in the name of calamity

During the discussion between their mother and son, the princes had already sent their own congratulatory gifts. The "On the Gifts of the Kingdoms" written by the crown prince Xingsu Bifei was greatly appreciated by the Nanque King. What Wang is most happy about is why these two names have two characters. This is the difference in treatment. As the eldest son of the prince and the second son who has left the palace to build a mansion, their mothers belong to the two major families of the Nanque Kingdom. people.

Regardless of whether King Nanque really likes those two women or not, his policy of consolidating his position is still commendable.As for the following princes, the king's most indispensable thing is a son.So for the first and second sons, Nanque King still gave him the love of his father.

However, for Xi Er, he does not have the ability of the prince's brother, nor the courage of the second brother.Not being liked seems to be a matter of course, even the younger brothers behind him are better than him, when he thinks of this, Xi's little face turns down.

All the princes and princesses presented their presents, but the third prince, Xing Xingxi, sat firmly in his seat.

"Why, didn't the third brother prepare a gift for the father?" He suddenly heard a joking question in his ear, and looked up to meet the eyes of the fourth brother Li, contemptuously without a single bit of embellishment.

Xi put his hand under the table and squeezed it tightly. Although the thing inside was just a small jade pendant, he spent three days and three nights carving it out with each hand and knife.Apart from the concubine mother, who else can understand the thoughts in this?

But when she saw the gifts that everyone brought out, the concubine mother said, don't take it, why let everyone laugh at the shabby, this gift is not rare in the Wang family.The reality of this sentence made Xi almost shed tears, and because of the eyes that everyone turned to him when they heard the old four's words, he bit his lips tightly.

"Third brother, are you really unprepared?" Shihe asked in surprise. If he had known this, he should have prepared two copies, and now the third brother would not be so embarrassed.Shihe Shihe is just like his name, poetic Zhuhe, Xingxiu Shihe has already been granted the king out of the palace, and has no thought about the battle of the royal family. He invites himself to the border of the country, but he is carefree and unrestrained. Do as you please!

Some people said in an insatiable way: "Third brother won't only remember his own birthday, but forget his father's, right?"

Xi's face turned pale because of these words, looking at the sneering face, whispered: "I don't."

Just as Nanque King was about to say something, a shout suddenly sounded in the venue.Like a yellow oriole screaming, or like running water singing, the four scenes suddenly fell silent.

The wind blew past, bringing a light flute sound, and the smooth and elegant tune spread out in this empty place.Everyone was surprised by the sudden sound of the flute, and then intoxicated by the beautiful rhythm.The rhythm of that song has never been heard before, and it has always been leisurely and shallow, making people feel like walking in nature.

Just as everyone was immersed in it, the sound of the flute stopped completely.

A few people came slowly from afar, wearing bead rings and jade, and their colorful clothes fluttered with the wind.Flying in circles, forming a perfect circle, the long sleeves spread out all around, like a waterfall flowing down, spectacular but without losing the agility of the water, the person kneeling in the middle stood up slowly, wearing a purple skirt and Ni Chang , slowly shaking the seven-color gong in his hand.

There was a tulle on the woman's face, only her eyes were flowing and rippling, which made the hearts of the men present flutter with every turn.Paying Qingcheng with a slight smile, as she walked, the bell in her hand made a crisp and pleasant sound.Spinning rapidly, the mysterious and unreal purple filled everyone's eyes.

The sound of the flute that had stopped at this time sounded again, and with the ringing of the bell, it was amazingly seamless.

Someone suddenly stood up and knocked over the wine on the table because of excitement, and without knowing it, the old man stumbled out and shouted in a trembling voice: "It's the song of the king of sparrows, it's the dance of the king of sparrows..."

Then more people stood up, looked at the person who was still spinning and dancing, and opened their eyes wide. It seemed that the person was about to fly away, wanting to become a fairy.

Someone dubiously asked: "Lord Taishi, did you remember wrongly? The Sparrow King's Dance is only recorded in the history books of our country, and no one has ever seen it. How do you judge that this is the Sparrow King's Dance?"

Tai Shi Zhang Fu sent to say: "Listen, listen... Praise of the Sparrow King, the prayer has begun."

Sure enough, after everything was calm, the dancers arranged the figure to be the three big characters "Finch King Fu", and the low voice of complaints rippling.It is firm and gentle, like singing and reading words.

"Heaven decides the world, the god of the beginning of everything, the Southern Sparrow Vermilion God, born of illusion, under my protection..."

That long poem became grand and long in the low-pitched welcoming singing, as if it had spanned a thousand years.

As if being induced, everyone unanimously searched for the source of the voice.In the dark, there is a white figure, getting closer and closer.A low voice escaped from his mouth.

When he suddenly saw the upright figure, for some reason, Xingxiu Minfei's heart was hit hard by something.He suddenly remembered a certain feeling deep in his memory, which seemed familiar.

Prince Donggong didn't have time to capture this feeling, but it suddenly disappeared.He suddenly became very interested in the person who stood in the dark and couldn't see his face clearly.

Jing in his heart trembled suddenly, Yue raised his head following his feeling, and met those searching eyes.The hand holding the jade flute tightly was suddenly pinched into the palm.

Pain, but let his hatred burst out, Prince Nanque - Xingxiu sympathized.

[Yue, don't be impulsive! ] Jing suddenly made a sound, full of worry, afraid that he would be too impulsive and do something.

[Jing, I really have the urge to flatter people! ] Yue withdrew his cold gaze, and said to Jing in his heart.accurate……

[Yue, now is not the time! ]

For Jing's reminder, Yue's smile is full of helplessness, he needs Jing to remind him now.How does Jing suppress the feeling of resentment in her heart.Yue doesn't ask, it doesn't mean he doesn't know, he will understand the meaning of this country to Jing one by one, who can survive safely after bullying Jing.

The complaint suddenly stopped in the middle, and at the same time as everyone was stunned, they seemed to have heard that low sigh.Before everyone realized whether it was their own illusion, the voice of complaint continued to sound.

An hour later, the last sound of the long and twisted poem fell.There was no sound in the surroundings, and even breathing became cautious.

The person hidden in the darkness stepped out slowly, and the darkness and light alternated instantly between each step.First of all, the clothes that are flowing in the wind are as white as the moon, like a fairy.