Chapter 96: One bow and one smile

Looking at that room, Fan Xian made a rough move. He raised his palms horizontally and cut them straightly, like a kitchen knife. How could he be half a bit of agility? Every palm came out, and he pretended to be a swaying wind, whirring and cutting the air. It seemed domineering, but he slashed all the time into the air beside Haitang. He had no intention of getting to the girl's house to have half a piece of skin. He just brought up all the corners of Haitang's coarse cloth clothes.

——What is this technique? This is the technique that Comrade Wu Bai always has to put an electric fan in front of him when he goes on stage to sing. This is the technique that Zhou Xingxing throws newspapers in front of the blower and unbuttons the protagonist's supporting role's long pajamas!

The crabapple clothes were like clouds, and they smiled in the palm wind. They were as clear as immortals on the long imperial platform accompanied by water light, floating as if they wanted to ride on the clouds. When they occasionally pointed, one finger, one finger, one finger, one finger, one finger, one finger, one finger, one finger, and one finger, they didn't know where they were pointed. They were not tricks to hit the east, but were actually the little girl's method of pointing out soldiers and generals.

The two of them didn't know how many rounds they fought, but they didn't even have any fireworks. Since they didn't want to get blood, they naturally made their moves lightly, just like the vegetarian food in the temple that they couldn't even put soybean oil on, which was light and disgusting...

Even a little eunuch could see that the two masters were pretending to be beaten, not to mention the old fox, the little fox, the male fox, the female fox, the female fox, the unfair and unfair fox, some ministers had long been straightened, and they never expected that Miss Haitang and Fan Xian would be so shameless and perfunctory, without caring about the face of the court.

The Empress Dowager looked at the figures in the clear light on the long platform in the hall and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Although she had not lost her composure, the fine lines in the corners of her eyes were full of anger. Instead, the young emperor couldn't help laughing as the little master and Fan Qing floated around in the clear light.

Lang Tao looked at this scene with a calm face. But she knew that Fan Xian's seemingly clumsy move was actually a very powerful big-splitting coffin. However, it was the family-born martial arts of the Ye family in Kyoto, Southern Dynasties. How could this boy named Fan learn it?

The people who were looking forward to the outside of the hall were finally disappointed. After watching this, some people couldn't help but yawn. The eunuch in front of him couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I don't know when I will fight, but I can't decide the winner anyway."

Wang Qinian shook his head with great regret: "I think someone will stop soon."

The little eunuch didn't believe it and shook his head and said, "The adults in the hall are all human spirits. No one will make this happen?"

Wang Qinian argued with him, and finally started to bet on the bet that when would the two people dancing on the Changchang Royal Platform stop? The few people next to him came over to see the fun of their fight and pressed their bets, a car of sea urchins and two cucumbers. There were all kinds of strange bets.

"presumptuous!"

Finally, a minister looked at the empress dowager's increasingly gloomy face and couldn't help it. He slapped the table and angrily scolded: "The Queen Mother's birthday party, why are you making a mysterious place? Could it be that you want to deceive the emperor?"

This is not beautiful. It is like a stupid child who shouts the emperor and runs naked. No matter how ugly the world is, anyone who shouts the emperor first will be a very unpleasant guy. Just like today. Even though you know that Fan Xian and Haitang are playing the sword technique of the spirit, but if you don’t shout, the queen mother can watch it with a shame. After all, it’s her own birthday, and it’s not a big deal to watch the young doll dance.

But when this minister called out, wouldn't he force the empress dowager to get angry? So the empress dowager was about to get angry and looked at the minister coldly. He didn't know how many thoughts he had changed in his mind, trying to tear this guy's mouth apart.

The emperor still smiled.

The two people on the imperial platform in the pool seemed to have never heard the audience cheering and were performing the show seriously. The crabapple floated around, Fan Xian was walking on the dragon and tiger steps, the girl was beautiful, and the little Fan Xian looked handsome, and she looked really good when fighting. But in a moment, she fought from the imperial platform to the front of the hall behind the platform, only a few feet away from the dragon chaise. She stopped at the minister's table.

Fan Xian's palm turned into a kitchen knife and chopped it hard on the empty cutting board, but he whispered in his mouth, as if he had a mistake.

Haitang was slightly stagnant in the air, and his right hand and two fingers turned into a sword and stabbed it out. With a sneer, he was about to kill Fan Xian's chest.

I don’t know how these two people changed their positions. At that moment, the palm wind fingers did not have the body of anyone who was killed. Instead, they squealed and rushed towards the rear.

Behind the minister's seat is the rear.

The minister was shocked. Haitang and Fan Xian took action at the same time. Even if the national teacher Ku He came in person, he would probably avoid the edge for the time being!

The low table was shaken into countless pieces in an instant. The wine pot on the table cracked, the dish fell, the wine and oil turned into roe flowers all over the sky, dyeing the minister's head and face! There were cauliflowers hanging on his eyebrows, radish flowers on his mouth, and a few golden mushrooms hanging on his ears. He washed his face with soup and water. The more embarrassed he was, the more embarrassed he was.

So the hall immediately became quiet, and the ministers realized that at some point, Miss Haitang and the envoy of the Southern Dynasty were all nonsense ancestors. For their own sake, they should not say anything more.

The clear light was quiet, Fan Xian and Haitang stopped at the same time, and looked at each other a few steps apart, and smiled slightly.

Haitang said to the Queen Mother with a blessed voice: "Mr. Fan is a great way to split the coffin, and the little girl is incompetent to deal with it, so it affects this Queen Mother. I hope the Queen Mother will forgive her for her crimes. People have made mistakes..."

Fan Xian also looked full of blame and waved his right hand: "The horse stumbled."

The Empress Dowager loved Haitang very much and was not willing to blame him. In addition, today is her own birthday party, and it is a good thing to make a living atmosphere. It is a pity that the people of the Southern Dynasty did not suffer any pain. However, seeing Fan Xian's interesting words and self-deprecating, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but smile on the corner of her lips.

The emperor also smiled strangely, and the ministers laughed a little embarrassedly. Only the real martial arts masters knew that the seemingly joking fighting before still contained some of the thoughts of the two young strong men. The big-splitting coffin seemed rough, but in fact it was solemn. The begonia finger sword seemed clear and soft, but in fact it was fierce. The dance on the long imperial platform was actually a competition, but in the end, Fan Xian seemed to be defeated vaguely.

At this time, the fake battle ended, and the clear light on the top of the hall was still hidden in the vast hall. Fan Xian and Haitang stood in the clear light. Their faces seemed extremely soft in the light. The half-moon palace lanterns falling from the top of the hall were reflected in the pool.

This competition is really a smile, a bright moon and a shy palace.

The night gradually enveloped the deep palace, and half a moon slowly climbed up from behind the green mountains behind the palace, sprinkling the warm and light into the Northern Qi Palace. The long black eaves and gray-white underground palace walls reflect their beautiful figure at the beginning of the night.

The ministers in front of the hall were retreating outside the palace. There were many guards around the palace city, and some yellow eunuchs were waiting along the way. The ministers retreated very quickly. After a while, the palace returned to tranquility. There were no more idle people on the empty square, and they changed from extremely lively to extremely quiet, and only one incense stick was spent.

After the banquet, the empress dowager rubbed her temples and retreated back to the bedroom. Fan Xian was kept by the Emperor of Northern Qi and waited in Huaying Palace. The palace was extremely quiet, with a faint smell of burning incense and clear heart coming to the end of his nose. Fan Xian sat with his eyes watching his nose and nose watching. His Majesty of Northern Qi should be filial to the empress dowager at this time, and he didn't know why he was waiting here.

The palace maid handed him tea and fruits. Fan Xian smiled and thanked him, but found that the palace maids were very charming, especially the slightly shy expression in his eyes made him feel moved.

But when Fan Xian felt a little anxious when he thought of the young emperor leaving himself in the night palace and thinking about the emperor's problems in some aspects.

"Your Majesty has something to do, please ask Lord Fan for help." Another girl who looked at the nose and looked at the heart seemed to guess what he was afraid of, and said calmly. The person who spoke was naturally Haitang. Fan Xian stayed in the palace as a guest, and she couldn't help but be half the master. At this time, the girl's house thought of the scene in the previous palace, and she was also a little funny. Why did she always seem much more presumptuous when she was with Fan Xian?

Fan Xian smiled slightly, but didn't explain anything.

The eunuch shouted something outside the palace, and his footsteps were coming towards Huaying Palace in a hurry. Fan Xian thought, "I'm so anxious?" What kind of help does this young emperor want to help him? The other party is the Supreme Lord. Apart from unifying the world, there is probably nothing that cannot be done.

Just as he was full of doubts, the young emperor had already stepped into Huaying Palace. He waved his hand to stop Fan Xian and Haitang's wish to pay homage. He untied his coat with his right hand and threw it to the little eunuch who was following him happily. Only the thin plain yellow clothes inside were left, which looked very energetic. Then, the emperor sat on the soft couch and kicked his feet. The eunuch carefully took off the soft boots from his feet, revealing his feet wrapped in thin socks.

Haitang probably was used to seeing His Majesty's private appearance, so he was not surprised. Fan Xian was a little surprised. The Emperor of Northern Qi actually showed such a personal side in front of him. He did not hide his surprise. He turned his eyes to the soft couch, and even deliberately or unintentionally tapped the emperor's chest and feet.

Not big, not small.
Chapter completed!