prosperous power pet

Chapter 27
It was Su Jingci who was at the opposite table who spoke.

I saw him staring playfully at the prince Di Ji who was standing in a row opposite, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a gesture of excitement.

Su Jingci has a good skin, exquisite and profound features, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes are slightly raised at this time, a half-smile, an indescribably romantic attitude.

Such a posture and demeanor, although the words are abrupt, are not annoying.

Song Qinghuan drew back her long eyelashes, and there were shadows rising and falling at the bottom of her eyes.

The world said that Su Jingci, the third prince of Chen Kingdom, was extremely stubborn and played around in the world all day, but Song Qinghuan felt that he was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.In her previous life, she didn't have the opportunity to have a close friendship with Su Jingci, but in this life, she met with a handful of times, but she had doubts in her heart.

Prince of Heaven, which one is the fuel-efficient lamp?

However, she also worried about another problem - since she was reborn, everything seemed to be messed up.

Shen Chuhan came to Yu ahead of time, and the envoy of Chen Kingdom also became Su Jingci, these were all things that had never happened in the previous life.Could it be... the destiny has changed?
But if this is the case, why is the thread of fate between her and Shen Chuhan still faintly approaching?
There was a slight ups and downs in his mood, and Emperor Yu laughed "haha" and said, "The third prince is a dragon and phoenix among people, and the emperor is also a good fortune." No matter what the purpose of Su Jingci's words, Emperor Yu could only Pretend not to know, and expose the matter with a haha.

Su Jingci's eyes flicked across the faces of the princes and concubines one by one, and finally fixed on Song Qinghuan, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Song Qinghuan was startled, thinking he recognized her.

Although the prince Di Ji was not prohibited from leaving the palace, under such circumstances, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

Fortunately, Su Jingci quickly looked away and did not speak again.He only looked at Emperor Yu and smiled, as a response to his words.

"Okay, you all sit down." Emperor Yu looked back at Song Qinghuan and the others.

Several people sat down as promised, except Song Qingyi.

"Is there anything else going on in Pingyang?" Emperor Yu frowned slightly, and asked in confusion.

Song Qingyi lowered her head slightly, her face showing a bit of charm, "My son... I specially prepared a gift for my father's birthday banquet today."

"Oh?" Emperor Yu frowned, showing a little joy, "What is it?"

"My son specially rehearsed a sword dance to cheer up the royal father's birthday banquet." Song Qingyi's voice was clear, and there was a bit of color in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Really?" Emperor Yu became more interested and leaned forward, "I didn't know that Pingyang can also dance with swords?"

The queen answered with a smile, "Pingyang, child, in order to be able to entertain the emperor's birthday banquet today, he has been practicing hard in the palace these days."

Emperor Yu raised his brows, and his eyes were full of smiles, "Pingyang really has a heart. Since that's the case, I'll just wait to appreciate it."

Song Qingyi saluted with a smile, and motioned to the maid behind her.

The palace lady understood, saluted and retreated.

Soon, a servant brought in two big drums and placed them in a corner of the hall.Another court lady stepped forward and offered Song Qingyi a pair of daggers.

Song Qingyi took the sword, put it behind her back, bowed to everyone, and then gave the musician standing by the drum a wink.The musician nodded and raised his hand, and there was a passionate drum sound in the hall.

I saw Song Qingyi's toes pointing, her wrist twirling rapidly, and the dagger in her hand flashed like lightning, like a silver snake spitting out a letter, and a swimming dragon shuttles back and forth.The drumbeat became more and more rapid, and the sword shadow was like lightning.

For a moment, the red clothes in the hall were flying, and silver-white light flashed.

Song Qinghuan's face was calm, her eyes were correct as she watched Song Qingyi's changing figure in the hall, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

She had seen this dance in her previous life.

At that time, she had never practiced martial arts, and she secretly marveled at Song Qingyi's moves and movements.It's just that now, it seems that they are nothing more than useless flower racks.Although its moves are beautiful, they are also complicated. If you really want to defend against the enemy, you may not be able to use a few moves, and they are only suitable for viewing.

Real kung fu is better than killing with one move.

The drumbeats gradually died down, and Song Qingyi's movements also slowed down.There was only a long drum sound of "Boom", Song Qingyi withdrew his sword move, and stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his face was flushed after intense exercise, and his breath was a little unsteady.

"Father." She cupped her fists and saluted to Emperor Yu, although she was slightly out of breath, she seemed a bit heroic.

"Okay." Emperor Yu clapped his hands and praised, "Pingyang is really a woman who doesn't give way to a man."

The empress, who was sullen because of the prince's unbearable performance, finally frowned and smiled, "To be praised by the emperor, it is not in vain for Pingyang to train hard these days."

"Very good! Very good!" It seemed that Emperor Yu was in a really good mood, and turned to look at Zhong Huai who was behind him, "Zhong Huai, reward the Pingyang Yu Ruyi pair."

Zhong Huai agreed, and ordered people to go down and prepare in a low voice.

Song Qingyi raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkled, and her face became even more colorful. She saluted and thanked Emperor Yu, and returned the dagger to the maid in charge before returning to her seat.

The moment she sat down, she seemed to glance at Shen Chuhan who was opposite her, and a blush rose on her cheeks.

Shen Chuhan just lowered his head and played with the wine cup in his hand, with a cold expression.

Song Qingyi's long eyelashes fell, and there was a hint of disappointment between her brows.

"Are you all satisfied?" Emperor Yu was in a good mood, looked at the mission and said with a smile.

"Naturally." Everyone echoed and praised Song Qingyi a few more words.

"The next song and dance is equally exciting, everyone slowly..." Before he finished speaking, a sharp female voice interrupted his words, "Father!"

According to the reputation, it was Song Qingyu who stood up from the table suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Emperor Yu's smile faded away, and his expression darkened.

Song Qingyu took a short breath before stammering, "I... I have also prepared some talents to celebrate my father's birthday." As she spoke, she looked at the expression on Emperor Yu's face.

She had discussed it with the second sister Huang before, and they had prepared their talents to show off at the father's birthday banquet, but they didn't know that they would meet Song Qinghuan.Song Qinghuan was unprepared and had no talent to show, so he would definitely be extremely embarrassed.

Father didn't like Song Qinghuan very much at all, so he would definitely be dissatisfied with him, and then the queen and concubine mother would add fuel to the flames, and it must be Song Qinghuan who was chosen by relatives.

It's just that she didn't expect... Second Sister Huang's performance was so wonderful, she suddenly felt that her talent seemed to be a bit out of reach.When he was struggling, he accidentally knocked over a few wine cups, and finally cleaned them up. Then he heard that his father was going to pass on the singer and singer to the palace again. He was in a hurry, so he stood up in a panic.

"Sure." Emperor Yu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't want to say more.

Song Qingyu bit his lip, turned his head and gave instructions to the maid behind him, and walked hesitantly into the hall.

Soon, a servant carried a long table into the hall and put it down in front of Song Qingyu. There were seven large water cups and a long wooden stick on the long table.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Song Qinghuan's eyes.

Play music with cups.

Speaking of which, Song Qingyu learned this method from her.

(End of this chapter)