The host of the competition was Shi, the Director of Etiquette, who had an absolutely first-class voice that could be heard throughout the entire venue without a microphone. It had a built-in reverberation effect. After a long scene of eloquent speeches, the final announcement was made. Said: "The Tang Dynasty Oiran Selection Competition, Chang'an Division Preliminary Competition, has officially begun!"
Li Yuanying looked at the audience who showed no impatient expressions, clapped their hands excitedly, and couldn't help but secretly sighed: The ideological realm is good, and it is definitely in line with the core values.
"Everyone sitting in the voting area, please note that the choice of the contestants is up to you!" the host said with some excitement. "Pull down the handle on your left hand side, which means you like the contestants' performances. Only You can cast one vote. Among the two contestants, the one with higher votes will be promoted, and the one with lower votes will be eliminated, so please use the power in your hands carefully!"
After pausing for two breaths, he shouted: "The first contestant is invited to come on stage!"
The audience sitting below found that they were actually following him. They were so nervous that they held their breath. After hearing these words, they all breathed a sigh of relief. The scene was quite spectacular.
Regardless of the outcome, the first person to appear on stage will definitely leave a mark in the history of the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the first person to appear on stage is: Peony.
That's right, it's Peony in Prince Teng's Mansion. Prince Teng is so kind... He treats his own people and doesn't leave opportunities to others. No one can object yet. The main reason is: they don't dare.
But she had agreed in advance that she would stop at the top eight and not seize the oiran's spot.
"Peony is great!" Jinyang's little bun was obviously a little excited when he saw Peony. He patted his gum and shouted excitedly.
Li Zhi: "..."
No wonder my uncle said that he could only stop at the top eight, and that if he continued, he would be bullying others. I don’t know if others heard Sizi’s voice, but the five professional judges would definitely hear it.
Peonies fall gracefully onto the stage, and the giant drum-shaped stage ensures that as many viewers as possible can see the contestants' performances clearly. With a flip of the flower hand, the round fan passed across her face like a full moon, revealing the flowing clouds and flowers on her cheeks, creating a unique beauty of colorful clouds chasing clouds.
"Beautiful!" Someone in the audience suddenly shouted. When the first person to eat crab appeared, others would follow.
Dozens of people shouted together: "Beautiful!"
Li Shimin looked at Wei Zheng beside him and said with a smile: "Xuancheng, you are more protective of the people than of Sichuan."
"If the river collapses, many people will be hurt." Wei Zheng crossed his hands and saluted, laughing softly. "So Yu changed Gun's policy and hundreds of rivers flowed into the sea."
His Majesty has been hesitating about the issue of Sanmenxia. He is worried that the destruction of the three gates of gods, humans and ghosts will affect the influence of the imperial power. He is mainly afraid that some people will fabricate stories and say that he disrespects ghosts and gods. Emperor Yangdi of the previous dynasty has been arranged as a rat in Zhongnan Mountain.
Li Shimin pointed at Wei Zheng, shook his head and smiled: "Don't pay attention to that nonsense, I still like your unruly look. Mr. Yuan and the others need to estimate the time, and I will not dare to dredge the river to facilitate transportation."
The people are the most precious, the king is the most important, the country is the least important, not to mention the ghosts and gods? Just keep a respectful distance, but of course, you can't say it out loud. Thinking of what Li Yuanying said to the fish (actually Pei Shiqi), he smiled and said: "Xuan Cheng, Cao Jian, beheads the envoy. If you say it's no problem, then of course it's no problem."
Wei Zheng: "..."
Prince Teng’s mouth is so cruel! I heard that the pharmacist has started practicing Wu Gou again because His Majesty gave him a seven-story Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda made of pure gold. Real gold, not the kind used to cast copper coins. His second son, Li De, was granted the title of Sima of Yuezhou, and his decree stated: Guard the East China Sea.
We can do nothing but look up to the sky and sigh. We can only hope that King Teng will stop saying anything shocking.
Changsun Wuji looked at the sky in the distance. It was not big clouds, but gauze-like clouds. After the little sister left, she originally thought she could fulfill her ambitions, but unexpectedly, King Teng popped up again. He would not remonstrate with his relatives that they could not become big and that they were powerless to the country and the people. But the things he made will allow many people from poor families to enter the state capitals and even the court. My uncle said that he was a baseless worry.
It’s not just someone’s unfounded worries, but there is actually a bow hanging on the side! I'm afraid that when they find out, the family will collapse!
"Auxiliary engine, it's rare for you to take a break, so relax." Gao Jian helped Chang Sun Wuji pour a cup of tea and said softly. It turned out that Wei Xuancheng was always holding on to Prince Teng. After being attacked three times, he was given the nickname Cao Jian and his envoy, and he finally thought about it and no longer competed with him. Why is he rushing to compete again? It's just Baidianzi and fireworks. It just makes him more pampered by His Majesty... isn't he already pampered by His Majesty?
Could it be that he was jealous of Wei Xuancheng's nickname, Cao Jian's Envoy?
"Congratulations to Peony for receiving one thousand, three hundred and seventy-seven votes!"
The host's loud voice interrupted Changsun Wuji's thoughts. He looked at Gao Jian and said with a reluctant smile: "Uncle, I understand."
People who think they are awake can never be awakened, such as the former Emperor Yangdi, such as the uncle in front of him. When the building is about to collapse, it is difficult to support it alone, so I can only try my best to at least save the Gao family and the eldest son's family.
Or, one day, uncle and the others suddenly wake up, I just hope it’s not the moment they fall over...
...Gao Jian sighed secretly and whispered: "Next year at the latest, please be patient."
The auxiliary machine is a little confused about priorities. The important thing now is not King Teng, but how to dispel Huibao's desire to seize the throne. The Crown Princess will give birth to a legitimate grandson in the next few days. It must be an imperial grandson. No matter how smart the concubine is... don't mention the idiot who doesn't eat minced meat. Emperor Hui's stupidity is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. You can't just say that all legitimate sons are. They are all idiots!
No matter how much your Majesty pampers Prince Teng, he will not ask him about military and state affairs. He will just enjoy the pleasure of being respectful to brothers and sisters. Hui Bao wrote a book and said that it was much more powerful than fireworks, and Bai Diezi was not worth mentioning. Even if fireworks, another name for them, could help the Tang Dynasty expand its territories, those developed territories still needed people to manage them. Where do you choose people? How many people can pass the imperial examination every year? My head can't grasp the key points!
It is difficult to build a person's reputation, but it is easy to ruin it. With Prince Teng's mischievous temper, he casually talked about what he had done, and used some anti-Chunqiu style of writing, and within three months, he would stink worse than the rats in the ditch.
Most of the worry in Changsun Wuji's eyes had dissipated. King Teng could not change the situation in a year. When he left the fiefdom and the relationship with His Majesty settled down, there would be many actionable events. He picked up the tea cup and smiled softly: "Thank you, uncle, for teaching me."
Looking at the dancer dancing on the giant drum, he grasped the waist, as soft as if there were no bones, and turned around with a different kind of grace... When did Chang'an have such a good waist?
Gao Jian followed Changsun Wuji's gaze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. How could he have a preference for those who achieve great things? If the enemy sees through it, will his wealth and life be at stake?
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