Chapter 1315 Still Very Manly

But the emperor said that if one of the two of her and Long Xuan did not find the person they liked, the words he said would not count, and the two would still have to marry at that time.

Now that Long Xuan's favorite person has appeared, if he can do something with Yan Ruyu, she will work harder and find the person she likes, then she doesn't have to marry Long Xuan, and Long Xuan doesn't have to marry her.

When Lin Qingyuan fell into a beautiful imagination, a more urgent tune played in the cabin.

The sword in Yan Ruyu's hand seemed to turn into a spirit snake and danced in her hand.

The sword stance that was supposed to be hard and sharp, danced by her, became like water and tenderness, just like the tenderness when she looked at Long Xuan.

Lin Qingyuan looked at it with fun, although Yan Ruyuwu's sword lacked the unrestrained chicness, but it also had a different flavor.

Her figure is soft and light, and she holds a sword in her hand, which is also very good-looking.

After the dance, there was a warm applause in the cabin.

The guests applauded frequently.

Yan Ruyu put away the sword and nodded to everyone, "I'll make you laugh. Next, who would like to do it again?"

The voice fell silent.

The guests regretted not going to practice martial arts at the beginning, otherwise they would have won a smile from the beauty today.

But if they don't, they won't. Naturally, it's not good for them to show their ugliness.

Yan Ruyu didn't really expect them to dance the sword at all, her eyes fell on Long Xuan from beginning to end.

However, he remained indifferent and regarded her as air.

Just when she was about to leave the stage sadly, a clear voice suddenly remembered, "Miss Yan, Young Master Long has superb swordsmanship, why don't you ask him to dance?"

Yan Ruyu followed the voice and saw a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth sitting by the window. Hearing her tone, she seemed to know Long Xuan.

This realization made her frown slightly.

The maid stepped forward and whispered something to her, her complexion changed immediately, and she looked at Lin Qingyuan with a bit of hostility and scrutiny.

Lin Qingyuan naturally sensed the other party's subtle reaction, and raised her brows, this Yan Ruyu shouldn't think she has something with Long Xuan, right?

Unexpectedly, this idea flashed in his mind, Long Xuan suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked at her with a smile, "If you want to see me dancing the sword, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush."

Lin Qingyuan looked at him as if struck by lightning.

What nonsense is this guy talking about?

Sure enough, Yan Ruyu's eyes flashed with sadness.

Long Xuan Shi Shi Ran got up, took the sword from Yan Ruyu's hand, shook it gently, and let out a sound of dragon roar.

The next moment, the originally soft sword seemed to be wrapped in a thunderous force, and the sword slashed out with a force that was astonishing. It was not something that Yan Ruyu could match.

For a time, there was only the sound of piano and sword dancing in the entire cabin, and all the guests on the seat were silent.

Lin Qingyuan sipped fine wine while admiring Long Xuan dancing the sword.

Aside from the unpleasantness of her life because the emperor asked her to give Long Xuan a marriage, looking at Long Xuan like this is still quite manly.

She held the wine glass, brought it to her lips, and just took a sip, when she heard Bai He scream in surprise, she looked up and saw the sword in Long Xuan's hand, stabbing straight at her.

She trembled with fright, and the cup in her hand fell to the ground without a firm grasp.

However, the glass did not fall to the ground. The next moment, Long Xuan held the wine glass firmly with his sword, and looked at her with a half-smile, "Miss Lin, is it that you can't even hold the wine glass firmly?"

Looking at the wine glass handed in front of her, Lin Qingyuan suppressed the anger in her heart as if she had just woken up from a dream, gave him a stern look, and then reached out and took the glass back from the tip of her sword.