(I was a little rushed yesterday, so I wrote the previous chapter a little simpler. I revised it last night and it should be better.)

Gu Nan walked down from the high platform, looked back with no desire, and there was a silence under the pavilion.

I'm dying of laughter...

I feel ashamed to see someone, so I am a general in the army.

She didn't dare to think about what the people below would think. She probably would have become a joke for the whole city tomorrow.

hehe.

She had the urge to find a wall to kill her, so she simply endured it.

Walking down the steps with weak steps, Gu Nan only felt a little tired, even more tired than fighting a battle, which was a feeling of exhaustion.

When I walked back to Ying Zheng, I saw Ying Zheng staring at him blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps because he was angry, Gu Nan did not salute, and stretched out a finger and flicked Ying Zheng's forehead.

"I'm so embarrassed this time, I'm satisfied now."

With a light sound, Ying Zheng was bounced back to his senses by Gu Nan's bounce. Looking at the person who was close to him, his face turned red: "Full, satisfied."

He gave him a blank look and saw Ying Zheng suddenly realize again.

Gu Nan turned around and walked away, pulled his cuffs, ready to change the clothes on his body.

Ying Zheng, who was sitting alone in front of the table, touched his forehead with a bounced red.

But he grinned and chuckled.

It has been a long time since Mr. Gu has bounced his forehead like this.

The ministers in the hall slowly woke up from the dance and exhaled a breath of turbid air in their chests.

I looked at the open space platform that had already left the building.

"Haha, it's so great to see such a fairy dance music tonight. I thank the King of Qin for the dance."

Everyone then reacted and bowed to the upstairs: "Thank you for the King of Qin to give you a dance."

"Hmph." Ying Zheng heard the voice outside and snorted coldly, what does it mean to give you? Even I asked for it.

He regretted it a little, and he should have asked Mr. Gu to only jump and show him.

When Gu Nan came back, his white dress had been replaced, and he changed into the devastated white armor and the fierce beast face.

Ying Zheng looked at Gu Nan who had changed into armor again, and remembered her graceful appearance before, with a bit of regret and annoyance in her eyes.

I was just staring blankly, but I didn't have time to see it clearly.

I want to watch it again.

However, looking at Gu Nan's appearance, it was obvious that his anger had not subsided, and Ying Zheng did not dare to mention it.

Gu Nan looked at Ying Zheng's appearance and the depression in his heart also turned into helplessness. After all, he was watching the growing up student, so he just thought it was just to let him make a fool of himself.

He sighed and shook his head.

"The King." He bent slightly, holding the box in the dress: "This is the clothes just now."

Ying Zheng was stunned: "Didn't I say I've given you a gift to you?"

Gu Nan put the box on the table and said weakly: "Your Majesty, you know that I am a general and I can't use such clothes."

"That's also for Mr. Yu."

Gu Nan wanted to say something, but Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

Said seriously.

"Mr. I have been leading the army outside for many years and fought for my Daqin, but I have no fame or gifts. Daqin owes a lot to me. The meager ritual is for my gratitude to you. Please do not refuse."

Gu Nan looked at the box silently, and finally took it away helplessly.

Ying Zheng smiled and turned his head to Xianyang outside the building: "And, Mr. Gu, you looked very beautiful just now."

Bang.

A finger bounced on Ying Zheng's head again.

"Sir, why did you hit me?"

"Disrespecting teachers."

"Hahaha, sir, it's time to hit."

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The next day, the palace wall was heard from the palace wall. I don’t know who said that the dance was full of words. The charm of the dance was circulating in Xianyang City. The scholar regretted the charm of the charm without seeing the charm and wrote poems to mourn himself. Some people also said that it was a boastful talk that he had seen.

But no one can tell who was the one who danced that dance.

I only know that it is a very handsome woman I have never seen in the palace.

Some people say that it was the princess of Qin, but the prince of Qin was crowned just now and had not heard of any princess' words.

This makes people even more different opinions, saying that they are dancers who are good at dancing in the palace, saying that they are sisters of the King of Qin, and some even saying that they are a dance given by God to wish Qin a fortune.

The most ridiculous thing is that some people actually said it was the leader of the trap, saying that he had the honor to have seen the leader of the trap take off his armor and look like that woman.

Of course, what caused everyone to laugh, and no one knows what kind of murderer would be like when they were in a state of conspiracy.

I had seen the returner of the army pointing to the east gate of Xianyang City and laughing. At that time, the whole street was filled with fierce aura, which made people dare not look up. Even when they approached, they could feel cold all over and they didn't dare to breathe.

Would that person be a woman?

Who can believe that the dance music that makes the ministers so full of their hearts?

In the palace, the painter put away his pen.

A soft woman was painted on the silk cloth, her sleeves stretched out, standing under the clouds and moons, as if she was dancing.

He put the pen aside, and he looked quietly at the silk cloth and was obsessed with it. This painting should be his best work in his life.

"Have you drawn?" asked a voice, and Ying Zheng sat there.

The painter quickly bowed and bowed: "It's already done when you return to the king."

“Show it.”

"yes."

The silk cloth was handed over and delivered to Ying Zheng, and he took it over and took it in his hand.

Although the painting is good, it lacks a charm after all, but it is still very beautiful.

Ying Zheng looked at the painting and smiled slightly.

At the gate of the city, a young man in a white coarse cloth shirt stood there.

He is only about twenty years old, with long black hair tied to his head and a bronze sword in his arms.

His body was tall and with this sharp aura, the young man who should have looked quite ordinary looked like a sword standing there with a sheathed sword.

He looked at the streets of Xianyang City with a faint look on his face, and some nostalgia seemed to appear in his eyes.

He should be a young swordsman, but what's strange is that he has a short wooden sword on his waist.

The wooden sword is a bit clumsy, and I can only barely say that it is a sword.

It is indescribable to a sword with such a sword on its own.

There was a little bustling on the street, but the swordsman was a little quiet, and the sound seemed to be stopped by something, and it was already very small when it reached him.

He opened his mouth, as if he was talking to himself: "Xianyang City."

A child ran past the young man.

But the young man reached out to his shoulder.

The child turned around and saw the figure blocking him, and was so scared that he took a step back: "Is there anything you have to do?"

The young man was stunned, and his face moved and pulled out a somewhat reluctant and kind smile.

"Little brother, do you know how to get to Wu'an Jun Mansion in Xianyang City?"
Chapter completed!