"Everyone retreated." The queen looked at the situation and smiled and came to be a friend.

Xuan Chaoxia saluted with Princess Yan, and stood up with support to each other.

Yun Qiansheng was about to come forward to help him, but it was for the sake of Prince Yan’s mansion, right?

"Can."

Two words, a large number of people were staggered.

Yun Qiansheng took his hand back without changing his face and sat back silently.

The person who speaks at this critical moment is either someone else, or His Highness Shu, who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos!

court death?

Yun Qiansheng laughed at him with a sneer.

It's okay to look for trouble!

Suddenly, many scorching gazes came, and Yun Qiansheng smiled a little reluctantly.

If she competed with spiritual power, she might be able to win with some skills. But if she competed with pure martial arts, I'm sorry, she hadn't learned it.

"Your Highness Shu is Dongli's God of War. Competing with me as a weak woman, isn't it good in terms of reputation?" Her water-cut eyes smiled like crescent moons, but her eyes were cold.

Xuan Xiao Shu closed his eyes and looked like he didn't want to pay attention to others.

Yun Qiansheng gritted his teeth, endured it again and again, and forced the breath back.

Emperor Dongli suddenly became excited, and with the emperor's aloof look on his face, he shouted heavily, "Okay!"

He looked heroic, and those who didn't know thought he would go to the battlefield.

"Prince?"

Xuan Rui, who had been silent, suddenly knocked over the teacup.

The book boy was puzzled, so he looked at King Shu and then at Princess Liuyang.

What's wrong with the prince? The Shutong was thinking in his mind while quickly cleaning up the water stains on the table.

Xuan Rui had just left his spirit, and now he was called back by Shutong. He stopped him in a gentle voice, "Don't clean up, go back."

"…Yes.” Shutong respectfully took three major steps.

The happiest person present was Xuan Chaoxia, and the word "happiness" was almost written on his face. His pale face looked like a hint of redness. His eyes flashed a little when he looked at Xuan Xiaoshu.

Just so happens, Yun Qiansheng is the most depressing person.

Not only did she know that she could not use her spiritual power, but she also had to stand up and make the decision for the delicate beauty? At least she had the same master, right?

She smiled dryly, walked out of her position, facing the cold-faced Xuan Xiaoshu, made a "please" gesture.

Unexpectedly, he ignored the past and left her alone on the court and was very embarrassed.

Yun Qiansheng's stiff mouth trembled, raised his eyebrows, took back his smile, and went to choose weapons by himself.

Get a handy weapon and can still block it at critical moments, right?

Her weapons were so hot that Xuan Xiaoshu was already impatient.

"Yun Qiansheng, are you doing well?" He was full of disgust when he heard the tone.

She picked up a whip and tried the elasticity. When she heard what he said, she smiled and said, "Your Highness Shu, you are still the God of War on the battlefield. Don't you know that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools?"

Xuan Xiaoshu glanced at her, her thin lips opened lightly, and her clear and slight voice was like bluestones in the water stream, cold and cold, "I only know that ugly people are causing trouble."

Yun Qiansheng, “…?”

I've messed with you?!

Concubine Zhu pulled the corners of her mouth without laughing, and then scolded him righteously, "Shu'er! What are you saying!"

"Tell the truth." Xuan Xiaoshu snorted coldly, too lazy to look at her.

"Your Highness Shu." Yun Qiansheng's smile at this moment was mixed with many emotions.

Xuan Xiaoshu's eyes were cold.

The next moment, two whips as thick as fingers called out to his face!
Chapter completed!