Xie Xun's mind flashed through the image of himself dancing, and he stood up suddenly, "I'm not good at dancing, I'm only good at sword dancing."
"Then let's dance!" Han Ziqi clapped his hands excitedly, "Play some music to entertain the beauty."
The dancer had a special soft sword for performances, which was suitable for girls and was very light. Xie Xun took off her cloak and wore a pomegranate red double-breasted dress. The pomegranate flowers on the skirt were lifelike. She had a beautiful sword flower on her arm. Han Ziqi clapped his hands and shouted
Well, even a woman who has trained for many years would find it difficult to have such a beautiful sword flower and a sense of power.
As the musicians dance, they will change the style of the music. Xie Xun's sword dance is powerful and beautiful, not as soft as a woman's sword dance, and every move is full of fierce murderous intent. The music also changes accordingly, and it is majestic, just like Ningzhou.
The vast battlefield, the war drums are beating in unison, and the soldiers are approaching the city. The eyes under the veil are like the light in the cold wind. He has one person and one sword, which seems to make people see the cruel and tragic battlefield.
But Feng Yu's figure is soft and slender. In such a cold and hard sword dance, the softness is combined with hardness, the hardness is soft, and they are perfectly integrated, just like a peerless beauty appearing on the battlefield.
While Feng Yu was amazed, her heart also heated up with his sword dance. For the first time, she discovered that throwing one's head and spilling blood was not just a man's business, but she also had a heart for it.
She has been in poor health since she was a child. She is afraid of wind, cold, and heat. She will fall ill when the weather changes. She always takes medicine. The doctor said that she will not live to be an adult. The soul exchange with Xie Xun was very sudden. She appeared without warning.
On the battlefield in Ningzhou, the enemy's spear was pointed at her throat. She was so frightened that she fell off her horse and her mind went blank. The Northern Barbarians' cavalry rose high and fell again, crushing Xie Xun's leg. The moment she fell off the horse, she heard the enemy
The soldiers roared with killing sounds like a tsunami, and the enemy's momentum increased. Because she fell from the horse, the Zhenbei cavalry retreated steadily, and she almost died on the battlefield. Everything happened so fast, and this was the first time she truly faced it.
die.
Blood splattered, corpses lay everywhere, and the war horses roared. She lay on top of the soldiers with incomplete corpses, fainting from shock.
It was a nightmare that always haunted her in her dreams at midnight.
Xie Xun's dance brought her back to Ningzhou. She seemed to hear shouts of death in her ears. When she came to her senses, she saw Xie Xun's long sword pointed at Han Ziqi's throat. Han Ziqi was frightened and fell back, dropping his wine glass.
When it fell to the ground, the sword tip followed him like a shadow, and the musician was so startled that he stopped playing.
The veil had fallen aside, revealing Feng Yu's beautiful face. Han Ziqi was frightened but also amazed. No wonder the young marquis was hiding it.
Xie Xun smiled and asked in an evil and frivolous manner, "Your Majesty, do you look good?"
A pun!
"...Beautiful!" Han Ziqi looked at the tip of the sword that was very close at hand. It almost pierced his neck, but there was a knife on his head. "She is indeed a beauty."
Feng Yu was in poor health, and it was very difficult to dance such a set of swords. Xie Xun endured the discomfort, and a set of sword dances cost him half his life. He held on without showing any signs of weakness, and returned to his seat as a vase, while Feng Yu poured it for him.
A cup of hot tea.
Xie Xun held hot tea and gouged out Feng Yu's eyes. As expected, her body was in dilapidated condition and could not live up to adulthood. However, Han Ziqi was mesmerized and looked at the beauty's every move with salivation. His gaze made Xie Xun feel uncomfortable all over. Xiao Hou
In my entire life, I have never been so coveted by a man, and a murderous look flashed through my eyes.
"Beauties from Kyoto are both beautiful and sassy, and they are indeed well-deserved." Han Ziqi didn't care at all that Xie Xun's sword was pointed at him just now. He was also sure that Xie Xun would not dare to kill him in Kyoto.
Feng Yu's eyes were slightly cold and she said calmly, "Your Majesty, after drinking the wine and enjoying the beauty, it's time to talk about business."
"No hurry, no rush..." Han Ziqi raised his finger and shook it gently, his eyes still coveting that pretty face, "I changed my mind."
Feng Yu and Xie Xun looked at each other with an ominous premonition.
"Appreciate further details."
"In the past ten years, Sangnan and Yanyang have lived in peace and harmony. They have also established a mutual trade between the north and the south, and their business has been prosperous. However, the Fang family navy and Chen soldiers have repeatedly crossed the river in recent years. In name, they are chasing Japanese pirates, but in fact they are exploring the reality of our army.
The Sangnan border defense is also very distressed. So I want to ask the young Marquis for help and transfer Marshal Fang back to Kyoto." Han Ziqi knew that the war situation in Ningzhou was critical, and he took a very high stance, "This matter is inherently difficult for the young Marquis."
Feng Yu nodded, "Your Majesty is a sensible person."
Han Ziqi lazily ate the fruit, "The Yanyang Dynasty made peace with the Northern Barbarians for several years, and fought for several more years. Although the Northern Barbarians were defeated repeatedly, they did not cross Ningzhou, and it was difficult for the Marquis to penetrate deep into the Northern Barbarians. The war situation was deadlocked.
.If I, Sangnan, take advantage of the opportunity and enter the Yanyang Dynasty, beacon smoke will rise in the north and south. Will Zhenbeihou save the north or return to the south? We Sangnan people are peace-loving. I will not offend others unless they attack me. Marshal Fang repeatedly tried,
It will only intensify conflicts, and transferring him back is also for the sake of peace between the two dynasties."
Xie Xun was more familiar with the northern battlefield. During the two years of recuperation in Beijing, his energy was also focused on the northern battlefield. However, he knew Marshal Fang's character. He was cautious and thoughtful, and was by no means a reckless person.
Fifty years ago, Sangnan was still the territory of the Yanyang Dynasty. Later, the entire Yanyang Dynasty fell apart due to civil strife. Sangnan gradually split away and ruled across the river. In the past few decades, things have been peaceful. The people of Jiangnan are peace-loving and enthusiastic.
Focusing on making money and valuing commerce over martial arts, Sangnan's navy was not strong and its army was average, so it has always been a vassal state of the Yanyang Dynasty.
Twenty years ago, Sangnan wanted to be completely independent, but was defeated by the Zhenbei Houfu. From then on, it became a vassal state, paying tribute every year. The two border towns of Sangnan and Yanyang Dynasty were extremely peaceful, and mutual trade flourished.
No matter how hard Yanyang and Beiman fought, Sang Nan stayed out of the fight, but did not take advantage of it.
Feng Yu glanced at Xie Xun with her peripheral vision, "This matter is difficult to handle."
Xie Xun secretly thought that not only was it difficult to handle, it was simply a fantasy.
"That was my father's idea, not mine." Han Ziqi drank to moisten his throat and looked even more lazy. "He has been living comfortably in the south of the Yangtze River for many years, so his idea is a bit naive. To tell you the truth, my father from Southwest Food Road is willing to borrow it.
As long as the young marquis can restrain Marshal Fang to stop, don't cross the line again."
Xie Xuncong entered Furong Residence and finally heard the good news. He looked more relaxed and happy. Feng Yu also looked happy. Han Ziqi played with the wine glass and his eyes fell on the calm face, "But I have changed my mind.
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"What did you say?" Xie Xun blurted out, already filled with anger. Both he and Feng Yu were sensitive to Han Ziqi's ill intentions.
"When a beauty is angry, she is even more alive." Han Ziqi licked the wine on his lips and put down the glass, "Little Marquis, if you are willing to give me a beauty as a gift, the matter of the Southwest Grain Road will be settled."
Feng Yu was shocked and angry. She didn't expect that Han Ziqi would be so shameless and asked for Mei Ji in front of her. Han Ziqi looked at Xie Xun with greedy and dirty eyes. Feng Yu's cold face was exactly the same as Xie Xun's own temperament. There were no musicians or dancers beside her.
In words, Furong Curie could only hear the rustling of the osmanthus trees in the autumn wind.
