Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 285 Sword Dance
"It turns out that Wang Lang is a warrior!" Xiaoman narrowed his eyes, rubbed his teeth lightly, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth: "In that case, let the slave family perform a sword dance to relieve Wang Lang's boredom! "

"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo nodded nonchalantly. Everyone could see that he was absent-minded at the moment. Compared with the beauty's sword dance in front of him, he was now more concerned about the impact of his words on the situation in Chang'an.Now he feels that Chang'an is not so much a black hole as it is a huge spider web. The power game players in Chang'an City are like spiders of different sizes, hidden in the darkness, and the spider webs are slightly Every movement or movement will alarm every spider, and no one knows what will happen next.

"Compared to Baekje, maybe Chang'an is a more dangerous place!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help talking to himself.

"Wang Lang, don't you want to watch my sword dance?"

The girl's coquettishness brought Wang Wenzuo back to reality, and he raised his head to realize that Xiaoman had changed into a light green short robe, with a water red silk scarf wrapped around his head, and he held a long sword in his right hand, making his waist even more slender With one grip, you can do palm dance lightly.

"I don't want to read what the little lady said, but I just lost my mind because of something on my mind!" Wang Wenzuo smiled, and he took something out of his arms and put it on the stone table: "This lunch is my apology. Please accept it, my lady!"

Xiaoman took a closer look and found a gold bracelet on the table. She was secretly happy, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will dance with all my strength, just begging for the Lord!" After she finished speaking, she drew her sword out of its sheath Throwing it aside, the dancer stood up, and saw that his movements were not very fast at the beginning, he just walked with the sword, going back and forth between roundabouts,

The action is endless.Wang Wenzuo originally thought that this woman was just a first-class concubine concubine who entertained people with sensuality, but now it seems that it is not that simple. After crossing, he also asked Shen Faseng and Gu Cihang for advice. Techniques are techniques such as chopping, slashing, stabbing, etc., while body technique is the method of advancing, retreating and avoiding. If you can combine body techniques and techniques into one, you can say that you have entered the room in this martial art.Judging from Xiaoman's current performance, it can be said that he is at least an beginner in swordsmanship.

Xiaoman danced for a while, her face was reddish, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her movements suddenly accelerated, she turned left and right, running like flying, the light of her sword was like thunder, and she couldn't be looked at, suddenly she gave a clear cry, and shook her right hand The long sword was thrown into the air, about eight or nine meters high, and then rolled over, picking up the scabbard on the ground to catch the fallen long sword, and the blade went directly into the sheath, making a soft sound.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo clapped instinctively: "Little lady is very skilled, amazing, amazing!" He has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away. The eyesight technique of sheathing swords cannot be acquired only by hard work.If I don't wear armor and fight this woman with swords in the room, I will lose in all likelihood.

"I'm a little tricky, I'm going to laugh at you!" Xiaoman took a few breaths and adjusted her breathing. She had only practiced the last few times in private, and it was the first time to perform in front of outsiders. Some adventures, but the opportunity is rare, but I don't care about that much.

"This is still called a trivial skill, so what is a unique skill?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "To be able to feast my eyes today is really lucky!"

"Does Wang Lang want to see this sword dance every day?"

"Could it be that you met the Tang version of Hong Fu Nu?" Wang Wenzuo frowned, and the other party's eyes were full of longing, but he didn't like such unexpected changes, especially when people related to Wu Zetian were involved.

"It is a blessing to witness such a wonderful sword dance once, how can we hope to see it every day?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "No, absolutely not!"

"Wang Lang!" Seeing the rare opportunity, Xiaoman was about to walk away, and in a hurry, she didn't care so much. She knelt down on both knees and took two steps: "My family is willing to serve you, and I also invite you You accept it!"

"Little lady, please stand up!" Wang Wenzuo took a step to the right, refusing to be bowed down by Xiaoman: "I am a guest of Liu Neifu, how can I have an affair with my master's concubine?"

"Xiaoman, I'm just the master's dancer, not the master's concubine!" Xiaoman said anxiously: "Just now, the servants can see clearly that the master attaches great importance to you, as long as you ask for me, the master will never refuse." !"

Wang Wenzuo didn't speak. The meaning of what this woman said just now is very clear. She is not Liu Yuanzhen's concubine, but a dancer raised in the mansion to entertain people with skills and beauty. Of course, in Wang Wenzuo's view, there is no difference between the two. What is the obvious difference? If you have to say it, of course the status of the dancer is lower than that of the concubine. They are considered part of the family, unlike dancers who are completely regarded as dogs and horses.Therefore, if Wang Wenzuo asked Liu Yuanzhen for it, it would be the same as asking for it if he fell in love with a good horse or a good dog in Liu's mansion.

"Your name is Xiaoman, right?" Wang Wenzuo said, "I am a warrior stationed in Baekje, which is thousands of miles away from Chang'an, and it is an extremely desolate place. I came to Chang'an to meet the emperor, and I will be back in a few days." Baekje, you are used to living in such noble mansions as Liu Nai Mansion, how can you endure such sufferings!"

"No, I'm not afraid!" Xiaoman's attitude became more and more resolute: "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about this slave's family, please take it in!"

Wang Wenzuo politely refused several times, but Xiaoman's attitude remained the same. He just begged Wang Wenzuo to ask Liu Yuanzhen for himself. Wang Wenzuo didn't know the details of this woman, so naturally he refused to agree.

"Look at what you're wearing!" Wang Wenzuo said in a deep voice, "Liu Nei's mansion treats you well, and they should like you quite a lot. How could I steal people's favor? That's all for today, and I won't put the one just now. Tell Liu Neifu about it, get up!"

Xiao Man stared closely at Wang Wenzuo's face, confirming that the other party would not agree to him, and then stood up resentfully: "Even if the master treats the slave family well, it is still a plaything. The slave family is a person, not a plaything."

Xiaoman's words were like a flash of lightning, waking up Wang Wenzuo, and he looked at the woman in front of him with brand new eyes: "You said you were a joke in Liu's mansion, but how do you know that I took you for a joke? ?”

"I won't be afraid when I come to Baekje with you, it's not far from my hometown!" Xiaoman just said that, but realized that he had said something wrong, shame and annoyed, he looked at Wang Wenzuo bitterly.

"Oh, you just acted in such a play to use my strength to go back to your hometown?" Wang Wenzuo also understood at this time, not feeling both angry and funny: "What is your origin? Tell me!"

(End of this chapter)