Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 147 Who the hell?
After passing a strict inspection and not carrying any prohibited items, the maid led the hall, and the field of vision suddenly widened. The fifteen-meter-high dome, with crystal chandeliers connected in a string, looked like the vast Milky Way. The scene was extremely spectacular. It can accommodate a thousand people.
At a glance, the human hall seems to have no end. Long tables are lined up from east to west, piled with a dazzling array of exquisite food. There is a palace band in the south corner, setting up bright candles in front of the music score, playing the melodious and cheerful ""
"Kiss under the Hawthorn Tree", the sound is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the arc of the wall arch designed by the architect.
There were many people sitting in the hall, about a hundred or so, all of whom were brightly dressed, and there were two to three hundred maids and waitresses standing behind them. It was really a grand scene, and the two rows of tables near the center were empty.
, I think it is reserved for important people.
Shen Zhimo was led by the maid to a corner and sat down against a pot of mulberry flowers. He could recognize many familiar faces, including Julian, Director of the Discipline Department of the Ministry of Magic, Isaac, Coordinating Commander of the City Defense Headquarters, and the Snake Fang mercenary.
Regiment leader Nefarian, Holy Light Thorn Bird City Bishop Linton, and so on. The court magicians Kexi and Wicklow also stood up and bowed slightly to signal to him.
Next to him is a bloated man with a ridiculously big nose and yellow hair. He is wearing a beige blouse and a fur collar. From this man's badge, it can be seen that his ancestor is an Orion, and his grandfather
He was the Minister of Justice and was awarded the title of Baronet. He received great awards for his outstanding political achievements.
The man took the initiative to reach out to Shen Zhimo and said, "I'm Dennis Dick, I'm very happy. + You."
"I am Saga. Dear Mr. Dick."
"Oh, it turns out to be His Excellency Saga, the new deputy director of the Ministry of Magic's research institute. It's an honor to meet you."
It sounds like the name of the vice president of the institute is very bluffing. Several people around and across from him introduced themselves to him. One was Dick's son Henry, who was also fat and stupid as a pig - he was probably here for a blind date, and the other was Dick's son Henry.
Donald, the president of the Southeast Chamber of Commerce, Douglas, the board member of the Arcane Academy, and Edward, the envoy of the Kingdom of Hydraxia, Shen Zhimo all returned the gift one by one, with a cheerful face and decent manners.
The Prince Regent and most of the royal family members did not arrive, and the dishes on the table were not touched at all. Everyone was chatting enthusiastically and building relationships with each other.
Shen Zhimo smiled and said, "Can you tell me who will be rewarded at this banquet?"
Dick said: "Your Excellency, Vice President, we have just been speculating on this. I think General Egbert, who has led the army to fight against the orcs in Dark Swamp for twenty years, and his deputy General Upton who is currently stationed in Ghost Mist Town
After all, this was an arduous war, and they made contributions to the empire. In addition, Baron Ford, the Minister of Justice, initiated a case to amend Article 13 of the Code, maintained the dignity of the nobility, and achieved a breakthrough in treating Her Majesty the Queen.
Bishop Hogan, who made progress, and Prince Torsedlin, who led the diplomatic mission to victory in the negotiations. Of course, you were also a member of the diplomatic mission at that time. You should know the actual situation better than we do."
"Didn't Prince Torsedlin suddenly fall ill?" Shen Zhimo asked hypocritically.
"Yes. I'm sad about this. Prince Torsedlin is insane. Many people don't want to see him. He is a good man with a broad mind and courage. But I don't think the empire will
Forget his credit, after all, it was he who led you to finally complete the peace agreement."
Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "Bullshit! If I hadn't personally intervened, you would have continued to negotiate for twenty years." There was a vague feeling that the armistice memorandum of understanding was signed by his own name, and there was no name of Torsedlin at all. This
It was time for the news to come out, and everyone should know that he was the leading figure in the negotiations. He suppressed his emotions and planned to wait and see what would happen.
The commotion in the hall gradually calmed down. Everyone's eyes turned to the center of the Rose Hall. The Prince Regent and Princess Monet arrived.
The regent looked as kind and approachable as the last time I saw him. He always had a smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze. He was wearing a high hat studded with red, yellow, blue and emeralds, and a shawl draped over his shoulders.
The golden robe on the floor is bathed in jewels, like a wood-carved mannequin in the window of a jewelry store.
Princess Monet, who is as beautiful as a flower in full bloom, has attracted most people's attention. Her azure eyes exude a dreamy brilliance, her delicate nose, lips as delicate as rose petals, milky complexion, and
There is a figure wearing a strapless floor-length skirt that shows off her curves. When the whole body is combined, it will take your breath away.
The expressions of Dick and his son became dull at the same time, and they looked at Princess Monet feverishly, with glistening saliva even flowing from the corners of their mouths. Others whispered: "The princess is like a saint, so beautiful, I can marry her."
It is the happiness of my life." "So-and-so, you must behave well later. The classical music that was circulated some time ago
Are you familiar with it? Try to learn and use it flexibly to win the favor of the princess." "How many times have I told you to pay attention to etiquette and wipe off the mucus before it comes out. If the princess sees it, do you still have hope?" It seems that you still have hope?
It seems that not many people are willing to pay attention to the matter of awards. After all, ten thousand titles are not as good as a wink from Her Highness the Princess.
Shen Zhimo took one look at it and stopped looking, thinking: "She looks similar to Zhiluo, so what's the point of it? She's not as beautiful as Ysera." In his heart, a man cannot become a viscount without power.
Then it is realistic to successfully enter the imperial political circles.
The regent just smiled at everyone and said: "Please feel free to dine without being formal." Then the father and daughter sat down and accepted the congratulations of some high-ranking officials and nobles.
The orchestra stopped playing, and a beautiful woman in a skirt and bright feathers walked onto the hall stage and saluted the regent and the princess.
Surrounded by looks of expectation, Shen Zhimo said: "This woman is okay. I think she is prettier than the princess."
Dick smiled and said: "Vijerome is the number one soprano singer in the court. He has the most beautiful voice in the world. Every syllable is full of extremely exaggerated charm. Everyone is fascinated by him. Your Excellency, Vice President,
I believe you are too."
In the Samur language, the pronunciations of the words "she" and "he" are different. Shen Zhimo was surprised: "Is she a boy?"
Dick was even more surprised than this guy: "What? Haven't you heard of Vijerom's name? He is the most famous castrato. He once sang a high note that shattered thirty-five glasses at the venue!"
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Shen Zhimo could only continue to carry forward the spirit of not being ashamed to ask: "What is a castrato?"
Dick showed a helpless look and said: "You magicians always don't care about social reality. Musicians use castration to preserve the pure, clear and beautiful voices of boys before they change their voices, and the beauty of their singing voices."
, better than women. Because of physiological factors, when they grow up, they have greater lung capacity than women, and can easily sing piping, legato, tremolo, and vibrato. In short, castratoes are the greatest singers.
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Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "Another dead eunuch!" He refused to look at Vijerom again. The traditional psychology of the lower class people in China was very disgusted with eunuchs.
The hall fell silent, and a soft, deep voice gradually sounded. Suddenly, it was adapted from the lyrics of "Mid-Autumn Moon": "The clouds at dusk have disappeared and started to overflow with cold air, and the Milky Way flows silently to the bright moon..."
The singing voice is gentle and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate, how charming and sweet it is.
After a while, the voice began to be high-pitched, with a long vibrato that made the listener's heart tremble. Dick quickly covered the glass in front of him.
Graceful, sad, and beautiful, this castrato actually sang the artistic conception of "Mid-Autumn Moon". His voice and the poems merged together to create an unimaginable perfect state. Everyone couldn't take their eyes away, and they were obviously deeply attracted. Yes,
After hearing such a soul-piercing voice and gorgeous psychedelic lyrics, no one can help but be moved.
When I sang the part of "Someday in the future", my voice became louder and louder, as if I was about to break through the limits of physics, but it didn't feel harsh. Instead, I felt goosebumps all over my body and chills on my spine. It was an extremely exciting pleasure.
It spreads all over the body, and to paraphrase the master blacksmith Carabo, “A woman’s butt is not that happy either!”
"Wow..." The hall burst into endless applause. Even the Prince Regent and Princess Monet stood up and applauded. The atmosphere was very warm.
The castrato bowed to everyone and said: "To my most beloved Majesty the Queen, Your Majesty the Regent..." Often a singer of his status should leave the stage automatically after saying these two sentences. Vijerome
But the topic changed and he continued: "In addition, I would also like to thank the author of this lyrics. He is a great poet. It is his poems that allow me to understand the true meaning of life. Does any of you adults here know this person?"
Please tell me the name of the poet, thank you!"
Everyone was talking a lot. The regent smiled and did not stop him. Princess Monet also whispered a few words to her father and seemed to be very interested. Vijerome looked at everyone expectantly, with carefully drawn eyeliner.
She is pitiful and feminine. If it weren't for her flat chest, she would hardly look like a man.
The thing that worried Shen Zhimo the most happened. Caixi stood up and saluted the regent and said: "Your Majesty, I think I can answer Vijerome's question, because I saw the poet's creative process with my own eyes. Countess Clifford
At a private banquet, he recited this wonderful classical poem to us."
"Who is it?" "Who is it?" everyone asked impatiently.