Chapter 68 Nine Sons Capture 2

The lotus lantern water color, a group of palace people entered from outside the hall, and the lights on the hall suddenly went out, leaving only nine lotus lamps in the hall. The open fire came out from the heart of the flower and became brighter and brighter, illuminating the center of the hall like day.

All the ministers who were still flattering have returned to the table. They only heard the voice of a woman in the hall, which turned out to be the noble concubine Lijin, who was favored by the emperor.

"When Rong'er heard that the seventh prince returned to the court, she specially invited the best dancer of the people to dance for the seventh prince."

The emperor of Beiqiu nodded when he heard the words, looked at his four sons with a kind smile and raised his sleeves and said, "Okay, Rong'er has a heart for your seventh brother."

The Beiqiu Rong looked at his father, just smiled humbly and didn't say much. Then he looked at the noble concubine Lijin and handed each other a wink.

At this time, the sound of ceremonial music, and a line of light pink lotus slowly moved into the hall. The woman walking in the middle was as strong as fire, and there was a faint fluorescence flashing around her waist. The woman's long sleeves were beautiful and beautiful, and her dancing steps were light, as if she were stepping in the void.

Soon, the light pink besieged the city and surrounded the woman in red in the center. From a long distance, the people present could not see the man's appearance. They only felt that the woman's dance was strange, slow, light and light, as if it were just a touch of fiery satin, with a fairy spirit in the hazy.

Unlike those who are intoxicated in the dance, Feng Jiuge is like a bolt from the blue when she sees the woman's dance. The woman's dance is obviously the Jiuhua she danced on the tower that day, but it is slightly different. She can't say what the difference is. The dance steps are familiar, which makes her heart beat faster, and the woman Zi's dancing skills are the best she has ever seen, even surpassing her original Jiuhua.

With a bang, someone unconsciously touched the wine glass and woke up the civil and military officials in the hall from a drunken dream. Even several princes, including Beiqiu Shu, who were present, came to their senses like waking up from a dream.

The music suddenly changed. The petals surrounded by light powder closed during the day, and then counted down her waist and leaked the red fire into the hall. The woman stretched out her hand and quickly opened the shining bag at her waist. In the bag, countless fireflies slowly flew out of the bag and floated into the sky.

The woman in red suddenly jumped up, her body soared high in the sky, and the tip of her toes fell on the firefly. She danced all the ribbons on her body, and then turned upside down and swept towards the ground. The countless fireflies suddenly expanded around, but continued to float with the whirlwind. The next second, the woman had steadily pointed to the ground. Long sleeves danced, and the lights suddenly lit up.

Xuanxiyue stood on the hall. A song of Jiuhua had finished dancing, but his heartbeat could be heard quietly in the hall.

Quiet, as quiet as death. At this moment, her inner breath was uneven. Her nails had been nervously dug into the palm of her hand. Suddenly, a strong wind came to her. Before she could react, her waist had been hooked by a pair of powerful arms and then swept out of the hall.

Knowing that the sudden laughter in the hall was fading away, he came to his senses from the emperor of Beiqiu to the civil and military officials.

At this time, where can the seven princes be seen in the hall?

"Let go of me."

Xuanxiyue was scared and lost his soul. At this moment, he returned to his soul. His arms were struggling randomly. The man's body shook, and the two had fallen to the ground.

"It's you."

When he saw the woman's face, Beiqiu couldn't help shaking his head with a smile: "Your dancing posture is indeed different from that day."

"What is me?"

Xuan Xiyue raised her head. When she saw the right face, her heart skipped a beat. She grew up in Lefang. She had seen countless powerful princes, but she had never seen such a handsome young man. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry and said, "You've got the wrong person."

"You still don't seem to have learned how to salute the prince."

Beiqiu Min ignored the girl's words. Somehow, he had the same face as that day, but gave him a completely different feeling. If it was really this little daughter's trick, he would play smartly.

"What are you talking about?"

The man played a scoundrel. Xuan Xiyue didn't want to have too much entanglement with him, so he turned his back and walked out of the pavilion.

Beiqiu restrained when he saw that the woman ignored him and turned his back to him and left. There was no woman in the world who dared to ignore her like that. If it was really a woman's trick, even he couldn't help sighing. His heart moved like electricity and had already held the woman in his arms.

"Didn't you always want to marry me? You provoked me first. Don't worry, I will definitely propose marriage to your father."

Xuanxiyue still wanted to struggle, but soon, she was intoxicated in the man's eyes.

The news that the seventh prince of Beiqiu asked for Feng Jiuge, the daughter of the superintendent soon spread throughout the Beiqiu Dynasty, so some people began to rumor that the dance skills of the daughter of the Feng family were unparalleled in the world, and the god general fell in love with her with just one dance.

This rumor soon spread all over the world, and Fengjiu Ge became the first dancer in the world.

At the same time, the fourth prince of Beiqiu was also awarded the title of virtuous king for his first prize.

Lefang, Furong Pavilion

"I'm finally free."

The woman, dressed in a light pink lotus skirt, smiled and walked to the girl who was still packing her bags and called out, "Sister Xiyue, I heard that the seventh prince is about to marry the daughter of the Feng family. I want to see it, okay?"

With a pause, Xuanxiyue raised her head, and her heart was extremely bitter, as if something was digging out of her heart and trying to pull out a little smile: "Zhe Zhe, I have said that since we want to live a peaceful life, this imperial city should not stay for a long time. People in the world are married the same, but a god general. It's not your favorite. What's the point of beauty? If you ask me, it's better to leave early.

"Oh."

The little girl answered reluctantly, but she also knew that the other party was right. She buried her head and packed up her clothes. Xuanxiyue turned her back and unconsciously touched the inside of her left arm. When she entered the music square at the age of ten, she planted the palace sand. Now...

There was no time to think about it. Zhezhe had packed up. She nodded and was about to walk out.

As soon as he opened the door, he was blocked there and raised his head. The man's facial features were like carved, as beautiful as demons. Xuan Xiyue frowned slightly and couldn't help saying, "Is that you?"

"It's me."

The man smiled and said that this man was the fourth son of Emperor Beiqiu, the owner of this music workshop.

"The Empress Lijin has promised me that as long as the seven princes return to dance to us, they will allow us to redeem themselves. Now we are free people."

When Xuan Xiyue said this, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He was all seen by Bei Qiurong and reached out to grab the woman's wrist.

"My mother agreed, but I didn't agree. Let's go. I'll take you to meet someone.

After saying that, regardless of the other party's wishes and unwillingness, he pulled Xuanxiyue and walked to the street.

The seven princes of Beiqiu Kingdom got married, and the streets of the emperor's dynasty were all covered with big red brocade, and the golden acacia flowers were sprinkled all the way. Hundreds of palace people followed the couple's sedan chair, like a long dragon. The seventh prince Beiqiu, rode in front of him. The groom's face was full of joy, with his back to the sun, as if the divine general who returned that day, nothing Compared with the vigor.

"Look, don't you feel unwilling to take away the woman in the sedan chair that belongs to love?"

The man's words were like a sharp sword, shooting straight into the heart of Xuanshiyue. The strength of pain, but when he remembered another person, he became humble.

The person sitting in the sedan chair should be the girl who looks exactly like her. Maybe, no, it must be her own sister.

"No, the seventh prince should have married the daughter of the Feng family."

"Okay, since you are so stubborn, why don't you prove it?"

Before he could break free from the shackles on his wrist, Beiqiu Rong had thrown her into the middle of the road to welcome her.

"Who is it?"

The body had just fallen on the cold ground, and a bodyguard rushed up, and the blade pointed in front of her.

He raised his eyes and looked fiercely at Beiqiu Rong on one side, but the man narrowed his long narrow eyes and smiled at his lips, as if he were watching a play.

Unconsciously, when the familiar footsteps moved in front of her, her heart beat faster and faster, especially when she heard the sound, she seemed to have some doubts.

"Who are you? Why did you disturb my big marriage? Look up."

Xuanxiyue is extremely nervous at this moment. She wanted to leave today, but even her sister she has always wanted to recognize is no longer recognized, as long as she doesn't destroy her sister's happiness.

Just...

The sound of footsteps has reached my ears. It seems that I can't escape today. Xuan Xiyue's heart is still a little hesitant, but she has raised her head.

At the moment when his eyes collided, his heart was indescribably bitter and worried, but he instantly showed an unbelievable expression on his handsome face.

"You, you are..."

Before he finished speaking, Beiqiu had turned around and was as light as an swallow. In a blink of an eye, he had swept into the sedan chair and pulled the bride in the sedan chair out of the sedan chair.

"Who are you?"

Feng Jiuge was also full of joy when he could marry the man he liked. Unexpectedly, the happy team was pulled out of the sedan chair and heard the voice of the good man questioning. At this moment, he was also puzzled. Regardless of any good luck or bad luck, he took off the happy party on the street.

"Beiqiu, are you crazy?"

After saying that, Feng Jiuge was so angry that he couldn't help turning around and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the woman's face on the ground.

Xuan Xiyue also looked straight at Feng Jiuge, with tears floating faintly in her eyes. She immediately got up from the ground, covered all the feelings in her heart, and leaned down to worship.

"It is the fault of the maidservant to crash into the wedding of the seventh prince and the imperial concubine. The maidservant deserves to die. The seventh prince and the imperial concubine will forgive her, and forgive the maidservant. The maidservant wishes the prince and princess will always be of one heart."

Xuan Xiyue just wanted to leave after saying that, but her wrist was held hard. She raised her head in astonishment. The man's handsome face and eyes were indestructible.

"The person I want to marry is you, not her."