This is also the origin of her name.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
They really didn't expect that there were such wonderful dance steps in this world.
As her body twists, it is like a swallow dancing gracefully and softly, and her singing is clear and moving.
The dance is over.
No one has reacted yet.
Still immersed in the beautiful dance steps just now.
A moment later.
Life is bustling again.
"Is that all?"
“I haven’t seen enough!”
"This kind of dance is rarely seen in the world, rarely seen in the world!"
"Miss Zhao, can you dance again? Just once?"
"Miss Zhao's feet are truly one of a kind. I'm afraid only those feet can perform such a graceful dance. If I could smell them in my lifetime, it would be worth dying for."
"Miss Zhao, can you dance one more time?"
“…”
After hearing everyone's voices, Zhao Feiyan wanted to respond, but a voice suddenly rang out from the second floor, disrupting her thoughts, "Technical work, reward!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone, including her, looked up.
And the person who said that was Ying Yuan.
He laughed heartily and said, "The dance in the palm has ended, and the music of the flute has ceased. The autumn night in the Thirty-Six Palaces is long. Today, I am in a good mood and I should reward Miss Zhao."
Hear the sound.
Many people started to sneer:
"How much money do I have as a commoner? What can I use to reward Miss Zhao?"
"Exactly. Judging from the clothes he's wearing, he doesn't come from a wealthy family."
"You'd better stop embarrassing yourself. Miss Zhao doesn't need your money!"
“…”
Before leaving the palace, Ying Yuan specifically asked Zhao Gao to prepare two sets of plain clothes.
This plainclothes officer couldn't be more ordinary.
He did this initially because he didn't want others to know his identity.
Otherwise, my plan to stroll around Xianyang City would be in vain.
Now, he is being ridiculed by others because of the clothes he is wearing.
I really don’t know what to say.
Zhao Gao was about to get angry.
However, at this moment, Zhao Feiyan looked at Ying Yuan with her tender eyes and slowly said:
"The dance in my palm ends, the flute music ceases, the autumn night in the thirty-six palaces grows long... Sir, this is a good sentence, but if it gets out after today, I'm afraid Feiyan will be beheaded."
For some reason, she admired Ying Yuan a little.
Perhaps half of the reason is because of that line of poetry.
But more importantly, when she looked at Ying Yuan, she found that the other's eyes were very pure, with only appreciation for her, and no blasphemy against her.
Based on this point alone, she believed that the other party was a hundred times stronger than the man in Zuixianju.
After all, Ying Yuan is the emperor, and he is surrounded by the true dragon aura, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect.
With this kind of energy in her body, her temperament is certainly incomparable to any other man present.
Even the ministers in the court find it difficult to compare with him.
This is a temperament that is difficult to describe.
He possesses the aura of a supreme king and the transcendence of a saint.
It can be figuratively understood as the aura of the Holy King.
"It's okay. From now on, that sentence belongs to the girl. No one will dare to trouble you."
Ying Yuan responded with a smile.
As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone sighed again.
He really has such a big tone.
That poem is a good poem.
However, this is tantamount to harming Miss Zhao, and the person responsible is despicable!
The first half of the sentence is easy to understand.
This second half of the sentence...
As everyone knows, the entire Qin Palace has thirty-six palaces.
Miss Zhao is not your Majesty's woman, so how can she use a sentence like "The autumn nights are long in the thirty-six palaces"?
If the people in the palace knew about this, the consequences would be unimaginable!
And the man standing on the second floor actually dared to swear that no one dared to cause trouble for Miss Zhao?
I'm afraid he just made it up for the sake of momentary face!
For a moment, everyone glared at Ying Yuan, and some even mocked him.
Is it a joke that Ying Yuan overestimates his own abilities and thinks he can look down on everyone just because he has some literary talent?
This is Xianyang!
Ying Yuan ignored them.
Neither did Zhao Feiyan.
She chose to believe Ying Yuan.
At the same time, I also remembered that poem firmly in my heart.
She will never forget it in her life.
Only the person who wrote this poem truly understands me!
Right at this moment.
Ying Yuan suddenly realized something.
If one reveals one's identity in public, would that also be considered an act of foolishness?
After all, when the country was in crisis, he, the emperor, still went to visit a brothel.
If this happens, my reputation will definitely be ruined.
Coupled with the actions of the East Factory...
I am afraid that in the near future, everyone will call me a tyrant!
That’s great.
While he was lost in thought.
In the private room opposite.
Nie Yinniang frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "I never thought this tyrant emperor actually had some talent. Doesn't everyone say he's unlearned? How could he utter such beautiful verses?"
Hearing this, Jing Ke sneered in response, "Talent? Even if you really have talent, so what? If you don't use it on the right path and are still so obsessed with beauty, how can you be a qualified king?"
Without him, the Qin Empire wouldn't have suffered such a disastrous defeat! Everyone, act now!
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