Gong Feihan put down the teacup and looked at the stage, his face was not very beautiful.

In the past two days, when he heard that this woman was rehearsing, he thought that it was going to be rehearsed for him, and he was ready to give her a reward.

I feel that this woman has finally taken care of herself a little bit.

I don't want to, I only found out today that people are lined up for the Queen Mother to see.

If you don't sing well for a while, you will stain the Queen Mother's ears, and see how he skinned her.

When the palace concubines saw that the emperor was coming, they all racked their brains, thinking about what kind of show they would recommend to perform for a while.

Competing for favor, they are serious.

After all, Concubine Sheng even sang the play.

They were all so anxious that they lost their hair.

At this time, on the stage above, there was a nice female voice with some lazy sounds.

"Hey, every day I think about falling asleep."

As the lazy and tender voice sounded, the curtain slowly opened.

Concubine Sheng's long hair was cut into a full braid, with pink flowers on it, and she was a young and flying little girl.

At the moment, I am sitting behind my desk and writing, dozing off as I write.

"Princess, princess, the emperor is watching the guard competition on the school ground, do you want to go and see it?" Bi Tao, a specially dressed little girl, walked in.

"Let's go, let's see."

The little princess was immediately interested and slapped the pen.

The two got up, turned and walked down.

The two little eunuchs who pulled the curtain slowly closed the curtain.

The crowd looked confused, what kind of play is this, is there such a singing?

When he came up, he said a word, but he didn't sing a word.

What the hell is Concubine Sheng?

"Hey, hey......, hey

There was a jumbled sound, and it sounded like a fight.

The curtain slowly opened, and there was a joust above.

A little boy was forced to step back again and again by a slightly older son.

Xia Shengnuan frowned, and turned to Gonggong Lin, who was sitting there on the side, "Father, who is this person?" ”

"Xiu'er, you're here, this is a guard on the south gate, his kung fu is very good, I'm going to make him your personal guard."

Gonggong Lin, who was brought in to play a supporting role, is very involved in the play, and his expression is in place, after all, he has been with the emperor for a long time, and he is still very handy in playing a father.

Because of Xia Sheng's warm makeup skills, he especially lowered his voice to speak, and everyone didn't know that this person was Gonggong Lin.

Gong Feihan saw it and killed him with a cold eye.

A person who has not taken a vacation for thousands of years said that he wanted to take a half-day off, thinking that he had something to do, and he didn't want to come here to have a good time.

Gonggong Lin was killed by the emperor's cold eyes, and he almost couldn't hold back his expression.

This kind of harem flower party, doesn't the emperor never participate, it is because he knows that the emperor does not participate, he dares to agree to Concubine Sheng's performance.

Now it's okay, the father who plays Concubine Sheng's mother in front of the emperor is the emperor's father-in-law, father-in-law, the pressure is huge, be careful of the liver trembling, and I already have a premonition that the emperor's heart is kicking.

"Be the princess's personal bodyguard? It also depends on whether he has the ability to do that! ”

The little princess said arrogantly, picked up the long sword in her hand, jumped off the field, and fought with the guards in the field.

Xia Sheng's warm and clear words pulled Gonggong Lin back.

Death is death, and then talk about it after the performance.

Looking at the field, with the nervousness of an old father, his voice was deep, "Look good at the princess!" ”

"Yes."

The guard dressed as a little eunuch next to him immediately responded and stared at the field tightly.

The fight between the two is very good.

The little princess was dressed in red, holding a long sword in her hand, flying neatly, kicking, and spinning, every movement was in place.

A bowl of cherries.

The Queen Mother liked it and turned to the emperor, "Concubine Sheng, is this still kung fu?" ”

"Drawing a scoop with a gourd, what kind of kung fu is it." Gong Feihan looked disgusted.

Queen Mother: "......"

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