Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 548 No. 38!
"Number 16! Number 38!"

After the clerk called out these two numbers, Chen Shaoming, who was resting at the side, looked up in surprise, and saw that number 16 was his number.

According to the rules, all contestants will get a pair of numbered bamboo chips after signing up. Half of the bamboo chips are held in the hands of the contestants, and the other half is thrown into the wooden box in the middle of the tea fighting platform on the spot.

Then the staff in charge of the trials in the Fang Tea Hall will draw in it, randomly draw two numbers each time, and the people who are drawn will go on stage to participate in the competition according to their numbers.

The loser's bamboo chips are taken away and put into another box, and they will have a knockout match with those who have also been eliminated, and those who persist until the end can get a chance to challenge.

The bamboo chip of the winner will remain in the box and continue to be randomly selected for competition.

The result of this is that in the end, the remaining elites are stronger.

Chen Shaoming was drawn repeatedly before. He thought that his number would not be drawn in a short time, but he did not expect to be drawn again.

Although it is very strong, it is also exhausting to be drawn repeatedly in such a hot day.

The servants of the Chen family were all a little unhappy, but the competition is also based on luck, so they don't have much to say. After Chen Shaoming washed his hands, he was sent to the stage.

Chen Shaoming got on the tea fighting platform, first bowed to Chonghua, then chose a seat and sat down, waiting for his opponent to come on stage.

The opponent didn't see him for a long time, and the clerk who chanted the number dragged his voice and repeated loudly again: "No. 38!"

Still no answer.

Zhong Weiwei frowned. If she remembered correctly, the number 38 was Zhong Xinran's number.

Wasn't Zhong Xinran full of ambition at the beginning?Why do you refuse to show up when your number is called now?

She looked back at Zhong Xinran's carriage, but only saw the drooping curtains, the dozing driver, and nothing else.

In front of His Majesty the emperor, the petty official did not dare to act recklessly, and screamed loudly: "Second time on the 38th!"

According to the rules, the number is only called three times, and after three times, if the person holding the number does not respond to the stage, he will lose the qualification for this selection competition forever.

"Number 38..."

Everyone thought that No. 38 was about to lose his qualifications, but the most marginalized crowd suddenly became agitated, and someone shouted: "It's Miss Zhong!"

"It's Miss Zhong!"

"It's Miss Zhong from Taifu's Mansion!"

The crowd parted, and Zhong Xinran, dressed in plain clothes, came steadily and said loudly, "Here is number 38!"

At this time, a wind blew, and the white dress on Zhong Xinran's body was blown up and down like stacked white lotus petals, making her more fairy-like, fresh and outstanding.

Many men looked straight at her and said in admiration, "This is the Nine Heavens Fairy."

Xiaotang looked carefully for a while, then burst out laughing, tugging at Zhong Weiwei's sleeve vigorously and said: "Have you noticed that her filial piety dress looks really nice, I don't know what kind of hemp material it is, How can it be so light and beautiful?"

Before Zhong Weiwei had time to answer, she suddenly heard a person nearby say in a strange way: "No wonder it is said that men should be pretty in soap, and women should be pretty in filial piety. They deliberately delayed until now to trick everyone into going to see her before they would show up. I don't know why." Who do you want to seduce? Anyone surnamed Zhong is not a good person! A vixen!"

Zhong Wei is the only one who is happy to hear this. Anyone with the surname Zhong is not a good thing, vixen?He said it as if he had suffered a lot from the surname Zhong.

She followed the sound, and saw a boy in Chinese clothes standing three people away from them. Although he was wearing men's clothes, he was obviously a girl——

Petite and exquisite, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, a little red mole on the corner of the eye, a pair of long eyebrows flying into the temples, and a fleshy face, quite delicate and cute.

It's just that the hostility and disdain on her face at the moment affected her own beauty.

It's Zhang Sheng's face.Zhong Weiwei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Chonghua.

Chonghua still had that expressionless, unrequited look, everyone was looking at Zhong Xinran, but he was in a daze.

His Majesty the Emperor was also very serious when he was in a daze. People who were not very familiar with him would only think that he was concentrating on state affairs.

Looking at Lu Chun again, Lu Chun is holding a delicate round fan made of ivory silk in his hand, shaking it gently, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, his eyes are smiling like a crescent moon, and he whispers to Hu Zizhi with his green fingers , glancing at Zhong Xinran from time to time.

Hu Zizhi sat upright, no matter what Lu Chun said, she just listened with a smile, her eyes didn't stay on Zhong Xinran too much, she occasionally glanced at Chonghua, and her more thoughts were on You You.

He lay on the guardrail of the stand again, staring at Chen Shaoming boredly, occasionally making gestures with Chen Shaoming, and happily jumping on the guardrail a few times after receiving Chen Shaoming's response.

Zhong Xinran finally walked up to the stands, calmly saluted Chonghua, and said in a crisp voice, "My daughter Zhong Xinran, send my regards to Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Concubine Hui, and Your Highness Prince Rui."

Chonghua finally came to his senses, everyone thought he would ask Zhong Xinran why he participated in the trials, including Zhong Xinran himself.

But he just nodded lightly, and said lightly: "Hurry up, don't delay others."

Lu Chun covered her vermilion lips with her fan, smiled coquettishly, and her voice was enchanting: "Yes, yes, Miss Zhong, look at you, since you want to participate in the competition, you have to take it seriously, you don't even know it's your turn, You made others wait for you for so long, how can you suffer from heatstroke on such a hot day?"

Zhong Xinran's jade-white face turned red, with tears in his eyes, he bowed respectfully and kowtowed to Lu Chun: "The imperial concubine is right, it's because the ministers are not thinking carefully."

Lu Chun pouted, and said with a delicate smile, "Are you going to cry now? I didn't say anything about you..."

Chonghua glanced at Lu Chun faintly, Lu Chun's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled again: "Okay, get up quickly, you are His Majesty's junior sister, you can lose the game, but you can't lose."

"The imperial concubine is right." Zhong Xinran got up docilely, there was no trace of anger in his tone, but the sad breath was clearly revealed, which immediately aroused sympathy.

Lu Chun didn't care, and asked Hu Zizhi contentedly: "Sister Hui, who do you think will win?"

Hu Zizhi said with a smile: "It's hard to say."

Lu Chun hugged Chonghua's arm again, and asked with a playful smile, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Chonghua glanced at her hand on his arm, Lu Chun retracted it like lightning, and smiled even sweeter: "Your Majesty, tell others~"

Chonghua said lightly: "I don't know."

Zhong Xinran sat down in front of Chen Shaoming, and his whole demeanor changed. He silently nodded and saluted: "I'm sorry for keeping Mr. Ming waiting for so long."

Chen Shaoming had already received his surprise, and replied gently: "I didn't expect it to be Miss Zhong."

Zhong Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, with all kinds of flair: "I didn't expect that, it's a little girl's honor to compete with Mr. Ming, please."

(End of this chapter)