Chapter 680: King Yong, Xiao Daoyan!

Watching her sister's performance, Nan Baoyi couldn't help but shake off her lumps.
But men love to eat this set, and Nan Yan's appearance is also very good.
The shopkeeper coughed shamefully, and said, "Finally, for your loneliness, I will show you a clear road. Have you ever heard of Jinling Tour?"
The two shook their heads.
The shopkeeper said: "Jinling Tour is a famous teahouse in Chang'an. The proprietress Aunt Xie used to be a female officer in the palace. She had no children under her knees. After being released from the palace, she opened a teahouse in the West Garden. The word "you" is called a style!
"Aunt Xie has a kind heart and specializes in taking in orphans, teaching them piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, and female celebrity embroidery to cultivate their self-reliance. She even helped them establish a red line for marriage. In our Chang'an city, the reputation is excellent!"
The shopkeeper's face is very proud.
Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan were very excited when they listened.
Together, the two decided to go to Jinling to seek a livelihood.
Not only can you learn a craft, but you can also find good people to solve major life-long events. This is simply a good thing in the sky!
The sisters got into the long eaves cart and rushed towards the West Garden.
Just after their car had turned the corner, a group of people galloped from the end of the street.
The red and black gold flags embroidered with the character "Yong" fluttered, sixteen black armored elites rode horses to clear the way, headed by ten bitterness and ten words, handsome and handsome, with swords on their backs, holding yellow and flying banners, full of freshness An angry horse is full of spirits.
More eye-catching than them is a horse in the middle.
The steed is decorated with gold, tall and sturdy, completely dark, like a violent wild wind.
However, more eye-catching than the Hummer is the young man on horseback.
He wears an embroidered black gold unicorn tufted Dan gauze robe, a jeweled leather belt around his waist, and rivet military boots. He is slender and tall.
The hair is black jade with a golden crown, thin red tassels hang down on both sides, the outline is smooth and beautiful, but there is no lack of cold heroism, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the curvature of the nose is beautiful. Yushu is more beautiful and romantic.
King Yong, Xiao Daoyan!
The streets are boiling!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The little ladies screamed frantically.
"He is the rumored Lord Yong who regained the ten southwestern counties? He was born well!"
"Isn't it that I arrived in Beijing in the middle of the month? How come so many days in advance! Hey, the purse he embroidered specially for him is not finished yet!"
"Hahaha, you little girls!" An old lady covered her face shyly. "Fortunately, my old lady is rich in experience and prepared! Your Royal Highness, come and accept the purse specially embroidered by my old lady!"
With that said, don't let the tofu stall anymore, just go after Xiao Yi.
The other ladies were willing to show their weakness, and quickly picked up their skirts, screaming and chasing them up: "Your Royal Highness, wait for others!"
For a time, the girls in the city moved after hearing the wind, and the alleys were empty and magnificent.
Even the men were very curious about what kind of immortal King Yong, who had been living outside for twenty years, was so that the elders stopped working and ran towards the palace.
The long eaves carts of Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan ran against the crowd.
She heard the excitement about King Yong’s appearance, and she couldn’t help feeling: "It is said that the people of Dayong have an extraordinary dedication to beauty and demeanor. When I saw it today, it turned out to be the case. It’s a pity that one of you and my sister was lame and the other was ruined. If not..."
If not, they should be easy to get ahead in this place of looking at their faces.
Nan Yan touched her little hand comfortingly: "Chang'an hides many capable people and strangers. Maybe we will be able to recover soon, sister, don't be too sad."
Nan Baoyi looked at her, bent Danfeng's eyes, and nodded.
The long eaves car stopped outside Jinling Tour.
The two sisters helped each other step out of the carriage and looked up.
Jinling Tour is a magnificent tea garden with beautiful tall pavilions, beautiful corridors, high eaves and teeth, not only doing tea business, but also stage, singing and other projects, it looks like they can't afford it.
After the two entered, they could not see the rumored Aunt Xie.
A mother-in-law received the two sisters, listened carefully to their stories, and saw them lame and disfigured, and she couldn't help feeling pity.
She kindly said: "Since you are here, we will stay well. We girls, we know one or two crafts, and it is better than anything to support ourselves. I wonder what the two are good at?"
Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan looked at each other.
The two of them have forgotten the past, how can they remember what craft they know?
The old woman tentatively said: "I see two people with extraordinary temperament. They must be girls from big families. Music, can you?"
Nan Baoyi noticed a Huqin in the room.
She walked over, held Hu Qin in her arms, stroked the strings with her thin white fingertips, and slowly pulled up Hu Qin with her body's instinctive memory.
The sound of the piano is flowing, like a mountain and flowing water, which is curled and beautiful.
Her Huqin was taught by Gu Chongshan himself.
Gu Chongshan's musical talent is unparalleled in the world, and his apprentices are naturally top-notch piano skills.
Nan Yan instinctively got up and danced with the sound of the piano.
The injury on her leg has been healed a lot during this time. In addition, she only danced in the palm-sized area and used superb dance skills to carefully cover up the defects, so there was no problem with her leg.
The old woman was surprised.
This pair of sisters was better than she expected!
At the end of the song, she caressed her palm and laughed: "Very good, very good! We Jinling Youzheng lacks two such girls who are good at rhythm. If you don’t dislike it, you can perform singing and dancing on the teahouse stage for twenty taels a month. How about a silver pattern, food and accommodation?"
This offer is pretty generous.
Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan glanced at each other, replied happily, and temporarily settled in Jinling Tour.
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the other side.
Xiao Yi rode his horse to outside the palace.
Miyagi was towering, with countless dried heads hanging from the deflection angle, the one in the center, even if it had been eroded by wind and frost, and even if the hair was disheveled, he still recognized who he was at a glance.
"Brother Emperor..."
Xiao Yi murmured.
He rolled over and got off his horse, facing his head, bowing respectfully.
After worshipping, he solemnly said, "Take a bow and arrow."
Shiku respectfully presented him with a big bow.
Xiao Yi drew his bow and set the arrow, the arrow was cold and pointed straight at the iron rope hanging from Xiao Ning's head.
He looked directly at his head, his thin lips had no curvature, and his dark pupils were hidden in his long eyelashes, adding to his death.
That woman was so cruel. Not only did she personally order her son to be killed, she even hung his head on the palace floor to expose him to the sun, so that officials would see it at any time for humiliation, and the emperor's brother would not enter the land for safety...
His eyes flushed.
Before long, he let go.
The feather arrow left the string and whizzed towards the palace.
Xiao Yi rode away, and at the moment the emperor's head fell, he appeared under the palace like a thunder and caught it firmly.