What do you know about a bunch of crooked melons and jujubes?

Princess Believer is as cold as a fairy. If you want to fit her, you must be cold and silent...

Cao Shaobao thought to himself.

The folding fan in his hand shook gently, and his head was slightly raised.

As the descendant of the third-rank minister, the censor, I am used to being cold and arrogant on weekdays. Now I pretend to be cold, wouldn’t I just do it?

Yuxuan lowered her eyes slightly, and didn't even look at the handsome young man on the stage. Zhao Wujiang's calm and steady appearance flashed in her head, and then her warm smile as if she was like a spring breeze.

After half a cup of tea.

Why didn't she look at me? Could it be that my posture is wrong? Cao Shaobao frowned slightly, he thought for a while, put away the folding fan in his hand, turned around in a gorgeous and handsome manner, leaving his lone back to the cold princess of the Moon Worshiping Moon

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The ministers in the audience:......

Xuanyuan Jing and the Minister of the Honglu Temple:???

"cough.."

Xuanyuan Jing coughed, and the Minister of the Honglu Temple was active, and he waved his hand:

"Next!"

"Wait for Uncle Li!"

Cao Shaobao was raised by the minor official from the Honglu Temple, and he shouted anxiously.

Waiting for your mother, if it weren't for your father's sake, I'll give you two hammers, wasting everyone's time... The face of the Minister of the Honglu Temple was slightly sunk:

"Next, Zhang Muzhou, the son of the Imperial College Priest!"

Zhang Muzhou slowly stepped onto the platform in a Confucian shirt. He first bowed to everyone, and then asked Princess Worshiping the Moon without being humble or arrogant:

"Little student Zhang Muzhou, don't know the princess' name?"

"Yuxuan."

Princess Yuxuan replied politely.

She spoke, there was a chance!

The ministers were immediately in an uproar.

Cao Shaobao behind him let out a disdainful hum.

"Princess Yuxuan, when I first saw you, my mind was already imprinted with your magic posture. When I was filled with emotion, I wanted to recite a poem!"

Zhang Muzhou, the son of the wine sacrificial silence, smiled gently and began to recite poems.

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a princess who escaped from her kingdom... Yuxuan raised her eyes and looked at the elegant scholar with passionate words on the stage. Zhao Wujiang heard from her in her mind.

The sound of fairy tales.

Snow White fled to the people and met a man named Pinocchio. Pinocchio had a magical wooden stick that would become bigger and thicker...

The seven dwarves were brave and fearless, and fought back against the big bad wolf...

Yuxuan's mind saw Zhao Wujiang telling stories in her wind and clouds, and she laughed happily and unrestrainedly. It was so beautiful...

It’s just a pity that in such a huge Kyoto, I wonder if I can see that man again...

She frowned inadvertently and pursed her red lips. Anyone could tell that she was unhappy at the moment.

"Stop thinking!"

The Minister of the Honglu Temple had a stern face and stopped Zhang Muzhou, who was chanting poems on the stage with passionate words.

Zhang Muzhou was so angry that he didn't know what was wrong, but he still lowered his head and walked on his own.

"well."

The ministers sighed, and it was obvious that they had a chance, but why did they suddenly become like this...

"The next one, the son of the Minister of War, Chen Zhiguo!"

"Dongdongdongdongdong..."

Chen Zhiguo stepped onto the platform with dragon and tiger steps. He was a strong man with strong body and muscles.

The moon worships the northwest barbarians, and the territory is full of strong winds. How could you like a weak and weak young actor like you...

He glanced at the young talents with a little disdain, clasped his fists at Princess Yuxuan, and said loudly:

"I, Chen Zhiguo, have a unique skill, and show it to His Highness the Princess today!"

stunt?

The ministers looked at Chen Zhiguo one after another.

The empress raised her eyebrows and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

"ha!"

Chen Zhiguo shouted angrily, quickly used a set of tiger and crane fists, then half-squatted, and pushed forward with five fingers into claws:

"ha!"

"Bang..."

His upper body clothes burst into pieces flying all over the sky, revealing his strong and plump muscles. Then his face was extremely confident and despised everyone.

Ministers:???

Who am I? Where am I?... The Minister of the Honglu Temple stood there in a daze.

Xuanyuan Jing held his forehead, opened his mouth, and was unable to complain, and she was furious:

"Drag and drag, next!"

"Next, Fu Baolang Li Shentong!"

The Minister of the Honglu Temple felt the emperor's anger and said hurriedly.

......

An hour passed.

One young talent after another, after you finished singing, I went on stage, showing my magical powers and displaying my talents on stage, but Princess Baiyue never smiled from beginning to end, and had a cold face, as if there was nothing in the world that could make her focus.

Is it really that no one can make the princess smile? The ministers sighed, one young talented person after another failed, and they could no longer see any hope.

The atmosphere in the main hall of Pingkang Tower is becoming more and more congested.

Xuanyuan Jing's beautiful eyebrows became tighter and tighter. If this continues, it will be extremely unfavorable to Daxia.

"Everything is useless."

With another young talent who appeared on the stage in disgrace, she became more and more anxious and irritable.

If only Zhao Wujiang was there, he was well-organized and calm...

Um?

Zhao Wujiang?

By the way, he seems to have a good chat with Dugu Mingyue and Liu Meier, and he understands women...
Chapter completed!