At dawn, the place under the Wutong Terrace was already bustling with people. Countless people from Doumei City had taken up their seats under the Wutong Terrace early, and some even had not left since yesterday.
It’s all because the competition on the first day was so exciting, especially Zhao Feiyan and Li Qingzhao from Weiyang City. Once these two appeared, the level of the competition exceeded Doumei City’s century-old history and was endlessly memorable.
Not to mention that Zhao Feiyan’s palm dance kept many painters awake at night, and the paintings that they worked overtime were immediately sold out.
Li Qingzhao's poems were even more exquisite, and they fascinated many literati overnight.
Even some of the old scholars in Pingwen City went crazy. Xiao Luo, the envoy of Pingwen City, with his eyes black and blue, read the words and sentences over and over again, reluctant to sleep. When he came back to his senses, he remembered that he had forgotten to ask Yi An. At the residence of the layman, he came to the stage early to wait for Mu Zixiao, the lord of Weiyang City.
Muzixiao arrived not too late, but when she arrived, she attracted everyone's attention.
Xiao Luo wanted to go up and talk, but saw Nie Daiyu, the lord of Qing'an City, holding Mu Zixiao with an unhappy expression.
"Zixiao, brother Yuling came to see you yesterday?"
Muzixiao nodded very calmly, "Yes."
Nie Daiyu didn't expect Muzixiao to admit it so calmly, and asked in a low voice while suppressing her anger: "What did he say to you?"
"As you know, he was in a bad situation, so he asked me for help."
"Why is he in a bad situation instead of asking me, an acquaintance, for help, instead of looking for you?"
Facing Nie Daiyu's urgent inquiry, Muzixiao tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then said seriously: "This is a matter between you. I don't know why he didn't come to you."
In fact, Mu Zixiao already knew that Duan Yuling had already noticed Nie Daiyu's problem. If she could seize the power of the Tang family from Tang Yan, then she had an expert behind her.
Therefore, the initiative was never in Nie Daiyu's hands. Even if Nie Daiyu could save him, she would not save Meicheng for him.
"You clearly know that Yu Ling and my childhood sweetheart are in trouble together, why do you do this!"
Nie Daiyu looked angry, but she seemed a little anxious.
Muzixiao didn't know how to reply to this, so he raised his hand, and Jade Cat stood up, "Master would like to ask, are you saying this as the lord of Qing'an City, or are you questioning her as Nie Daiyu."
"This is a matter between the two of us. You actually asked your servant to deliver the message. Is our friendship so fragile?"
Jade Cat continued businesslikely: "You also know that the master is not good at words. Yesterday City Lord Duan left after saying a few words about a stick of incense. As for his proposal, Weiyang City must analyze it and discuss it at a meeting before making a decision. Please City Lord Nie Don't be impatient."
Although these words were said without emotion, they hit the point that Nie Daiyu wanted to know: Duan Yuling did not stay long, the attendants knew what was discussed, and even Mu Zixiao did not agree at all.
These messages were exactly what Nie Daiyu wanted. Although he could not completely tell the truth from the false, Nie Daiyu felt good about being able to detect it.
She immediately put on a smiling face and pulled Mu Zixiao's sleeve, "Zixiao, I was a little impatient and said something rude. Please forgive me."
Muzixiao didn't want to get entangled with her, so he nodded casually and sat back in his seat.
The city lords also took their seats. Duan Yuling was helped up to the Wutong platform today. He was still coughing. He sat weakly on the main seat and announced the start of the second day's competition.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ting stood up with the scroll in hand and said to everyone: "In the past, Doumei City competitions were divided into six categories: dance, talent, art, singing, policy, and appearance. All the city lords also submitted their registrations earlier. Today’s roster in Japan is for competitions in both art and singing. It’s just the same competition that everyone is tired of seeing. Today Doumei City will invalidate the registered rosters and announce the content of the competition before each competition.”
"Today's first event is still a competition, but there are some conditions for this competition. First, it must be a woman. Second, it must be a sword dance. Third, it cannot use spiritual power."
As he spoke, the registration list in his hand was burned up under the exclamations of everyone.
Xiao Luo slapped the table, "Isn't this blatant manipulation of the competition? Doesn't the beauty competition in Doumei City even have the spirit of competition?"
Lin Ting sneered, "The beauty competition is ultimately a competition for my beauty city, why do you, Pingwen City, interfere?"
"I agree!" Qi Han from Anyucheng looked at Mu Zixiao provocatively.
Mu Zixiao realized that if she won two games in a row, Qi Han would not be able to sit still. Lin Ting also knew that Duan Yuling was looking for her to cooperate and would kill her chances of winning today.
Nie Daiyu lowered her head and thought for a while, then said: "I agree!"
The two city masters of Yinshuang City and Jinhai City realized that Qing'an City and Anyu City had already spoken in favor, and there was no point in opposing it anymore, so they responded in a low voice: "Agree."
Xiao Luo sighed softly and sat back down.
Everyone's eyes turned to Muzixiao again.
I saw Mu Zixiao not moving like a mountain, taking a sip of tea, glancing at the people with different expressions, "Agree."
Because my talent pool is beyond your imagination.
