C17 Sword Dance

Hiss …

The three pairs that Zhu Houzhao had thrown out immediately caused a hubbub of noise in the hall.

The first verse: Smoke Pond Willow. Five characters representing the five elements. It wasn't difficult to match them, but it was rare to find these five characters that were side by side with the five elements. This was a bit more difficult.

Cai Jing, Li Linfu and the others looked at each other and shook their heads. It was obvious that they did not know what was going on. At the same time, their eyes were filled with doubt.

As for Piercing Intestine, his forehead was covered in sweat. He naturally easily understood the first half of the five words, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not think of the second half.

The second pair: Lonely Cold Windows empty widows. They were all covered by precious words, and were created by the most talented girl in the entire history of Jiangnan. After breaking through the mortal world, they entered the void and wrote the first half of the couplet, and it was even said that if someone matched it, then that person would be betrothed to that person, and in the end, no one would be able to match it.

At this moment, his face was flushed red, and there was a wave of pressure within his heart, as if he was about to be released at any moment.

When she thought of the third verse, which was about to be written by the Lotus Blossom Monk, her chest expanded even more. Not only did she spit out blood, she was even spitting out blood.

"Trash!" Zhu Zhang cursed silently.

"How is Uncle Huang?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Zhu Zhang and asked.

"Your Majesty is the greatest genius!" Zhu Zhang's face was ashen as he gnashed his teeth in anger.

The other royal uncles on the other hand, narrowed their eyes and looked at Zhu Houzhao, wanting to get to know him again.

"In that case, I shall not be polite." After saying that to Zhu Zhang, Zhu Houzhao turned around and ordered.

"Let's see if Piercing Intestine is dead. If it isn't, drag it out and chop it." After Zhu Houzhao finished, he smiled at Zhu Zhang and Zhu Zhang almost vomited blood.

"Your Majesty, his opponent had already died from spitting out blood." At this time, the guard excitedly said.

"Ding! Congratulations to host on your death! Congratulations to third rate Intestine Piercing for 100 points." At this moment, the system sounded out.

"A bit less, but it's better than nothing." Zhu Houzhao thought to himself, the points in his hand had already reached 11,100.

"Drag him out!" Zhu Houzhao said with a smile. He had won a hundred points, which had ruined his prestige. He was quite happy about it.

"Your Majesty is a great genius, it is the fortune of a nation. Long live the Emperor, long live and long live the Emperor." At this time, he suddenly heard someone in the hall loudly complimenting him.

Zhu Houzhao looked like He Heshen, and was amused. This guy was just like in history, he was good at flattering.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" With He Heshen leading the conversation, the other ministers naturally followed, and the entire hall immediately burst into an uproar.

"Continue!" Although Zhu Houzhao knew that this was the flattery of a group of officials, he was still in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, I truly admire you." After eating for a while longer, Zhu Zheng said in a flattering tone.

"Uncle Huang is too polite." Zhu Houzhao replied casually.

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's attitude, the nine royal uncles looked unhappy. After exchanging a look, Zhu Zheng spoke again.

"Our uncles have experienced His Majesty's talent. I wonder if Your Majesty is only fond of formations?"

"Of course I like it. A martial artist can establish his country with his great strength. This martial artist cannot be lost." Zhu Houzhao pondered for a moment. He didn't know what Zhu Zheng's intentions were, but he decided to speak the truth.

"I have a warrior under my command, and his sword dance is very good. How about ordering him to come up and dance for His Majesty and the other ministers?" Zhu Zheng suggested.

"Alright, that's what I want." Zhu Houzhao said with a smile. At this moment, he understood that Zhu Zheng was trying to intimidate and intimidate him, but it was impossible to assassinate him. If they tried to assassinate Zhu Zhenguo, Zhu Zhengjiu would not be able to escape.

"Let Meng Yi in." Zhu Zheng received the approval of Zhu Houzhao and then said to Sande who was beside him.

But Sander did not move, nor did he look at Zhu Zheng. This made Zhu Zheng feel embarrassed.

"Daring slave, didn't you hear This King's order?" Zhu Zheng furrowed his brows and said in a cold voice, simultaneously releasing his own pressure.

San De Zi felt the pressure, and his body slowly bent down. His face started to sweat, but he didn't open his mouth to beg for mercy.

At this time, Zhu Zheng's pressure was not only on San Dezi, but also on Zhu Houtian realm middle stage. Zhu Houtian realm master, Zhu Houtian realm master, felt the pressure and immediately activated his martial arts to block it.

"Why would the Duke of Qin make things difficult for a servant? We'll go get someone for the prince." Zhu Houzhao glanced at Xiao Jing on the other side. Xiao Jing understood what he meant, and with a shake of his arm, he forcefully stopped Zhu Zheng's oppressive aura. Zhu Zhuo's face was flushed red, and he was obviously injured.

After hearing Xiao Jing's words, Zhu Zheng withdrew his aura.

Not long after, Xiao Jing brought in a military general from outside the main hall. This person wore black armor, held a long sword in his hand, was short, had a big nose, and some lopsided legs.

Name: Meng Yi

"Strength: Peak of the first-rate"

Loyalty Level: 0

When the military general walked in, a system announcement sounded in Zhu Houzhao's mind.

Seeing this person's appearance, Zhu Houzhao thought that this "Big Bro" had transmigrated.

"Meng Yi greets your Imperial Majesty." While Zhu Houzhao was sizing him up, Meng Yi knelt on one knee like Hong Zhong, bowing neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"He really is a tiger general!" Zhu Houzhao praised.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty!" Meng Yi said again.

"Reporting, Xue Qianhu requests an audience!" At this time, a young eunuch called out from outside the door.

"Let him in." Zhu Hou ordered.

"Your Majesty, aside from Yan Ruyu, all of the Yan Song Clansmen are to be executed. Every single one of their property is to be taken care of by the Ministry of Revenue." Xue Rengui came in and bowed before reporting.

"Thank you, Xue Qianhu!" Zhu Houzhao nodded and said.

Xue Rengui thanked her and took an empty seat under the arrangements of a young eunuch.

"General Meng, let's begin." At this time, Zhu Houzhao said to Meng Yi, who was standing not too far away from him.

"Buzz!" Meng Yi cupped his fist and bowed. Then, he brandished his long sword, letting out a buzzing sound.

Ta ta …

Grasping his sword, Meng Yi ran towards Zhu Houzhao. To the shock of all the ministers, he stopped and turned around, sweeping away everything in his path. Then, his sword danced in the air, moving as fast as lightning. His movements were fluid, but the tip of his sword was right in front of Zhu Houzhao.

The officials were extremely nervous. They were worried that Meng Yi would harm Zhu Houzhao, but Zhu Houzhao's expression did not change and he continued to clap and cheer from time to time.

"One person's sword dance isn't good enough. General Meng, I'm here to accompany you."

At this time, a loud and clear sound came from within the hall, shaking the eardrums of those with low strength.