The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 387 Next, Yun Chao
"My God! This is the noble young man who came out of the ink painting!"

"My God! He looks so good! He looked at me! He just looked at me!"

The noise outside caused Xuanyuan Yi to frown, and a cold voice came from inside the carriage, "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the First Prince, there is a son who participated in Princess Huining's wedding ceremony, who was so beautiful... It caused me to be amazed." The guard beside him said truthfully.

Xuanyuan Yi lifted the curtain of the car and looked out, only to see a figure in white clothes dyed ink disappearing at the entrance.

He lowered the curtain, "Go on."

Surrounded by amazement and discussion, "This is the real Mr. Ruyu, the posture of a celestial being."

"The horrified bird looked back just now!!"

"I don't know if this son likes men, but if he likes me, I can!"

The girls around all shot their eyes away, as if they wanted to eat the talking man.

It's fine if there are women arguing with them, but now all the men are showing up?
The man who spoke felt the murderous intent around him, so he quickly changed his words, "Sisters, I won't fight with you, I won't fight with you."

"Cut! It belongs to all of us, don't insult our young master with your dirty eyes!"

"That's right! Our son doesn't like men! Not to mention you are such a crooked melon!"

"I don't even look at what I look like! The toad wants to eat swan meat!"

The man who was scolded for being crooked: "..."

Anyway, he is also personable, and the girls usually blush when they see him.

Why is it so crooked all of a sudden! ?
All the men who participated in the recruitment of relatives entered the arena, and all the envoys were also watching in the viewing area.

Some of these participants hoped that their own people could marry Princess Huining.

The emperor, the fourth prince, the eldest prince, and Princess Huining also entered the arena.

After all the staff arrived, the emperor began to speak, "Hui Ning has been held in my palm since she was a child, and this time I want to find a husband for my most beloved daughter."

"My daughter deserves the best man in the world! Her husband must be both civil and military."

"This time to recruit relatives, there are two competitions in civil and martial arts, as well as music and painting."

"Wen compares to poetry, and martial arts compares to fighting. The rhythm can be qin, zither, flute, and Xiao. There are no restrictions on musical instruments. The painting is a portrait of Princess Huining."

"Competing music and painting today, and comparing civil and martial arts tomorrow."

"Through the screening, if you fail, you will not be able to enter the next round."

Feng Canglan stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had figured out what the emperor meant.

If you can't beat the rhythm, you can't enter the painting, and if you can't draw, you can't enter tomorrow's writing.How many people can be left after such layers of screening?
This is not recruiting relatives, it is clearly a formality, and then give the first place to Prince Tianyang!
It's a pity, it's a pity, Yue Yehuang is an old stingy man, you have made a wrong calculation.

"The first round, the rhythm competition begins."

The faces of all the men were clear. Before, they only said that they were better than civil and martial arts, but they didn't say that they were proficient in rhythm and painting.

Some people are happy and some are sad, some will not be dejected, some will be full of joy.

This melody needs to be performed one by one, Feng Canglan waited for his name to be called at the back, listening to the music played at the scene of the car accident on the field made his ears hurt.

She rubbed her ears and looked towards the viewing area.Zong Zhengyu was spotted at a glance among countless people.

Hey~ Her Yuyu's figure, appearance, and aura are simply amazing!
Standing out from the crowd is like having a beam of light above your head, followed by a spotlight.

Feng Canglan was full of admiration, and Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows when he noticed it.

The eyes of the two collided, and Feng Canglan subconsciously smiled towards the other side.

However, he didn't get a response from the other side, but passed by coldly and lightly.

Feng Canglan's heart froze, and only then did she remember that she is wearing men's clothes now!
awkward!

Fortunately, she didn't wink, otherwise she might be silenced by Zong Zhengyu at the end of today's competition!

The people at the scene of the car accident who blew in the arena were eliminated in batches, and they were driven off the arena without blowing a few words, which also saved a lot of time.

As time goes by, fewer and fewer people are waiting.

Princess Hui Ning, who was standing beside Emperor Yueye, watched anxiously, knowing that Feng Canglan had left the imperial city yesterday, her heart sank.

But I also vaguely hoped that she had already solved it.

Rhythm and painting are all for the purpose of brushing those toads who don't know what to do and want to eat swan meat.

Like Tianyang Prince Jun Shiyu, there is no need to participate at all.

I don't know what method Yue Yehuang used to coax Jun Shiyu into agreeing to compete, but it was only a civil and military competition.

So there is still a lot of pressure behind.

"Go down, what are you blowing about? Are you blowing funerals?"

The field was kicked down again.

Xia Hen stepped onto the arena by name, and his appearance silenced the complaints in the arena.

Hui Ning's face was full of smiles, looking at Xia Hen with stars shining in his eyes.

The envoy concentrated his attention, wanting to see if this talented young man could stand out, and he was also looking forward to it.

Xia Hen walked to the center of the arena, and Yue Yehuang's expression changed.

Xuanyuan Yi and Xuanyuan Shen didn't expect that Xia Hen would have such thoughts towards Hui Ning.

Xia Hen was holding a jade flute, and the sun was shining on his tall and tall back. He was also a handsome and handsome man.

Although the childishness on his face has not yet faded away, he can already see a little bit of future glory.

The breeze blew past, and the ink hair on Xiahen's shawl was blown slightly, and notes came out from the jade flute, blowing to the entire arena with the surrounding wind.

He closed his eyes and played the flute, completely addicted to it.

Feng Canglan, who was originally a little lazy, subconsciously stood up straight after the other party started the tune, and listened seriously.

Emotions are revealed in the sound of the flute, vicissitudes, exhaustion, sadness, and loneliness.

The hearts of those who heard it hurt.

Feng Canglan raised her sword eyebrows lightly, staring fixedly at the figure known as a genius by the world.

People all over the world said he was a genius, and he was surrounded by flowers and applause.

But what is the truth behind this genius?
It was the parents who died young, and it was a teenager who had to shoulder the whole family and forced himself to be strong so that he could protect his younger sisters from the wind and rain.

In fact, he did too.

Take all the fatigue and pressure on yourself, and give your sisters a carefree living environment.

It was precisely because he took over all the sorrows and sorrows and propped up the sky for his younger sisters that Xia Pingting did not understand his hardships, being so self-willed and open-minded.

She never thought about what kind of frightened and exhausted heart her elder brother is under the glamorous surface.

Xia Hen is more important than matter, too conniving, and neglecting to guide.

If Xia Pingting hadn't happened, maybe she would have become a legendary figure of a generation.

One song finished.

Countless people were immersed in grief and couldn't get away.

Some people have tears in their eyes, and this one is the best one so far.

Even if the Moon Night Emperor wanted to get rid of it, he couldn't make it too obvious, he could only make people advance.

Xia Hen walked down slowly, with the warm sun shining on his back, he was confident and arrogant, as if he wasn't the one who made everyone's eyes moist just now.

"Next person."

Feng Canglan took a deep breath, let go of all the emotions in his heart, and walked towards the arena under the sunshine.

Elegant and warm, clean and dust-free.

The aged minister glanced at the names on the registration book and said, "Yun Chao."

(End of this chapter)