If you don’t want to give it, then don’t give it. Why are you being so mean?
He sat down next to Xiao Rong and asked in confusion, "Then why did you bring the sword out?"
Xiao Rong glanced at the pattern on the hilt, and then said to Qu Yunmie: "Your Majesty will know in a moment."
After that, he took another cup, but only poured a cup of tea for Qu Yunmie. He touched Qu Yunmie's tea with his own wine, and then slowly said: "The king will leave tomorrow. Today I will toast the king with three cups of wine, otherwise I will not have the opportunity to toast in the future."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
You say I don't know how to speak every day, but you're not much better.
Xiao Rong: "This tribute is to thank the king for not killing me. Before coming to Yanmen Pass, I was prepared for the king to kill me. Who would have thought that it would not be necessary."
After saying that, he drank the whole cup without caring how dark Qu Yunmie's face turned.
Then he poured another cup: "The second toast is to the king for his kindness. I usually act a little proud, but in fact I know that it is not my eloquence that persuaded the king, but the king himself is willing to listen to me. I should thank the king, not the king thanking me."
Qu Yunmie was stunned for a moment, watching Xiao Rong finish this cup, and then poured himself a third cup.
"These three tributes are for saving my life, Your Majesty. Your Majesty may not know how important it is for me to be alive. I am probably one of the people in the world who least wants to die. It was Your Majesty who protected me, even when you didn't even know there was such a person as me in this world."
Qu Yunmie looked at him quietly.
He thought Xiao Rong was talking about driving away the Hu people. In this matter, all the people in the Central Plains owed Qu Yunmie a life.
Xiao Rong's face had turned red, and his hand holding the glass was no longer as calm. He stared at the glass of wine for a while, then raised his head and drank it.
Qu Yunmie did not say anything in response to his three toasts. He just shook the cup of tea and drank it up like he was drinking wine. Then he laughed at Xiao Rong: "Look at the way you look, someone who doesn't know would think this is some deadly poison. If you don't like it, why do you drink it?"
Xiao Rong: "Because I am a very vain person. There are some things I would never do if I were sober."
Qu Yunmie: “…” So honest.
Come to think of it, the last time Xiao Rong was drunk he answered every question, but halfway through he changed and started saying some flattering words to coax him. Qu Yunmie didn't know which side of him was really drunk.
After thinking for a while, Qu Yunmie simply asked him: "What did you curse me for in your heart last time?"
Xiao Rong lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He looked at the person who made the sound. With blushing cheeks, he stared at Qu Yunmie, then smiled sweetly: "Do you know that I have a regret in my heart?"
Qu Yunmie was stunned for a moment, "I don't know."
Xiao Rong chuckled, "Of course you don't know, you hamster head."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
Although he didn't know what a hamster was, it could carry a mouse, so he thought it couldn't be a good thing.
Xiao Rong closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath as if enjoying himself, and then slowly said, "I have practiced this dance for a very long time, nearly four months. I am the only one who can really swing the sword, so the dean chose me. I practice every night, but no one except the teacher has ever seen me dance. I have not received the applause I deserve, and this is my regret."
Qu Yunmie was stunned. What martial arts? Xiao Rong also knows martial arts?
At this time, Xiao Rong had already stood up. He picked up the sword and swung it neatly in a way that Qu Yunmie had never seen before. After walking a few steps towards the door, he turned around and hooked his slender index finger at Qu Yunmie: "Come on, I'll dance for you, don't you want to see it?"
Qu Yunmie had already realized that this didn't seem to be the kind of martial arts he had imagined, but he had no time to think about it. He just stood up and followed Xiao Rong out.
The moon was bright tonight and the weather was very sunny. There were no guards in the yard because they had been asked to leave when Xiao Rong came in just now. Xiao Rong put his sword behind his back and looked at the moon above his head which had not changed at all in thousands of years. The moonlight sprinkled down and turned his face white.
It seemed as if even the moonlight favored him more, and when it shone on him alone, it cast a circle of soft light on him. This was the spotlight between heaven and earth, created only for Xiao Rong, and this beautiful scene was only left in Qu Yunmie's mind.
"The name of this dance is 'Pozhen Music'. It was created to punish rebels and boost morale. It was also created to praise heroes and appreciate peace."
After saying that, Xiao Rong turned around and faced Qu Yunmie. He smiled again, then turned the long sword behind him and placed it horizontally in front of his chest. Holding the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other, he gently pulled out the sword and closed his eyes again.
For four months, he listened to the same song. Even if he turned off the speakers, the song would still echo in his mind. He even had auditory hallucinations for a week. Although the hallucinations disappeared now, as long as he was willing to recall it, the song could still accompany him in his body.
Qu Yunmie had seen dancers dance, but he had never seen men dance. He didn't know that someone could combine flexibility and strength so perfectly. Every time he drew his sword, it was unstoppable, and every time he put it away, it was easy. Xiao Rong's clothes fluttered up and down, and after a flip, he even jumped into the air and spun in the air for a circle and a half. Qu Yunmie couldn't hear the accompaniment, but he could feel from Xiao Rong's dance that the battle situation was getting more and more intense, and the number of enemies was increasing, so he kept jumping and jumping until he bent down and spun, integrating himself with the sword. The sword was swung into a huge circle. He harvested the enemy's heads like a windmill, increasing his chances of winning. Finally, amid the beating of the war drums, he suddenly put away his long sword, the formation was broken, and the music ended. ...
Both sides of Xiao Rong's temples were wet with sweat. He was breathing heavily, his eardrums were buzzing, and his heart was pounding. He had indeed practiced this dance for a long, long time, but he had also not practiced it again for a long, long time.
Now he seemed like a beginner. He could feel that his legs and arms were filled with lead. He could also smell a faint taste of blood coming from his throat. And his head. The dizzy feeling when he turned around was not given by the system.
With a bang, he threw the sword that he didn't allow anyone to touch to the ground, then turned his head to look at Qu Yunmie. He strode towards him, even if his steps were unsteady, he would still walk towards him.
Xiao Rong's expression was very cold, not at all as kind as he was before the dance. His eyes were slightly red as he stared at Qu Yunmie's eyes. Qu Yunmie couldn't look away. He lowered his head and also looked at Xiao Rong. He even had a feeling that Xiao Rong hated him.
"Qu Yunmie, I'm here for you."
Looking at his own reflection in Qu Yunmie's eyes, Xiao Rong couldn't tell who he was talking to: "I work so hard for you, I dance for you, you can't let me down, do you understand?"
Qu Yunmie did not say whether he understood it or not.
Silently raising a hand, he pushed aside the strand of hair that ruined Xiao Rong's gorgeous look at the moment, and Qu Yunmie slightly pulled the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'll be back."
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