Dianxia Qingcheng

Pei Zheng stood face to face with the giant, and no one moved first.

Finally the giant couldn't bear it any longer, he let out a low growl and punched out his fist, but it was in vain.

Pei Zheng stood one step away holding the folding fan. The punch just now was powerful, but the speed was far behind.

The giant was obviously a little annoyed, and he threw out his fists one after another, but Pei Zheng dodged them one by one.

Pei Zheng poured his internal energy into the fan, and the folding fan flew up and down like a dragon swimming in the water, constantly hitting different parts of the giant's body, trying to find out where his weakness was.

Finally, when the folding fan flew around the giant's head twice, the giant seemed to cover his head in fear, forgetting to attack for a moment.

Pei Zheng's eyes moved, and it was there.

More internal energy gathered on the folding fan, and the folding fan suddenly unfolded, emitting a silver light from the whole body, like sword light, wrapping the giant's head layer by layer.

The silver light suddenly appeared, making the whole hall as bright as day, and several rays of light penetrated the giant's palm and pierced into his temple.

With a "boom", the huge figure suddenly fell to the ground. After twitching a few times on the ground, the seven orifices bled, and then there was no movement.

Amul clenched his teeth tightly, not wanting to show his inner displeasure and anger.

And the eyes of the other people in that hall were still glued to the folding fan, seeing the folding fan slowly closing and flying back to Pei Zhengshou, everyone was still immersed in shock.

"cool!"

- A milky cheer came from the crowd, accompanied by applause of "paji paji".

Pei Zheng folded his fan against his chest, and raised the corners of his lips towards the source of the sound.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look to the past.

Only then did I see a fiery red figure hidden behind several people, half covered by tulle, but a pair of beautiful eyes shimmering, full of joy and excitement.

Sensing that everyone in the hall was looking at him, Shen Jiu's applause gradually died down, and he lowered his head slowly, wishing he could get under the desk in front of him, his ears were so red that he was about to bleed.

"Pei Aiqing, you are indeed the head of all the officials in my dynasty. I have not misunderstood the person! Come, reward me!"

The voice of the emperor brought everyone back to their thoughts, and they all expressed their appreciation to Pei Zheng, and the prime minister's mansion received another large reward on such an important occasion.

"Chief Amul, this folding fan..." Pei Zheng walked to Amul's desk and looked down at him on purpose.

"Since Mr. Pei is using it so conveniently, why not send it to Mr. Pei. I wonder if the emperor will allow it?"

It would be self-defeating to take this fan back now, and Amul would rather give it to Pei Zheng directly.

"Then give it to Pei Aiqing, Aiqing deserves this fan."

Pei Zheng held the folding fan and bowed his hands to the emperor to thank him, then returned to his seat and sat down.

— After sitting down, Pei Zheng raised his hand and threw the fan into Shen Jiu's arms.

Shen Jiujiu carefully picked up the fan with both hands, looked left and right, closed and opened it, and fanned himself, then secretly made some small movements behind Pei Zheng's back.

Pei Zheng glanced back at him, and saw that Shen Jiujiu was doing the same thing to the fan, and wanted the fan to fly too, but unfortunately he had no internal strength at all.

Pei Zheng stretched out his hand and put his fingers together, and a wave of internal force was poured into the fan, controlling the fan to slowly fly into the air, and flew around Shen Jiujiu twice.

Shen Jiujiu's excited eyes sparkled, and his little hands applauded lightly, "My lord is so amazing!"

Pei Zheng withdrew his internal energy, suddenly coughed lightly, and felt that the internal energy in his body became a little disordered, and a bloody smell began to surge upward.

He shouldn't use his internal energy casually, and his body's stubborn illness has not been cured, but after taking a pill given by Shen Jiujiu last time, he felt that his internal energy seemed to have recovered a little, but now it seems that it is just temporary.

Shen Jiujiu sensed that something was wrong with Pei Zheng's face, and hurriedly asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

He quietly tapped Pei Zheng's pulse with his fingers, and there was something wrong.

"It's okay."

Pei Zheng retracted his arm calmly, drank a glass of wine, and suppressed the blood in his throat.

The hall began to become lively again, and everyone was a little excited because they had severely defeated the face of the barbarians just now.

The family members of many officials have prepared some small talents to show off in front of everyone. Several officials even asked their daughters to perform dances in front of the emperor, which is obviously meaningful.

It would be great if the daughter could be seen by the emperor or a high-ranking prince.

Amul seemed to have no interest in the performers in the hall, and kept looking in Pei Zheng's direction.

After the people in the main hall finished their performance, Amul suddenly said, "Tonight's banquet is really exciting, but I always feel that something is missing..."

He paused for a moment, and said suddenly, "Master Pei is such an eminent person, the people around him are also extremely superior, can you open our eyes by revealing something?"

Pei Zheng looked back, staring at Amule coldly.

As soon as these words came out, other people in the hall also thought of the figure who had been sitting next to Pei Zheng tonight. On the occasion of bringing relatives and family members, how come it was not the second princess who came, but a stranger instead?

Everyone in the hall slowly fell silent. It seemed that they were all waiting for Shen Jiujiu to come forward, but Pei Zheng didn't speak, and Shen Jiujiu just knelt and sat obediently behind him.

Amul said again, "Master Pei is too stingy, it's not enough to just ask people to come out to show some talent? Or is he afraid that he will embarrass himself?"

Shen Jiujiu quietly poked Pei Zheng's back, leaned closer and whispered, "My lord, I have some talents."

He seemed a little embarrassed, "I, I can also dance."

Pei Zheng's back moved.

Dance?

Not only does he know medical skills, but he can also dance?

Shen Jiujiu can indeed dance, his master Shen Huan once taught him.

Shen Jiu's figure was slender like a woman's, and her slender waist was almost three points softer than that of a woman's. Shen Huan had seen Shen Jiujiu without a mask.

Such a beautiful person who dances like a fairy can hook people's souls away, so Shen Huan later refused to let Shen Nineteen dance without a mask.

Shen Jiujiu stood up from the futon, and sure enough, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the emperor stopped talking with the empress, and looked towards the audience.

Pei Zheng squeezed the wine glass in his palm and thought, just trust him once.

Shen Jiujiu walked to the center of the hall and stood there, saluted the emperor respectfully, his little heart was beating wildly, but he was actually very nervous and scared.

He took a few deep breaths, regarded all the people sitting below as white radishes, and then slowly began to dance.

The fiery red cloak behind her swayed left and right with the slender figure, making her seductive and charming. The soft waist seemed to be boneless, light and agile, like a swallow.

When a few fixed-point dancing poses were posed, Shen Jiu's eyes were slightly tilted towards Pei Zheng. Those eyes exposed outside the veil were as clear and clear as a spring, but with an unknown charm, attracting people to watch sink in together.

— One step rotates, one step creates a lotus.

When the red figure blossomed into flirtatious red lotuses, everyone seemed to forget to breathe, holding their breath and staring at the center of the hall.

It wasn't until Shen Jiu bowed down to express his gratitude that the audience burst into applause.

However, Pei Zheng, who had been staring at Shen Jiujiu's figure closely, did not notice that the wine glass in his hand was pinched and cracked.

Others may not understand it very well, but Pei Zheng can see it clearly.

The dance just now is a very famous dance within the foreign race, people who are not from the foreign race may not have seen it at all.

Pei Zheng recognized this dance because he knew that the little man was half of foreign blood, so he read a lot of books about foreign races in his early years.

So how could Shen Nineteen in front of me know how to dance this dance?Is he also a foreigner?

The one who also recognized this dance was the current sage on the dragon chair. He once watched his concubine dance once, but never saw it again. He never expected to see him again today.

Sitting below, Amul clapped and said, "It really is a feast for the eyes."

He smiled suddenly, "The dancing posture is already so beautiful, it must be even more beautiful under this veil, can you also let us see what the appearance of a celestial being is like?"

Shen Jiujiu immediately became very nervous, flustered and at a loss, he knew that he was not good-looking, neither above the mask nor under the mask.

The sons and daughters of the various families sitting below are all good-looking, if I take off my veil, I will definitely be laughed at by everyone, and I will be ashamed of the adults.

Everyone in the audience was waiting for Shen Jiujiu to take off his veil, and Shen Jiujiu looked at Pei Zheng helplessly.

Pei Zheng ignored Amul's request at all, he had given him enough face tonight.

Pei Zheng said to Shen Jiujiu, "Come back."

Shen Jiu felt relieved, he would go back if the adults wanted him to, and he didn't care what those people wanted him to do.

Unexpectedly, Amul got up reluctantly, walked up to Shen Jiujiu with big strides, and blocked his way with his arms.

"Listen to your adults like that? Why do you look so stupid..." Amul suddenly leaned down, and only he and Shen 19 could hear his voice

can see.

"Let me think about it. Could it be that Pei Zheng likes this type? Let me tell you, the one before you is still a prince, and your lord doesn't like it. By the way, that person is called, Qi Changyi"

Long memory?

Shen Jiu frowned, as if he had heard the name before.

Yes, just now, did someone mistake him for Qi Changyi?

I saw a folding fan suddenly struck from behind Amul, and he grabbed it in his hand with a quick counterattack.

"Ling, take it and return it to your lord." Amul stuffed the folding fan into Shen Jiu's arms, "You have to keep an eye on your own things, be careful not to return them if they are taken away by others."

After speaking, Amul smiled at Pei Zheng, and then withdrew his arm that was blocking Shen Jiujiu.

Shen Jiu quickly walked back to Pei Zheng.

Amul ordered his subordinates to go to the emperor to perform a barbarian and unrestrained dance, and everyone's eyes finally shifted from the direction of Pei Zheng and Shen Jiu to the center of the main hall.

After Shen Jiujiu sat down, he gently tugged at Pei Zheng's sleeve, and called out extremely aggrieved, "My lord..."

Pei Zheng looked at him with complicated eyes, and he realized that he didn't understand the person in front of him at all.

Turning around, the tall figure blocked most of the eyes, Pei Zheng raised his finger, inserted it into the veil, and gently touched Shen Jiu's chin twice, his voice was low and hoarse.

"You, why did you dance that dance just now?"