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Chapter 221 Flowers of the High Mountains

While they were drinking and drinking, the chief ceremonial officer shouted, "The Imperial Master has arrived!" In an instant, the lively palace banquet suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop in the huge imperial garden.

Dong Linhuang stood up suddenly before finishing his sip of wine.

Is the Imperial Master here?

This is simply the first of its kind!

You must know that since the Imperial Preceptor came to power, he has never attended any banquets, or even gone to court. He only occasionally appears in the palace when His Majesty has something to ask him for.

All eyes looked towards the door, and saw a tall figure walking towards this side. The man's face was as handsome as a knife and an axe, and his temperament was noble, like an emperor. The moment he appeared, even

It gives people the illusion that he is the emperor.

In the imperial garden, the lights were bright, the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was as bright as jade, and the flowers of all colors in the garden were dazzling, but the moment the Imperial Master appeared, they were all eclipsed.

He is like a luminous body. Wherever he goes, he will be covered by his radiance, and his presence will disappear in an instant.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and seas cannot take away even half of the glory!

"Master Imperial Master, you are here, please take a seat quickly!" Emperor Dong Lin came to greet him in person, with a flattering smile on his face. Looking in the eyes of everyone, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

They had never seen His Majesty get along with the Imperial Preceptor, and this was the first time. They did not expect that the Imperial Preceptor would be so noble in His Majesty's mind, which was unexpected.

The Imperial Master nodded gently, noble and cool, like a god descending to earth.

His position was on an equal footing with Emperor Donglin, and no one thought anything was wrong, because when he sat there, Emperor Donglin looked like his minister, and his imperial aura was completely crushed!

The palace banquet was originally quite relaxing, but due to the arrival of the Imperial Master, the atmosphere suddenly increased, as if it was enveloped by high pressure, making people feel even more stressed!

From the moment Ling Qingwu saw the Imperial Master, she never took her eyes away from him. The burning heat and desire in her eyes were like huge waves, which seemed to be able to swallow people up and drown them!

She had never thought that there would be such a handsome man in the small Donglin Kingdom!

Not only did he have an unparalleled appearance, but his temperament was also extremely noble, like an emperor, and she couldn't help but surrender!

Even the most outstanding senior brother of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is not as good as the Donglin Imperial Master!

Ye Qingran glanced at the Imperial Preceptor and was surprised for a moment. After all, he had heard a long time ago that the Imperial Preceptor was very cold and never showed up at such mixed palace banquets.

However, I have to say that the Imperial Master is really so outstanding that as soon as he appeared, hundreds of pairs of eyes were trained on him in the huge imperial garden. Regardless of men or women, especially women, they wanted to tear him apart and swallow him up.

belly!

Ye Qingran looked away in disgust, but inadvertently saw Ling Qingwu's fiery eyes.

"Okay, Master Imperial Master, you can even defeat the goddess of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect!" Ye Qingran sneered in her heart, feeling a little sour for some reason.

The National Master didn't know the little ones in Ye Qingran's heart. As soon as he came in, his eyes wandered around the crowd. Until he found Ye Qingran, his eyes never moved away from her.

Although she didn't dress up deliberately tonight, she seemed to be more beautiful than before. He couldn't control the urge to hold him in his arms and pamper her!

This was an experience he had never had before meeting Ye Qingran!

As the Imperial Master watched, his eyes couldn't help but soften. Ling Qingwu felt the changes in the Imperial Master, and followed his gaze to see Ye Qingran.

A dark light quickly flashed across her eyes!

It's this damn woman again!

Ling Qingwu's eyes flashed, she stood up and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Qingwu is willing to perform a dance to thank His Majesty Donglin for the hospitality."

Ling Qingwu said this while looking at the Imperial Master.

It makes people look very interested.

Dong Linhuang laughed, "In that case, thank you very much Miss Ling!"

Several disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect all had expressions of confusion on their faces. Their senior sister, who had always been aloof, would only show off her petty temperament in front of the unparalleled senior brother. Tonight, she

What happened?

But then they thought about it, and they also guessed that it was probably because of this peerless national master, right?

Many people here have heard of the name Ling Qingwu of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. It is difficult to see this noble swordsman’s daughter, let alone watch her dance.

However, before the Imperial Master showed up, the daughter of the Sword Master was as cold as the moon in the sky. After the Imperial Master appeared, she took the initiative to ask for a dance. Everyone knew Ling Qingwu's thoughts.

However, who doesn’t know that the Master of the State has always been very high-minded, and wonders whether this daughter of the Sword Master can win the heart of the Master of the State with a charming dance?

As a result, everyone looked expectantly, waiting for Ling Qingwu's unique dance.

Ling Qingwu wore the uniform of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, but because she is one of the most senior disciples of the Sword Sect, some personalized things can be added to her clothes to better set off her graceful figure and noble temperament.

Standing in the center of the crowd, she faced the Imperial Preceptor, her eyes filled with affection as if glaciers were melting. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh that the Imperial Preceptor's charm was unparalleled. Even Ling Qingwu, who was known for her aloofness, was attracted by her.

He was fascinated!

The music came slowly, Ling Qingwu flicked her long sleeves and started her dance.

Chirping, elegant, graceful, graceful, curling...

Her dancing skills are obviously extremely solid, so much so that the effect she showed shocked countless people present. Even the women here who thought they were good at dancing couldn't help but begin to doubt life after watching Ling Qingwu's dance!

Ye Qingran couldn't help but be attracted by it, thinking that if this was placed in China, he would be a proper dance artist!

However, is that National Master mentally ill? Why is he not watching such a beautiful dance and staring at her with burning eyes?

Is there flowers on her face?

Damn it, she turned red looking at it!

After the dance, Ling Qingwu's breath was a little unsteady, she raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes stared at the Imperial Master, and her voice was like an oriole leaving the valley: "Master Imperial, are you satisfied with the dance that I don't know how Qing Wu feels?

?”

The Imperial Master looked at Ye Qingran in fascination. When he heard someone calling him, he raised his eyelids and replied lightly, "I didn't look."

Didn’t read it?

Ling Qingwu wondered if she heard wrongly?

The Imperial Master said he didn't read it?

Her face gradually darkened.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after they came to their senses, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.

Before, they were still thinking about whether Ling Qingwu, a peerless beauty, could capture the heart of the high-collared flower of the Imperial Preceptor. They never thought that the Imperial Preceptor could be so straight and not even look at such a beautiful dance.

.

So, what was the Imperial Master looking at just now?

"Pfft~" Ye Qingran couldn't hold it back, covered her mouth and laughed. Master Imperial Master, can we not be so straight?

The Imperial Preceptor heard her laughter and saw her smiling face, and his eyes couldn't help but deepen. Everyone followed the Imperial Preceptor's gaze and saw Ye Qingran, and they immediately understood.


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