Chapter 63 Ugly in front of the palace 2

Murong Xi smiled bitterly, and it seemed that the image of the prince who had lasted for more than ten years was in danger.

When he was about to ask Amber what plan he had, Murong saw that he was restless this time and thought that it was because he would not be uneasy. When he approached, he heard him muttering: "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? I want to perform that in front of the hall? Wait, let me think about whether it is the broken stone in my chest or the iron sand palm or the performance through the wall. "shu."

Hearing this, Murong Xi was stunned. It turned out that which one was he eager to perform?!!

Except for Dongfang Ci, who was performing 'Hercules' in front of the hall, the other eight people could hear it clearly and sighed: idiot.

The Oriental's eyes were like infrared rays, sweeping all over the oriental amber that was still in the world of selflessness, and threw contempt at him: "Just your small body and the big stone in your chest, won't be crushed by stones and be ashamed of you?"

Hearing Amber's muttering Dongfangyin, I suddenly felt incredible, but when I heard Dongfang's complaints, I was stunned for a moment, as if I was not used to this complaint mode, licking the dry thin lips, and Dongfang Yin held a teacup to moisten my mouth.

Dongfang Amber was not happy to hear it. She patted her chest and hummed, "You don't know what it means to be unatame."

Dongfang looked at him: "I understand, but someone said that he could even know the legendary 'wall-piercing', so I have to doubt it."

"You don't have to provoke me. Just watch it then." Speaking of this, Amber obviously lost the momentum just now, and her eyes flashed with some quirical meaning. Suddenly, her eyes turned and her face turned pale: "Then there is also an iron sand palm." With that, he also proved himself useful with a few actions.

Dongfanglu didn't look at it and threw it to him coldly: "You can give them extra meals then."

The author's action of Oriental Amber, which was very interested just now, is a little fid, and the masculine action is also soft. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

At the same time, Dongfang Yin couldn't hold back a mouthful of tea and hurriedly covered his mouth. He didn't look at Amber's hand. He couldn't imagine what the clean and white hands would look like after they were cooked. Oh, it looked like.

Murong Xi shrugged his shoulders and tried his best to resist laughter. When he turned his head, he saw the smile at the corners of Dongfang's mouth in a trance. Well, he was dazzled.

Because I haven't seen any expression on her face since I met her.

Dongfang Li, Dongfang Yue and Murong Ling looked at this side contemptuously, full of disdain for fear of causing any bad luck.

Several people just turned their eyes to the performance in the hall, but they only heard the applause in the room, and everyone called "strange women" and so on. Dongfang Ci blushed and saluted slightly and returned to his seat.

Then Murong Ling, dressed in red, performed the softest Guzheng, which surprised Dongfang and couldn't imagine that such a sageable person would say that he wanted to play Guzheng.

Next, Dongfang was shocked. A red dress sitting in the hall slowly raised his bare hands and played with the strings. A song "Sleeve Dream" poured out from his fingers and listened carefully, as if it took you into the dream of the graceful woman's long sleeves and dancing, undulating with her movements.

Note: Liu Le's "Sleeve Dream" comes from Baidu, borrowing the aesthetic artistic conception. ( Because the hat doesn't understand Guzheng, cough, it's any musical instrument!)

came to his senses from the sound of cheering. Dongfang was speechless. It turned out that the red makeup and armed forces were easy to come, and the ancients really couldn't look down on it!

And the two red skirts in the hall collided, but there was no spark. Each had its own characteristics. Murong Xi looked at his little sister who came back and nodded with admiration. Murong Ling took his arm and said coquettishly, "Do you have any reward for your brother?"

Murong Xi scratched her small nose with a smile and shook her head helplessly: "You, is there anything else you want?"

Murong Ling pouted and recalled, "No, but I just want it."

Murong Xi brushed his hand between her arms and nodded: "Ok, you can choose when you leave the city."

Murong is jubilant.

The oriental love performance is a whip, pumping objects from the air, hanging all kinds of melons and fruits on the frame at a certain distance, covering the eyes with silk scarves, and distinguishing the accurate points of things with the sense of smell and hearing. In one blow, a pear breaks to the ground, and the juice splashes everywhere, which shows the accuracy of the force.

The first person to see it shouted wonderfully! The two noble concubines exclaimed repeatedly, but the emperor was no longer by their side and had to hug each other.

The oriental stain shakes its head: It's a pity that the tender pear can't take anything else, just like someone who has been crooked in his ear. Dongfang looked at Dongfang Amber, who had not decided what to perform, and pulled out his ears depressedly.

Dongfang pulled off the blindfolded silk scarf, shook his eyes that had not yet adapted to the light, and bowed to the first seat. Xiao Huangbei nodded with a smile and waved his hand to retreat. Next was Dongfang Cen.

Seeing that he covered his hand and his finger was still wrapped in gauze, Xiao Huangbei asked puzzledly, "What's wrong with your finger?"

Dongfang Cen didn't expect that the emperor would suddenly care about his injury. Although there was a warning from Dongfang Xigui, he was still a little flattered, and his eyes flashed for a second and knelt down and replied, "Return to the emperor, it doesn't matter--"

"I'm asking you how to do it. It seems that you have just been injured. Isn't it someone in the palace?" Xiao Huangbei asked again after he finished speaking.

When Dongfang Cen heard Xiao Huangbei's bad tone, he thought he was angry and quickly replied, "No, no, it was the grass people who accidentally knocked somewhere else and twisted it. The imperial doctor in the palace had already bandaged the grass people."

"Oh?! Then go down and have a rest. There will be another chance next time. Xiao Huangbei waved his hand with good comfort.

Dongfang Cen originally wanted to hurt his right hand, and he could also perform calligraphy with his left hand, but the first person said so, so he had to retreat and still did not forget to stare at Dongfang with a vicious sight when he returned to his position.

Next was Murong Xi, because he performed a flying knife nail man, so he opened his mouth to the emperor for help. Xiao Huang looked around, and some father-in-law and maids of honor retreated. The ministers also looked away and secretly said: Who would hand over his name to a teenage boy? Although he was old, he was still not alive. Enough.

When Xiao Huangbei was about to get angry and point people forward, Murong Xi made a voice to stop him: "Your Majesty, the degree of Caomin's performance is still dangerous, so in order to avoid anything else, don't force it if you don't want to come up."

Xiao Huangbei nodded with approval: "Well, it's really good to be able to imagine for others at a young age. But what about your program?

Murong Xi replied respectfully: "If so, the grass people can only ask the emperor to forgive them."

When Xiao Huangbei was about to open his mouth to let him retreat, a trembling sound came from the shadows whether he was nervous or timid: "I - I can, can~."