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Chapter 456: Collision of empires, a troublesome problem

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    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Until Gongsun Lan finished dancing, the whole place was silent, no one spoke, and no one cheered.  It's not that everyone doesn't want to cheer, it's because they are still immersed in the splendor of the peerless sword dance.

    Li Longji¡¯s musical talent has been passed down through the ages, and Li Guinian¡¯s outstanding musical talent has been highly praised by future generations.  The performance of either of these two people is extremely rare. You only need to appreciate it once and you will be proud of it for a lifetime.  Now add the peerless sword dance, the trio of Li Longji, Li Guinian, and Gongsun Lan, which is enough to spread throughout the world and be famous throughout the ages. The artistic level they display is really too high, so high that people will have endless aftertaste for a long time.  Can't wake up.

    The biggest advantage of Gongsun Jianwu is the artistic conception, the state of freedom!  No matter what profession you are in, no matter what you do, as long as you appreciate sword dance, you can always find the artistic conception you need.  Zhang Xu found the artistic conception required for cursive writing, made great progress in cursive writing, and became a cursive sage.

    Chen Zairong and Sima Chengzhen were obsessed with swordsmanship and gained a new understanding of sword theory.  Guo Qianguan was a military strategist and had a new understanding of the art of war. From his perspective, if he fought against Tibet again, his command would be easier and the Tang army would suffer fewer casualties.

    After a while, a loud shout of "Okay!"

    Although it is only one word, it contains all the meaning of their praise.

    Everyone stood up and gave high fives.  Li Longji hurriedly threw away the drumstick, high-fived Gongsun Lan and praised: "Miss Gongsun, you dance so well! It's so good! This is the best sword dance I have ever seen in my life!"

    The Tang Dynasty was a dynasty with extremely prosperous martial arts. Martial arts practice became popular among the people, and swordsmanship was very popular. Therefore, sword dance was also very popular.  There are many masters of sword dance, but there are no masters who can perform as freely as Gongsun Lan.

    Li Longji has seen many famous sword dance masters, but none has such superb skills as Sun Lan. This is a sincere praise.

    "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty!" Gongsun Lan's breath was uneven.

    "Miss Gongsun, can you dance again?" Ruizong couldn't help it.

    These words were exactly what everyone was thinking, and they all agreed in unison.

    Gongsun Lan took a breath and said: "The Emperor has an intention, Gongsun Lan dares not to obey!"

    "Thank you, Miss Gongsun!" Everyone thanked in unison.

    Gongsun Sword Dance is well-deserved, but watching just one paragraph is really unsatisfactory.  Everyone was originally afraid that she would not agree, but after hearing his answer, they all felt relieved, sat down again, and watched attentively.

    Gongsun Lan cupped his fists and swung the long sword in his hand like a rainbow in the sky, extremely wanton.

    "Okay!" After just one action, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

    A long sword in Gongsun Lan's hand is like a swimming dragon, free and easy. Every movement is so smooth and graceful, making people feel relaxed and happy.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????©\?have made the sword dance, and it was a sword dance, it was a sword dance, it was a sword dance, all the people laughed, and they did not call her a second time until she finished the dance.  It's not that they don't want to applaud, it's that they can't applaud. If they are applauded, if they don't pay attention and miss an action, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.

    Until Gongsun Lan sheathed her sword and stood up. After dancing, everyone stood up together and gave high-fives. The applause lasted for a long time.

    "Thank you!" Everyone's recognition is the best praise for Gongsun Lan's dancing skills. Gongsun Lan couldn't help but bow to express his thanks.

    However, no matter how much she thanked her, the applause never stopped.  I don¡¯t know how many times she said thank you and how many bows she made before the applause slowly stopped.

    At this time, Gongsun Lan was both excited and a little tired, with beads of sweat hanging on her pink face. Lou Hong hurriedly handed over a piece of white silk.  Gongsun Lan took it and wiped it.

    Ruizong took the lead and walked towards Gongsun Lan.  Yao Chong and the others followed Ruizong, cheered, and surrounded Gongsun Lan. Ruizhong said with a smile: "Miss Gongsun, this is the most wonderful sword dance I have ever seen in my life! Although the Tang Dynasty is big, no one can do it.  Out of your league! Amazing!"

    "The emperor has given you too much praise, and Gongsun Lan deserves it!" Gongsun Lan was very humble.

    Winning a house full of applause is the goal of any artist.  Not to mention, out of the thousands of people here, how many don¡¯t have high artistic accomplishments?  The higher your artistic accomplishment is, the higher your vision will be, and the more critical you will become when looking at problems. It is so difficult, so difficult to win their heartfelt praise!

    If an artist can achieve such an achievement, it will be a blessing for the rest of his life!  Although Gongsun Lan was excited, he was able to restrain himself, which was commendable.

    The congratulators whispered to each other and told about their feelings about watching the sword dance. They all praised it and felt that their trip was worthwhile.

    It can be said that the banquet has reached its climax. Of course, there is one more thing to do, which is to have fun in the bridal chamber.

    &nbsLi Longji responded with a playful wink.  Only when he was a child, Li Longji was so naughty. It has been many years since I saw Li Longji playing so playfully. It was obvious that he was in a really good mood. Ruizong couldn't help but chuckle.

    This idea came from Li Longji.  From what he thought, the smell of raw meat would definitely make Chen Wanrong uncomfortable if he was allowed to eat it. It would be a little fun to embarrass Chen Wanrong.

    Now, the trick is about to succeed, Li Longji is very happy, just waiting to see Chen Wanrong's embarrassed look.  However, what he didn't expect was that Chen Wanrong laughed: "It's just a little bit of raw meat. Who can trouble me? I've taken a bath in blood, and I still care about this thing?"

    The smile on Li Longji's face disappeared in an instant, and then he remembered that Chen Wanrong had been on the battlefield and didn't care about blood.  Not to mention a piece of raw meat, even if you give him ten pounds of raw meat, he can still eat it.  Feeling bored, Li Longji shook his head and said: "Go back to the palace!" and left with the people.

    "Recite the poem first, and then eat it!" Princess Jinxian reminded.

    Reciting poems is not easy. Wang Han has already written it, and Chen Wanrong reads according to it: "A pair of people share the same prison plate, and they will serve as two officials in the future. To make a good statement, I went around the tent three times to read." He grabbed the raw meat and stuffed it.  Put it in your mouth, chew it for a while, and swallow it.

    Princess Jinxian picked up the cooked meat with chopsticks, fed it to Zheng Qing, and said: "Remove the hijab, read on."

    Chen Wanrong briefly looked at the poem on the paper, and recited it in a measured tone: "Pu Pu has flowers on her neck, and her temples are covered with mist. I have good temple hair when I am young, so there is no need to cover or cover it." He reached out and lifted the red hijab on Zheng Qing's head.  But he saw Zheng Qing holding a small round fan and covering her pink face.

    There is a bright cloth flower on Zheng Qing's head. It is made of red silk and is very beautiful.  Princess Yuzhen smiled and said: "What are you looking at? It's time to remove the flowers. Read quickly."

    Chen Wanrong wanted to take a look at the beautiful face, but was blocked by the small round fan.  This is the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty. If you want to take down such a small round fan, you have to recite a "poem on the fan".

    However, before fanning, you have to get rid of the flowers on your head and recite a flower removal poem.  There is something written on the paper, and Chen Wanrong just reads it: "One flower goes away and another becomes new. The flowers in the front are fake and the flowers in the back are new. There are birds holding flowers on the fake flowers, and there are flower pickers on the real flowers."

    "Is this okay?" Chen Wanrong was very proud.  When getting married in the Tang Dynasty, the poems were written one after another. If you didn't have some literary talent, you would have to find someone to do it for you.

    Wu Daozi and Wang Han looked at each other, smiled secretly, went out together, and walked away quickly.

    "You know what's going on!" Princess Yuzhen returned to the scene, and the rules still had to be abided by: "Okay, that's it for tonight, everyone is going out."

    The last step is to open the door. Once the door is closed, the two couples face each other. They need to go and do whatever they need to do. If they stay here any longer, they will be ignorant. Everyone goes out like a swarm and closes the door.

    Chen Wanrong sat next to Zheng Qing with a smile, and put his right hand around Zheng Qing's slender waist. Waves of warmth came to him, and his long-awaited expectations came true. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Daughter-in-law, let your husband  have a look."

    "No, what about the poem about fanning? If you don't read the poem about fanning, how can people take down the fan?" Zheng Qing's voice was very low, but Chen Wanrong could still hear it clearly.

    "Okay! I'll read it right now." Chen Wanrong looked at the paper and couldn't help but his eyes widened. He didn't write a poem about fanning.

    ¡°This Wang Han, it¡¯s really not fun to let him off the hook at the most critical moment and embarrass him.  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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