When it comes to Hu Xuanwu, Guo Nuan carefully recalled the history of middle school that she studied before, and she had some impressions.

"Oh, come to think of it, didn't Concubine Yang charm Tang Xuanzong by dancing the Hu Xuan Dance?"

As he was speaking, Guo Nuan was sitting on the stage. He asked Gui Gong to bring him a cup of good Biluochun, several small plates of dried and fresh fruits, pastries, peanuts, sesame seeds, melon seeds and other snacks, and ate them with his legs crossed.

Some snacks.

"Well, I remember that the wretched and somewhat bald history teacher in high school seemed to have mentioned An Lushan. It is said that he weighed 350 kilograms, had big arms and a round waist, and an abdomen as round as a water tank. He was like a fat pig, but he could dance like a whirlwind

The dance is as light and elegant as a sparrow, and he is also a master in the dance forest."

Guo Nuan picked a peanut, removed the shell, and threw it in the air above his head. He then rolled his tongue out, caught the peanut flipping in the air, and then chewed it in his mouth. The performance in the stands was still going on.

There was no opening, and Guo Nuan seemed very bored by himself, and his thoughts were a little distracted.

"But it's a pity. If I had traveled back a few years earlier, I would have been able to see the real An Lushan. Regardless of rebellion, if we were lucky enough to meet him, I would also like to communicate with Fatty An about matters in the art field."

Guo Nuan sighed a little, humming tuneless tunes using Peking Opera, Henan Opera, and Northern Shaanxi Qin Opera, saying: "Brother Guo is here to play the flute, and Fatty An is dancing the Hu Xuan, ah~"

Guo Nuan didn't sing a few words, but his heavenly voice immediately attracted several pretty ladies at the next table on the right to whisper to each other, and then they laughed softly and pointed at Guo Nuan.

"Uh, what a bunch of tasteless little girls." Guo Nuan muttered, then lost interest and stopped making noise.

However, a tough man in purple clothes at the table next to him on the left also glanced at him lightly. Guo Nuan noticed the middle-aged man surrounded by guards and couldn't help but smile at him as a greeting.

As the two looked at each other and smiled, Guo Nuan vaguely heard the guest next to the man in purple calling him, something like "Yan Si Qing..."

Just when Guo Nuan was lost in thought, suddenly a burst of string drums suddenly started playing behind the stage. The rhythm was strong, fast, sweet, and powerful, and the sound reached his ears.

Then a woman wearing a neon gauze dress appeared on the side of the stage. Accompanied by the melodious sound of drums and harp, she spun rapidly like a wheel. Her body was like flying snow, her hands and sleeves were thrown into the air, and she kept bending into a straight line.

The graceful arc circles look like white dragons dancing in the sky, or waterfalls pouring water, which is really beautiful.

The hundreds of spectators who were originally relatively quiet suddenly burst into commotion and became extremely lively. It was like boiling hot water that suddenly started to boil. Some even stood up and gave high fives.

The woman covered with gauze has a graceful figure. Her slender waist is tightly bound by a white silk belt. She also has long flowing hair as black as ink and an exquisite and concave figure. Although she is separated by a layer of veil,

, is undoubtedly a stunning beauty.

With every wind-like rotation and jump, it seemed like white snowflakes were swaying in the air, like light fluffy grass flying in the wind, spinning left and right without feeling tired, and kept going in circles, which made everyone dazzled.

, the woman still danced calmly and elegantly. Such a shocking dance posture at the beginning immediately attracted bursts of applause from the audience.

"My dear, this woman dances really well!" Guo Nuan was amazed and sighed. However, the woman's face was covered with a layer of gauze, revealing only a pair of smart and clear eyes. Guo Nuan was like most male animals.

, stretched the giraffe's neck, wishing to catch a glimpse of the beauty of the Hu Xuan woman.

Just as everyone was fascinated by the woman's beautiful dance, something unexpected happened.

Without warning, the woman on the stage suddenly jumped into the air, charged up a cold and shining dagger from her palm, and flew towards Guo Nuan's face.

Guo Nuan was so frightened that his face suddenly turned green. He twisted his waist and slid off the stool. He wanted to roll to the ground and dodged the rapidly approaching sharp weapon. At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Guo Nuan's mind.

"Grandma, I'm just here to watch a show. There's no need to make such a grand show to assassinate me."

"Are you going to die again? It's hard to travel through the Tang Dynasty. It's not easy to survive."

"Damn Yu Chao'en, you really assassinated me in public. What a shameless person!"

"Mom, Ah Fu, Wife Shengping, Brother Pu, Brother Luo, Brother Zhang... Goodbye"

Before Guo Nuan's mind could process so many last words, there was a "Ah" sound, followed by a cry of "There is an assassin, come quickly!". The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Guo Nuan had already extremely regretted that he should not have kept advising and went out privately. When he was closing his eyes and waiting for death, he did not expect a scream of pain from next to him.

"Huh? You're not here to assassinate me?" Guo Nuan's legs were weak and he popped out from under the table. After a closer look, the injured person turned out to be the middle-aged man in purple who had just greeted him. Fortunately, the man's left side was only injured.

The arm was stabbed with a dagger and injured. If the man hadn't dodged quickly, the dagger would most likely have pierced the heart.

It seemed that the man in purple was a high official. The moment he was stabbed by the Hu Xuan woman, four or five guards on the left and right immediately protected their master. The two guards turned around and jumped out of the window to pursue the assassin on the street.

And the woman who evacuated.

After a while, no one was around on the stage, and the place was cleared quickly. Only Guo Nuan, the man in purple and a few of his guards were left.

Touching the cold sweat on his forehead, Guo Nuan let out a long breath, glad that the target of the assassination was not him. However, seeing the arm of the purple-clothed man next to him was bleeding profusely, Guo Nuan kindly used the medicine he had recently used to heal his injuries.

A bottle of Yunnan Baiyao porcelain bottle was handed over.

"Thank you... Sir." The man in purple was sitting where he was. He estimated that the assassin had missed and would not come back for a while. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to go to the hospital and calmly asked his men to bandage the injury on his arm.

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"You're welcome, Guo Nuan from Fenyang Palace, I'm glad to meet you." Guo Nuan bowed her hand to the man in purple.

The man in purple glanced at Guo Nuan strangely, then smiled with relief and said: "Haha, it turns out to be the famous Consort Guo. I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you. If the assassination hadn't disturbed my mood today, it would have been really great to have met the great poet Guo Bansou.

I'm so lucky."

"Yan Zhuang, Sir of Sinong Temple." After the man in purple had bandaged his arm with medicine, he motioned to his men to step back a few feet away and let them be on alert, and then he announced his identity.

Guo Nuan was startled. It turned out that he was still a high official, or one of the Nine Qings. However, Guo Nuan quickly put away her surprised expression and returned the greeting to him.

"Uh, is Mr. Yan often assassinated?" Guo Nuan sat down at Yanzhuang's table and looked closely at how he seemed accustomed to this assassination, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Yan Zhuang smiled faintly. He looked helpless, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and sighed longly: "Ever since I betrayed Marshal An, and after the war ended, I have been subjected to this and that no less than ten times in the past six months.

I have become accustomed to assassinations."

Guo Nuan was stunned for a moment and asked: "Uh, Marshal An? You mean An Lushan?"

"That's right, I'm An Lushan's old subordinate, staff advisor Yan Zhuang." Yan Zhuang hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke, looking at Guo Nuan meaningfully, with a heavy expression on his face.

"Could it be that those who assassinated you were also remnants of An Lushan's old tribe?"

"What you said is not entirely wrong. The woman who was assassinated this time, after carefully considering the details just now, if I guessed correctly, she should be his daughter."

"Oh? Who is his daughter?"
Chapter completed!