C4 Straight as a Wandering Dragon

At this time, it was Feng Ningyan's turn to dance.

She calmly walked forward and cupped her hands towards Feng Wei and the three princes who were in the middle of the march and greeted them: "Reporting to the three princes and generals, this subject does not know how to sing and dance, and does not dare to be rash."

Hua Ruoyu and Aunt Du were overjoyed as they did not expect Feng Ningyan to give up on his own accord.

Who would believe that such a demeaning woman was the daughter of a general?

At this time, the three princes had a bad impression of Feng Ningyan.

Feng Ningyan was dressed in military attire, his actions somewhat heroic. King Cheng was the first to assume that she was not Feng Wei's daughter.

However, when Shen Lingjue heard these words, he did not know why, but he was moved. He could not help but look over.

He saw the girl sitting below him. She was wearing a white robe and had silver armor on her body. She was standing tall and straight.

The boots embroidered with simple cloud patterns were small and exquisite, and very cute.

Like a waterfall, her black hair was tightly tied up with a silver hairpin ring. There was not a single strand of hair missing from her temples.

No makeup, no jewelry, valiant, clean.

Good!

Shen Lingjue narrowed her phoenix eyes and secretly praised in her heart.

The Du Family and Hua Ruoyu's eyes did not leave Shen Lingjue, and when they saw him looking at Feng Ningyan, their hearts tightened.

Hua Ruoyu held onto his sleeves, his heart was even more anxious than when he was dancing just now.

Why was her dancing so good, not even able to get a single glance from Shen Lingjue?

Why was Feng Ningyan staring at her like that?

Shen Lingjue swirled the wine cup with his fingertips, looking at Feng Ningyan with interest.

"Miss is a martial artist. Since you don't know much about songs and dances, why don't you perform a sword dance?"

These words caused Feng Wei and Feng Ningyan to look at Shen Lingjue at the same time in shock.

As an official, how could he wield a weapon and brandish his blade in front of a prince?

Feng Ningyan hesitated for a moment, then bowed her head: "This subject does not dare."

"This King shall forgive you."

Shen Lingjue's eyes darkened, he unsheathed his sword and threw it down the stage, but Feng Ningyan rejected him.

Feng Ningyan caught it, feeling it was scalding hot.

Everyone in the general's household broke out in a cold sweat for her, because everyone present was of royal lineage. Blades and swords had no eyes, and even the slightest carelessness would hurt the prince.

Feng Ningyan didn't know what Shen Lingjue's intentions were, but he could no longer refuse.

She carefully gave her thanks, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the white jade fence next to the building. With a light leap, she landed on the fence like a cloud, far away from the main seat of the banquet.

This action caused everyone to be shocked, they said that it was a dance, but it was not jumping off a building. Why did Feng Ningyan suddenly jump onto the fence?

Sixth Prince Shen Yusu quickly shouted, "This sister! "Be careful!"

However, Feng Ningyan suddenly leaped forward, and like an arrow that had left its bow, he rushed towards the tall ancient tree opposite of Shengxiao Pavilion!

The armor reflected the moonlight as if it were giving her a layer of silver.

She unsheathed her sword, and with a dragon's roar, a dark green sword light swept across the horizon, as if splitting the bright moon in half.

"Alright!"

Shen Yusu's heart jumped to her throat in fear, but she was suddenly intimidated by Feng Ningyan's techniques. She was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but cheer out loud.

When the Du Clan and Hua Ruoyu saw Feng Ningyan winning the round in one go, they were so angry that his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The treasure sword in Feng Ningyan's hand was like a swimming dragon, whistling through the air as it flew, the sword force was sometimes sharp and nimble, and sometimes mighty and wonderful to the extreme.

Shen Yusu watched engrossed, only to see that there was a large drum at each corner of the Shengxiao Tower's railing, so he took off the drum and followed Feng Ningyan's rhythm of sword dance, and began to ring the drum.

The battle drums sounded like deafening thunder, resonating with the sword dance on top of the ancient trees.

The sword energy was fast, but the drumbeats were swift and surging. The sword energy meandered while the drumbeats were heavy and shocking. Everyone's heart seemed to be controlled by this rhythm.

When Feng Wei saw this, his blood boiled and he exclaimed.

Shen Lingjue's wine cup stopped by her lips, her clear and cold eyes only contained the reflection of the treasure sword in Feng Ningyan's hand, and the green leaves that covered her entire body.

Good!

He couldn't help but praise it a second time in his heart.