You know, I'm not a regular bad girl.

(boring things)

It is the day of the Middle Festival.

Kim Kyung-jia "Blame" snuck out in the shadow of a fan, looking around at the facial flashes of other houses that had often begun to rise to the Daisy Palace.

(I don't have the luxury. Not at all, I can't ride Hing)

Willow eyebrows and a small neck.

Somehow I dropped my gaze before I had my own nails polished up carefully.

The dyed nails looked somewhat better than the mediocre chicks.

The Golden Family is a family of merchants, so to speak, who have long been entrusted with the manufacture and control of gold and have been responsible for the economy of the Wing Nation.

At the same time, however, they were also a clan that had fostered elaborate craftsmanship, including goldsmiths, and those who had long recognized themselves as protectors of the arts.

The Golden Family has many strange personalities to make that happen.

Mostly, it was bipolar divided into realistic merchant temperaments, or otherwise proud artist-skinned humans, with Kiyoka being the latter.

They urge aesthetics in everything.

To be proud, to make you feel a consistent philosophy, and more importantly, to be pleasant to your eyes.

As a result of pursuing them, it is strange that, at times, it also surpasses the reasonable judgment of the merchants and results in success, both of which, while countering each other, have consequently supported the prosperity of the clan in such a way as to complement each other.

Many are in the form of long-term philosophies put forward by artist-skinned immediate family members, and practical sideline ministers advancing short-term practices.

That's why Qing Jia, who intensely inherited the blood of the direct line of the Golden Family, was raw in this world with the idea of "beauty" fundamentalism, which seemed whimsical, along with the glamorous beauty that caught the eye.

For her, it's not worth as much as the dust that dances through the universe, such as things that aren't beautiful.

If there's something here in the chick palace that she loves and obsesses about, it's just the two of us.

One is the Crown Prince, Wing Ming, with such a powerful glow that it can be described as the extreme of Yang's mind.

And the other is Huang Linglin, who is likened to a butterfly and has a delicate beauty as if she were a goldsmith swaying in the wind.

Ching Jia recognizes that she has a gorgeous face with herself, but she is no match for a transparent beauty, like Huang Linglin, that makes the beholder peel and reach out.

Moreover, at the same time as its calm words and actions, it can sometimes feel a clear enough will to make you feel awesome from time to time, including in that regard, Ching Jia greatly admits to Huang Linglin.

One day, Qingjia expected such a future when Huang Linglin would become Empress and herself bind the other Lady as Lady Kim and support the Ming together.

But...

(What an abomination, Zhu Huiyue. I should have gotten rid of that humble, insidious rat sooner)

In reality, Ching Jia's reckoning went crazy because of the unfamiliar Zhu Huiyue who poked Huang Linglin out of the high building.

The middle verse, dedicated to the original ancestors and wishing them abundance, is the domain of the Golden Family presiding over the autumn.

Together with Lady Kim Sook, she said that she had developed various hobbies for this day, but was interrupted by abominations and had to be reduced in size in the end.

The most unforgivable thing is that Huang Linglin lays on the floor all the time, due to being pushed aside, and cannot even appear in today's Neutral verse ritual.

Something to the extent that monkeys show their art, such as the dancing of chicks in other houses.

The only thing worthy of Ming's admiration would have been myself and Lin Lin's dance.

Kiyoka herself, as a famous dancer, said she was looking forward to her graceful dance.

(In the dance of the woman of the Xuan family on the top of the Buddha and the little girl of the Blue family like Risu, it is not easy to fill a hole either. Instead of monkey art, such as the shameless Zhu Huiyue's, awkward dance, it can only be eye fouling)

Qing Jia hated Zhu Huiyue.

If you are jealous of someone who is not talented or attracting interest, you look resentful.

When a weak person is confronted, they raise their voices as soon as possible, perhaps.

Exactly, yin and wet.

Speaking of which, some of the women officers of the Golden Family complained that the Zhu family's human beings might have stolen their pigeons.

It seems Zhu Huiyue is the thief's imitation.

Kiyoka leaked a sigh of awkwardness.

(Until now, I've left it unnecessary to devote time to someone I don't like, but I can't stand it anymore. I'll make you thoroughly miserable enough to make you regret staying in the chick palace)

In the Neutral Festival ritual, chicks from each house perform dances in hopes of abundance.

It was customary for those who danced well to be thrown in the balls "Gaku" by the audience.

This time Kiyoka suggested that, in addition to its custom, fresh water should be shaken up for those whose dancing was ugly.

A dance of devotion is something dedicated to heaven. He said that ugly dancing should be cleansed with one's own hands, because it would pollute the majesty of heaven.

At the same time, in front of the building, where many prayer devotees would be better, even the Tsubaki and intermediate female officers were allowed to participate in the ritual.

Give them, of course, the right to sprinkle water on the dancers.

Well, a seat for booze, too.

Those who intend to "sprinkle" water but whose hands are crazy and flip every water bottle will also show up.

Maybe some rough guys throw a liquor bottle or bump muddy water, but meditating on such rudeness is also the organizer's measure.

Zhu Huiyue is the only one who is ugly and poorly danced.

It wasn't what she found out, trying to cut off her face with fragments, trying to get her whole body dirty with mud.

More importantly, no woman is more sexually dirty than she is.

If you look around the stage properly, you can see the chicks and queens you were supposed to meet for a long time, and the women and officers who were allowed to participate in the ritual for the first time, whispering to each other in excitement.

They, too, were forced to nest for a week due to sudden abominations, which seemed to accumulate considerable depression.

The crossroads will undoubtedly go to Zhu Huiyue.

I'm sure that's the only attraction of this boring ritual.

(Come on out, Zhu Huiyue)

Since I am not willing to stage on a dirty stage, Zhu Huiyue's dance order is set at the end.

Along with that, she is the last to enter the chick palace.

There was no accompanying woman, and I guess she would come round her back awesome. I thought of the miserable chick, and Kiyoka narrowed her eyes and stared at the entrance to the chick palace.

"Hey, Tatsuyu. What face does that woman come to this place with?

Watching the chicks enter, Ming spoke to Chen Woo, who refrained beside him.

The chick palace is only a place dominated by the next emperor and his queen.

There is no Father Emperor on this occasion, though the Miyagi ritual, and the Empress and Fourth Lady are also sitting a little further from the stage, not as lead actors but only as guardians.

Thus Ming, who had set his seat at a height, closest to the stage, was speaking to his careless half-brother, leaning loosely, such as a liquor cup.

Alcohol is a superior with a strong rice flavour, and the stage is a gorgeous imitation of the leafy autumn mountains, and I feel the strong commitment of the Golden Family to the many tastes that dare precede the season.

Shaking the cup in his hand and savoring the fragrance Ming, Chen Yu saw it and looked back at it again.

"... is that woman Zhu Huiyue?"

"Who else is there? Though acquitted by the beast hunting ritual, she is still forced to attend, a thick-faced woman who is suspected, turned hostile by all of the chick palaces and urged to be absent voluntarily by Lady Zhu, the posterior. You don't care what aspect of a chick like that comes to this place because she's a talented woman with teases about dancing and singing."

The tone is light-hearted and pleasantly flattering to the shoulder, but Tatsuyu guessed from years of dating that Ming was quite irritating.

"Are you angry?"

"Linglin was crying when I went to visit her this morning"

Ming frowns and answers low.

"He wanted to be on the Neutral Festival ritual. He wanted to please my eyes with dancing. I've never seen her cry before."

Chenyu looked seriously at Ming.

This Crown Prince should be a man who distances himself equally from everyone, back-to-back with a casual attitude.

No matter how much the beauties gathered in the rear palace chase with their gaze of affection, a human being who is not slightly moved by his heart is something with a much different attitude just because Huang Linglin is his opponent.

The blame must have seeped out.

Ming warped his mouth, "Don't look at me like that," he exhaled.

"... I understand that I lack peace. But you'll be forgiven for being so foolish with only one opponent? I don't like the feeling of my chest twitching."

Yes, Ming was unusual, shaking his mind.

Of course that's because I saw the tears of a dear woman.

Because the smell of love for Ling Lin crept up and was driven by outrage.

No, - it should have been, it was.

(The blood of the Huang family tries to thoroughly protect those who put into their nostalgia. If the woman you like swells her eyes, shake her emotions in anger, naturally. but......)

When Ling Lin stretched out her thin fingers and clasped herself, he felt his chest make a fuss.

I wondered if she really was the Huang Linglin she loved.

The girl in front of her is messing with her hair, swelling her eyes bright red, and staring at this one with her upper head.

Ming has never seen her cry.

I've never seen it before - is she the one who cries, trying to catch people's attention, fulfilling it like this?

She tried to throw out her thin body, and also hit her in the chest.

To date, Ling Lin, who seemed to insignificantly avoid touching each other, should have greatly delighted Ming, but for some reason at this time, he thought.

My beloved Huang Linglin.

I wonder if she, who looks flashy and has a strong core, would depend on someone like this.

(No... I think too much)

While holding the cup back, Ming shook his thoughts off.

When you're sick, it's only natural that you get thinner.

Well, my life is in danger this time, and my fever hasn't caught since.

Even if things are different from normal, nothing is strange.

It is shameful, such as mercifying only her smiling and letting her go as soon as she is weak.

(The only woman I put inside is Lin Lin)

That's right.

All I knew was a woman who would soon be charming and supple For Ming, Lin Lin was the only girl who could look back on Rin and this one.

A sweet, yet proud, precious girl who always does things that turn this one's waking predictions upside down.

- Now, because there are things that should take precedence over that.

Fu, Zhu Huiyue's eyes revived the other day, but Ming frowned and drove away the shadow.

No, it's not.

Ling Lin is the only one who has allowed herself to live within this breast.

"Your Highness. The Blue Family chick has just finished her ascent. Next up is Zhu Huiyue, your concern."

Tatsuyu beside him whispers in a low voice.

"The escort woman seemed to be able to secure only one -"

However, the report was inadvertently interrupted.

I was surprised Ming turned his face toward the entrance.

Zhu Huiyue walked blindly round her big body, always flashy only in her clothes.

So, are you crying out before you enter without even the clothes you can get -?

…………

But when he saw her coming to the set room of the stage, Ming opened his eyes.