrow, her mood improved a lot.
Wen Jiaojiao was eating when he saw a group of men and women wearing half-face masks and strange costumes entering the temple neatly. The men's upper bodies were painted with oil paint, and the women were also wearing half-sleeved colorful clothes, showing off their slim figures.
They all have a pair of wing-like things tied to their hands behind their backs, as if imitating some kind of bird.
Everyone in the palace was attracted by this strange dress.
The leading man bowed and saluted to the emperor and empress who were seated, "Your Majesty the emperor and empress, this is my chisang's bird dance, an auspicious dance. I dedicate it to Beiyuan and hope that the friendship between the two countries will last forever."
If it survives, Beiyuan will become stronger and richer."
Chisang is a foreign country outside the Great Wall that was close to Beiyuan that Beiyuan had just defeated. It has always been secretly dissatisfied with Beiyuan, but in recent years it has become more peaceful. This time when all the nations came to visit, Chisang also sent envoys.
, to ease the relationship between the two countries. After all, Chisang is still a small country, and it is impossible to always have a head-on confrontation with Beiyuan.
The emperor raised his hand towards him: "Chisang is interested."
The man stepped back and clapped his hands to the group of dancers behind him.
When the music started, men and women in different clothes and bird masks began to dance. The music was very different from Beiyuan's, with a barbaric style unique to Fanbang. The music was fast or slow, and it was closely linked at all times.
human heart.
A rapid, high-pitched tone sounded, and Wen Jiaojiao watched the dancers unfold their wings in their hands, and the colorful ribbons on their hands wrapped around the beams above, like fluttering birds flying in the palace, their hands scattered
There are countless petals, which look strange and magnificent.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the soft ribbons that they could wrap around the high beams with just a slight throw. They must have some martial arts skills.
It was the first time for everyone to see this novel performance, and they all applauded.
A petal fell on Wen Jiaojiao's table, and she smelled the smell of medicinal powder, but everyone else was still watching the performance intently.
When Xiao Qingyu watched the dancers throwing the ribbons onto the beam easily, the hand holding the wine glass tightened instantly, but he did not dare to show off too much.
With her heart beating like a drum, Xiao Qingyu called Qingquan to her side and whispered a few words in her ear.
Qingquan's eyes widened when she heard Xiao Qingyu's words. Xiao Qingyu grabbed her hand tightly and said, "Be careful!"
Qingquan took the order and retreated. His seemingly steady steps were already a bit hurried.
The emperor turned to look at the queen, "What did you just say to her?"
The queen picked up the wine glass and took a few sips. She lifted a corner of her skirt under the table, took out the dagger tied to her leg, looked at the petals falling on the table, and said to the queen: "I just asked my cousin to come.
He drank two sips of wine at the banquet, but he hasn't been able to ask for two sips of hot wine in the days since he came back."
The queen grabbed the emperor's hand, looked at him with a smile, and said word by word: "Today is the last day of the palace banquet. He can finally have a sip of hot wine in the Yingqing Hall."
Zhao Yelin was startled. When he saw the dagger the queen put on her lap and what she said, he immediately understood.
Zhao Yelin looked at the Chisang dancers performing in the hall and his expression darkened.
Xiao Qingyu scanned the entire hall, and finally landed on Que Wu. Que Wu had already noticed something was wrong, and sat upright in his seat. Feeling Xiao Qingyu's gaze, he looked towards her.
Xiao Qingyu opened his mouth to Que Wu and said silently in Salo language: Protect Jiao Jiao.
Que Wu turned to look at Wen Jiaojiao. At this time, Wen Jiaojiao was a little restless. Why did she feel something was wrong when she smelled those medicinal powders?
At this time, the dancers flying above and spreading their wings lightly landed among the seats, and two of them were flying towards the seats of the emperor and queen.
The next moment, the tune of the music changed, and the sharp sound seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums. Wen Jiaojiao covered his ears and fell on the table in discomfort.
Everyone in the hall also felt pain in their eardrums due to the sudden change of tune and unpleasant music.
As soon as this tune came out, the dancers who were sitting on each table took out the soft swords from their wings, and the wings were broken, and the feathers flew everywhere.
These dancers instantly transformed into assassins.
They raised their soft swords and chopped down the people closest to them.
The hall was silent for a moment. I don't know who opened the door first, and the screams almost penetrated the roof.
"There are assassins! Escort!"
As soon as the screams came out, the entire hall immediately became chaotic. Most of the people at the table were children of aristocratic families and noble women and children who had no martial arts skills. When they saw the assassins using their swords and seeing blood, they were immediately frightened.
, running around on the table, trying to run to the door of the palace.
However, there were assassins guarding the entrance of the hall, and there were people waiting outside the door. They did not dare to run towards the door. They could only huddle under the table and behind the beams, huddled together and shivering.
But these Chisang assassins specifically want to kill these noble families and royal families, and their goals are very clear.
There are also many people in the palace who are skilled in martial arts, but their hands and feet are weak and they cannot use much skill at all. They can only barely resist and protect their relatives.
Wen Jiaojiao watched an assassin charging towards her with a sword. Zhao Yan pulled her into his arms, picked up a plate from the table and blocked the assassin's blow.
Zhao Yan pushed Wen Jiaojiao under the table, "Don't come out!"
Zhao Yan's hands and feet became weak after smelling the medicinal powder, and he couldn't exert much strength. The assassins knew that he was the prince and came specifically to kill him.
The concubines behind him screamed in fear, each holding their own prince and princess and huddled in the corner.
Zhao Yan directly smashed a porcelain plate, took the fragments of the porcelain plate and swiped it hard on his hand, blood immediately poured out from his palm. He dodged the assassin's attack, fought close to him and grabbed the soft sword in his hand, and directly killed him
Cut throat.
The assassin fell in front of Wen Jiaojiao, blood spattered on her hands, and she shrank in fear.
One hand directly opened the table where she was hiding, and then the sword fell towards her. A long whip wrapped around the assassin and threw him against the pillar beside him. He vomited blood and fell unconscious.
Que Wu walked quickly towards Wen Jiaojiao, swinging his long whip along the way, and whipped all the assassins to the ground.
Que Wu walked up to Wen Jiaojiao, bent down and picked her up, holding her in his arms.
"Little Moon, hug her now."
Wen Jiaojiao was afraid of affecting Que Wu's performance, so she consciously hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You...you can let go!"
Que Wu couldn't help but laugh at Wen Jiaojiao's actions, but he still supported her with one hand and waved the whip with the other.
"Que Wu, save Ayan!"
Wen Jiaojiao saw that Zhao Yan was surrounded by several assassins. Although his martial arts skills were not low, he was almost unable to resist after inhaling the powder that would cause a person's internal strength to be temporarily lost.
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