Shen Yue's face was slightly red, like snow-stained rouge, and she was astonishingly beautiful.
Shen Yue said she was lucky to have escaped this time, but she thought that she would have to compete with Prince Zhao soon, and Prince Dongping had said it first, so if she didn't do it next time, she would have to do whatever Prince Zhao competed with.
Putting away her melancholy, Shen Yue took two deep breaths, opened her red lips lightly, and recited: There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist.
Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves whisk.
As graceful as orchids and emerald greens, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
The more beautiful the Qianxi River, the more beautiful Wu Ji stopped.
The slow state cannot be exhausted, and the complicated postures lead to the end.
The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind.
When the ear falls, the veil flows, and the train is repaired to trace the sky.
I'm worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch it.
The voice was as melodious as the cry of an oriole, which made everyone intoxicated.
King Dongping nodded lightly and glanced at Zhao Yanran who was standing aside.
His eyes fell on her slender waist.
It was a touch of light green, light and agile, and her cheeks were blushing, as beautiful as peach blossoms in the forest.
King Dongping smiled and said, "Miss Zhao comes from a scholarly family, and her water-sleeved drums are amazing.
What do you think of the poems recited by Miss Shen?"
Shen Yue turned slightly and looked at Zhao Yanran.
To say that King Dongping is really a wonderful person, he likes to throw problems to others.
It was her before, and now it is Zhao Yanran's turn.
The poem exaggerated her dancing skills, and he also asked if the praise was good.
This Is it because seeing someone blush is not enough?
No, Zhao Yanran's face turned even redder, and she said with embarrassment, "Miss Shen used this poem to praise Yanran's dancing.
She is looking up to Yanran and also pointed out Yanran's shortcomings."
Shen Yue's eyes widened suddenly, how pitiful she was.
She just praised her, but there was nothing wrong with it.
As soon as Zhao Yanran said that, everyone started whispering and pointing at Shen Yue.
Zhao Yanran got nine peach blossoms with four petals, that is ten peach blossoms.
Her dancing posture was obvious to all.
She was so beautiful that she couldn't even dance.
Yes, he actually has the nerve to point out other people's shortcomings.
His face is really amazing.
Over there, King Dongping was curious when he heard what Zhao Yanran said, "Let's talk about it."
Zhao Yanran glanced at Shen Yue, and then replied, "The poem recited by Miss Shen is intended to praise the tenderness and agility of my dance, which is like a thunderous dragon.
The water-sleeved dance not only expresses the gentleness, but also embodies the beauty of the dance."
The strong side of women, Qi Qia, Yan Ran’s strong side is not shown enough.”
Without praise, it means saying that she is insufficient Shen Yue blushed in embarrassment and was a little speechless.
She couldn't stop people from thinking about this.
She was being picked on.
Moreover, I always felt that something was wrong.
Why was no one surprised by such a beautiful poem?
No one was curious about which book she read it from.
She had already thought of words to respond to it.
After all, no one asked her where she knew the poem.
Zhao Yanran was humble and Princess Dongping praised her a few words, so she resigned.
She is humble and courteous, has both political integrity and talent, and is admired and favored by everyone.
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In contrast, Shen Yue received only scorn, ridicule, and speechlessness.
What the hell is this?
Well, in the final analysis, the problem is that she was lucky enough to sit in the first place.
However, this position This was not what Shen Yue expected.
As she sat down, she heard someone behind her helping Zhao Yanran, saying sarcastically, "She doesn't know anything, and she's still picky.
I'll watch Prince Zhao perform for a while and see if she can also find fault with her."
Shen Yue raised her head and held her forehead, feeling tired.
What made her even more tired was what happened next.
Zhao Yanran came off the stage, and Chu Muyuan came on next.
He was not as active as others.
When the steward reported his serial number and invited him to come on, he was still pouring wine for himself.
Perhaps the jug was empty, so he warned, "Refill the jug with wine."
Everyone was a little drunk.
Just now in the garden, he was competing with others.
After drinking so much peach blossom wine, he was not satisfied yet.
He was about to perform, and he still remembered that there was no wine in the wine pot.
Thinking of the previous drinking fight, everyone looked towards Prince Zhao's table.
The young man was still fainting on the table.
It was a coincidence that when everyone looked over, the young man moved and slowly raised his head, obviously sober.
Chu Muyuan jumped onto the competition platform and ordered more wine.
How dare the maid neglect to refill the wine glass quickly?
Chu Muyuan bowed to King Dongping and others, and then turned around.
I saw his hand touch his waist, and then everyone's eyes were flashed by bright light, and a bright sword with cold light appeared in his hand.
The blade of the sword is as thin as Zen, even with a somewhat transparent feeling, but it gives people the feeling of cutting iron like mud.
It is impossible to be wrong with the soft sword worn by Prince Xuan.
Moreover, for so many years, Prince Xuan only took one secret guard with him when he went out.
He had never seen him with a sword.
Unexpectedly, he always carried it with him.
Today was the first time to see him use a sword, and everyone was looking forward to it.
The soft sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake, carrying an unrivaled aura.
Shen Yue only felt that it was an eye-opener to see everyone clapping and applauding, and she wanted to clap too, but thinking of how bad he was, if he hadn't said that one more thing, she would have gone back and sat down, how could she have been so embarrassed.
Chu Muyuan slashed his sword back and saw Shen Yue.
Their eyes met, Shen Yue held up the wine glass with a leisurely expression and pretended to drink.
When Chu Muyuan saw it, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
He turned his sword and stabbed straight at his table.
He opened the lid of the wine bottle and drew up the sword.
He actually picked up all the fine wine in the cup, making it crystal clear.
In the peach blossom stuffing, that peach blossom is so eye-catching.
A ball of wine changes endlessly with his sword.
No, it was just a ferocious tiger, but when it turned around, it turned into a small water dragon with a peach blossom tied to its tail.
Everyone looked at it and exclaimed, "This is using a sword as a pen, wine as ink, and air as paper, and painting as you please.
Not only is the swordsmanship superb, but the painting is even more impressive."
Chu Muyuan couldn't help but glance at Shen Yue.
Shen Yue thought he was showing off and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
She rolled her eyes and ignored him.
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Chu Muyuan's face darkened, and a green dragon swung its tail.
The peach blossoms on the tail were wrapped in wine and hit Shen Yue.
What a coincidence, Shen Yue's mouth was open, and it went directly into her mouth and slid down her throat.
Shen Yue choked and stared at Chu Muyuan with a pair of fire-breathing eyes, as if to say, try hitting it again Chu Muyuan understood the meaning in her eyes, and did as he was told.
A drop of wine, larger than before, was thrown at Shen Yue.
Shen Yue lowered his head, and the wine drop was thrown back, until it hit the ground.
Behind him was a girl wearing a light yellow dress.
That girl didn't have the courage of Shen Yue, she was so frightened that there were tears in her eyes
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