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The gentle look in his eyes was like a wooden lotus, and the ice-cold white petals were like snow falling from the sky. The tender yellow stamen was like the burning hot look in the eyes of her brother, which made her feel very strange and scared. Following Dongfang Zichao's gaze, she discovered that the person her brother was looking at was Yun Weiyang, who was standing on the stage.

But these were not things that she cared about. Why, why, why was everyone around her the same, big brother was like this, Feng Xue Han was the same, and the three princes that Yun Weiyang had greeted earlier were even more so. What was so good about Yun Weiyang that everyone's attention was on her, what exactly was the reason!

As the lady in red descended into her resentment, she slowly took out a flawless white flute from her sleeve. With a flick of her porcelain fingers, she bowed towards the five emperors on the stage and started to play with it.

High mountains and flowing water poured down, and a myriad of trees met spring's brilliance.

The sound of the flute meandered out like flowing water, like the spring wind. Wherever it went, it seemed to be in the middle of spring. The flowing water tinkled, the butterflies flew, and the cool breeze blew.

The girl in red from Chenguo was truly extraordinary.

As the spring breeze caressed his face, all things seemed to fall into a deep slumber like the sound of such beautiful music. It was quiet and serene, as if they had fallen into a deep slumber.

Sleep? Opposite of him, Yun Weiyang's eyes suddenly went cold, and she opened her eyes.

This flute music carried such a strong power that it could enchant a person's heart. The sound was extremely enchanting and it was the pinnacle of magic. In other words, it was a hypnosis that she was very familiar with, a hypnosis that she was once the best at.

To hypnotize others with the sound of a flute, this woman in red had such a heart.

Yun Weiyang swept a glance across everyone present, and other than a few who did not get infected by the sound of the flute, everyone else closed their eyes, comfortably listening, some even nodded their heads, and the five emperors on stage were all smiling as they closed their eyes and listened, as if they had fallen into this moving melody.

Aside from a few other people, not a single person within the great hall was clear-headed.

Seeing this, Yun Weiyang pushed with both of her hands. 'Clang clang clang clang clang', this was the unpleasant start, and was gradually getting back on track. Yun Weiyang's skill with the zither was first class.

Unlike the clear and loud sound of a flute, the sound of the zither was entangled with an extremely elegant and graceful manner.

It was like the Wind Moon Restaurant on the banks of the Qinhuai River, welcoming people to send their love words to her. Her graceful figure and graceful figure, with a smile filled with all sorts of amorous feelings could be heard.

However, it was this awkwardness that caused the flute's sound to tremble slightly and almost slip away.

The woman in red did not turn back to look at Yun Weiyang, but her eyes that were filled with flirtatiousness slightly moved, and the rhythm of her hands changed. The sound of the flute suddenly rose up high, like an eagle soaring into the sky.

The sound of the flute was clear and beautiful, and the sound of the zither was graceful. In an instant, it was as if two green dragons were soaring through the air.

Suddenly, the great hall was no longer elegant and refined. Instead, it was filled with clouds and a curtain of clouds that seemed capable of swallowing thousands of people.

Due to Yun Weiyang's persuasive power, the officials below were all beaming with joy, their old faces were flushed with excitement. When they thought about Zhao Chi-pei's ridiculous farce earlier, the scene before them could be said to be the true essence of the law.

Gradually, it was unknown who started it first, or if it was the same person who started it, but the sound seeped into his internal energy.

The higher the flute, the darker the music.

A trace of killing intent followed the sound and seeped out.

The woman in red who had been standing all this time didn't have a single breath of wind in the great hall. However, her red dress fluttered in the air as she flew up into the air.

Yun Weiyang, who was sitting behind the lady in red, narrowed her eyes, a dark aura spiralling around her, her sleeves fluttering even though there was no wind.

The two of them compared their inner strength.

The sound of the flute was filled with killing intent. Beneath the mountains and rivers, there were layers and layers of killing intent. The moment the countless swords appeared, they would be struck by a thunderbolt.

However, Yun Weiyang changed from her previous melodious tone to a vigorous and overbearing melody. That was a grand and passionate melody. On the vast prairie, a magnificent army of thousands of men and horses charged forth.

Two similarly arrogant yet hot and cold sounds of music were like an invisible sword that faced off against each other in midair, fighting to the death.

Silence.

The faces of the court officials below were all either pale or blood-red, as if they were drunk. They were shaking uncontrollably, as if they were drunk.

Especially with the left and right phases, his body was shaking like a sieve.

The Southern Dynasty generals were much better off. They gritted their teeth and closed their eyes, silently fighting with their Qi.

In this all-out battle, the voice that was infused with all the inner strength was like a sharp sword that could not be underestimated.

The wine cups and plates on the feast continued to emit crackling sounds.

The Vice Hall Master and Vice Hall Master from Tian Chen Palace had also quietened down. It was as if they could feel the storm brewing in the main hall. It was completely empty, without even the slightest liveliness.

Crack, crack, crack. The jade bowl and jade dish couldn't withstand such pressure and began to shatter. Wine dripped all over the ground, and the dishes were completely messed up by the pressure.

The sound of the flute, the sound of the zither, it became increasingly sharp, as if it could pierce through the roof and rush straight into the clouds.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Yun Weiyang glanced at the people on stage, all of their faces had turned pale white, but they were still holding on. Gritting their teeth, Yun Weiyang forcefully suppressed the irritation in her heart, and with a turn of her hand, a note filled with killing intent rang out, as if it was a bloodthirsty Asura from hell.

The zither music was neither sharp nor harsh. There was no hidden killing intent beneath the lofty mountains and flowing water. There was only the aura of death.

This was the absolute aura of death when Buddha blocked his path.

Dong Fang Zhirong who was seated not too far away had a surprised look on his face. Yun Weiyang was emitting a strong killing intent that was affecting him. How, how was this possible?

It was in this split-second that the zither music mixed with a chilling aura was summoned to the east.

"Pu!" A sweet and fishy smell came out from his chest. Dong Fang Zhirong's face turned blood-red for a moment, and he forcefully swallowed the sweet and sour taste in his throat. Then, he looked at Yun Weiyang with a meaningful gaze.

Since Dongfang Zi had already withdrawn her inner strength, the woman on the stage couldn't avoid it. She staggered and fell to the ground, blood spurting out from her mouth at the same time.

She did not have any internal energy, and the only reason she could persevere was because Feng Xue Han was helping her from the shadows. Yun Weiyang took a deep breath, and blew out a mouthful of foul air from her chest, then stood up from the chair.

The lady in red gritted her teeth, and looked at Yun Weiyang with unwillingness, and said coldly: "I concede!"

The people in the Audience Hall that had recovered their breath all wiped the sweat off their foreheads, and they were all out of breath.

"I won't reveal my true intentions. Little Wang is impressed!" Silence filled the air as Dongfang Zi slowly opened his mouth, his eyes locked onto Yun Weiyang.

"It's just a small trick." Yun Weiyang replied casually.

Hearing this, a glint appeared in Dongfang Zichao's eyes. He looked at Yun Weiyang deeply, nodded his head, and said coldly: "It is indeed just an insignificant skill."

In the main hall, other than Feng Xue Han, no one else could understand the conversation between Yun Weiyang and Dongfang Zichao. They couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, as they had never heard of other people's humble skills.

How could they have known that Yun Weiyang's humble words were actually referring to Dongfang Zi's trump card. Dongfang Zi let out a sound of acknowledgement, and accepted it.

Looking at the red-clothed girl who had fallen to the ground, Dai Ying silently cursed. She then looked at the people on the field, their gazes were all gathered on Yun Weiyang, covering and holding tightly to the sleeves of their hands. This time, Yun Weiyang's name would probably spread far and wide, and after all, she was someone who had made a grand display at the five nations offering, making it hard for people to not remember it.

The grey-clothed Sima Shaohui, who had met Yun Weiyang for a long time, had a faint smile on his face. He leaned his body lazily against the back of the chair, extended his long fingers, like a jade hairpin, and picked up the wine glass in front of him. After a long while, he mumbled to himself with a smile that was not a smile, "He's really not a normal person!"

If anyone was interested, they would realize that the wine cup on his table hadn't spilled any wine. This showed how deeply this person had hidden himself.

He wore a blue robe with a white background and a blue belt around his waist, revealing his sturdy yet not bulky waist. His chest was slightly opened to reveal his tough but firm muscles, and his collar and cuffs were embroidered with complex and intricate patterns from a white water lotus. His eyebrows that flew into his temples gave his jade-like face a severe expression, and his face was like a peach petal.

Xuan Jinyu was sitting in a corner of the main hall. She was holding a folding fan with a picture of the scenery lotus in her hand. As she moved, her index finger was supporting her lower jaw as she attentively watched everything that was happening on the stage.

The main hall was in a mess and there was no way to proceed any further.

Huangfu Yuanyu waved his hand and said, "Let's finish today. We will continue tomorrow."

With that, the other emperors from the four kingdoms also stood up and walked towards the palace.

Without waiting for Yun Weiyang to make a move, Feng Xue Han stood up and walked towards Yun Weiyang. He extended his hand and pulled her back into his embrace, and then a warm breath slowly flowed into Yun Weiyang's body.

"Are you okay?" Feng Xue Han asked worriedly, holding Yun Weiyang's waist tighter, he did not like Yun Weiyang's killing intent, so he did not like it.

Shaking his head, Yun Weiyang felt that her body was warm, and her discomfort after the match gradually subsided. Leaning her body into Feng Xue Han's embrace, Yun Weiyang's indifferent face was like a lazy cat, emitting a charming aura.