The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

What time is it and you still want to dance?Isn't this a joke?

Not to mention that the city gate is wide open, and people are still required to dance, that’s all. They also moved tables, chairs and benches, and put tea, melons and fruits. Is this to resist the Western Turkic army?

Watching the theater is not so leisurely, is it?

Wu Jiangxian and Murong Yue were extremely suspicious of whether Li Kuan was thinking of inviting the Western Turks into the city, which meant that there were no casualties.

Ziluan and Qingxuan were silent, they couldn't figure out what Li Kuan was thinking, but they were willing to believe Li Kuan.

Feeling the reluctance and anger in Da Wu Jiangxian, Li Kuan still smiled calmly.

"Come on, dance a song for the prince, and let me see which one is better between you and Mrs. Gongsun."

"Just above this city, jump to show the soldiers of Western Turks."

Wu Jiangxian looked at Li Kuan in confusion. Li Kuan wanted her to be on top of the city, and Xi Turk's eyes jumped to a certain area. She couldn't see through what Li Kuan was thinking.

If Li Kuan is said to be crazy and stupid, he is smarter than anyone else, not to mention cruel and ruthless, and he uses soldiers like a god.

Say that Li Kuan is not crazy, but everything he does is something only a lunatic can do.

Although reluctant, under Li Kuan's cold and merciless eyes, Wu Jiangxian finally gave in.

Holding the white silk as a weapon, he stood on the high platform set up by Li Kuan.

Staring coldly at the yellow sand in the distance, and the looming black shadow in the yellow sand, Wu Jiangxian frowned deeply as she felt the thick and ocean-like evil spirit in the yellow sand.

She was wondering if Li Kuan would use the immortal soldiers this time.

After Wu Jiangxian was in place, the singer Fang Xuanling found who was good at musical instruments began to play.

Ziluan, Qingxuan and Murong Yue retreated one after another.

The hands of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty hiding in the dark were covered in cold sweat holding weapons, and they were already ready to fight desperately.

Cheng Yaojin was also heartbroken, with [-] against [-], even if the army god Li Jing came, he might not be able to win.

"The gate of the city is wide open, and the other party seems to be in a land of no one. Do you think His Royal Highness has gone crazy again this time?"

"Keep your voice down, His Highness the Crown Prince's thoughts are not something you and I can fathom. Maybe there will be immortal soldiers to help in a while."

"Then close the city gate, won't the immortal soldiers come?"

The soldiers whispered to each other.

Opening the city gates was something they had never heard of before, and it really frightened them.

On the city floor.

Wu Jiangxian dances slowly, with white skin, beautiful appearance, hair fluttering in the wind, graceful and enchanting figure, with all kinds of charms in every frown and smile.

In the past, Li Kuan didn't understand, he didn't want to be a good emperor, what kind of wine pool and meat forest, and what kind of beauty was coveted, now he understands.

Li Kuan didn't panic, picked up the jug and poured it directly into his mouth, admiring Wu Jiangxian's dancing posture, occasionally shouting "Okay!"

Wu Jiangxian, who was in a panic at first, felt much more at ease when she heard the voice for no reason.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of horseshoes came from afar, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Li Kuan waved his hand.

The qin and zither are played together, crisp and melodious, and the lingering sound is endless.

The dance is melodious and tactful, as if it is interpreting the heartbroken story of parting sorrow.

In this place full of yellow sand, Wu Jiangxian's dance added a bit of tranquility, Li Kuan shook his head following the dance, and occasionally drank a pot of wine, his cheeks flushed after a while.

Seeing Li Kuan's appearance, the hiding soldiers immediately turned pale, but dared not speak out.

The [-] Western Turkic army has already approached the city, not far away.

Chapter 64 Are you satisfied with such a small gift?

Diezhou City is one kilometer away.

The dense and dull sound of horseshoes trampled on the loess land like summer rain, setting off a wind and sand all over the sky.

Thousands of Western Turks pulled the reins and let the horses gallop forward.

Diezhou City is ahead, which is their goal. Taking Diezhou City is not far from taking Datang.

The billowing wind and sand is like an indomitable giant dragon. Among the giant dragons, the leader of the dragon, Pearl Leaf Protector, wears light leather armor, with bloodthirsty rays of light in his fierce eyes like tigers and leopards.

Close to Diezhou City, looking far away, one person dances on the city tower, dancing gracefully, like a butterfly tumbling among flowers, which is eye-catching.

Under the sound of the zither, this dance can be overwhelming.

Zhenzhu Yehu stared away, stunned.

On the low wall of Diezhou City, there is a huge hole, which used to be the city gate, but now the gate is missing, and there is no one in the city. The whole Diezhou City is as quiet as a ghost town. This is the case, the more it feels weird hidden inside.

Upstairs on the city wall, apart from one person dancing, there was another person wearing a gorgeous costume, with a wooden sword on his waist, drinking heavily with a red face.

Running and fighting all the year round, Zhenzhu Yehu has experienced hundreds of battles, but seeing such a strange scene is also a burst of heart.

As the son of Yipidulu Khan, Zhenzhu Yehu urgently needs a battle to prove his ability so that he can inherit the position of Yipidulu in the future.

"stop!"