Shen Yue works so hard, of course, because Feng Lin made a promise to her.
As long as she can successfully attract the crowd, after the success, she will be packaged and dedicated to the emperor of today.
This condition sounded unbelievable, as if she would suffer no matter what she thought. After all, she is the one who puts on the stage to sing and performs hard, and it will be her who is given away as a gift when the time comes.
But it's not.
To be a concubine in the palace, a brothel oiran is certainly not qualified. In other words, Zhao Guangyi did not have the courage and confusion to resist the pressure of scholar-bureaucrats and give an identity to a brothel girl. In fact, the robot beauties presented by Feng Lin were all just playthings, and their existence would not leave any positive, named names in the history of the Song Dynasty.
But even if you are a prostitute, have served the emperor, and have eaten dragon essence, it is different.
From then on, no one dared to offend.
Some businesses, once you get in, you can't get out.
Shen Yue was very open-minded, so she readily agreed to Feng Lin's proposal.
She is no longer just a young lady, there is nothing to look at.
Now, with her superb dancing skills, she can still maintain her position as the oiran of Zuihua House for the time being, and her food and clothing expenses are like those of a young lady from a wealthy family. But if a few years pass and her beauty fades with age, those princes and nobles who once fell in love with her will have new prey. Sooner or later she will be eliminated.
Life is inherently realistic, and in this industry, this reality is of course particularly strong.
And Feng Lin actually didn't mind the stigma that introducing a brothel girl to the emperor would bring to him... In fact, he didn't have a good reputation for a long time.
And with the help of his 'elixir', no matter how advanced the skills of the robot are, Zhao Guangyi will gradually 'understand' them all. After a while, he will get tired of them.
At this time, you need to change the pattern.
Combining art with body art is a great choice.
Shen Yue is very talented, ambitious and determined. With a little guidance, it is not difficult to become a charming woman who can confuse the king for a while.
Some people always think that appearance comes first. With good looks, all problems are solved.
This thinking concept is correct, but not entirely correct.
Everything has a limit.
Just by looking good, you can deceive young people who are ignorant or poor.
However, when the appearance reaches a certain level and level, when it comes to the difference... How can it be really like the scores on the paper, so clearly divided, and judged as good or bad? The concepts of 80% beauty and 90% beauty are subjective and artificial. In fact, it really has nothing to do with personal qualities.
To use a slight analogy, who is more beautiful, Zhao Xiaogu or Yang Dami?
If you throw this question out, it will be difficult to draw a conclusion and answer.
After all, everyone's orientation is different.
What really distinguishes the difference is not only temperament and talent, but also brains and means.
Shen Yue had some brains, and with Feng Lin helping her with suggestions, she could win the king's heart and become famous for a while.
At this time, this drama was eye-catching, and it was also arranged by Feng Lin for her.
Red clothes, white snow, bare feet...these are the highlights of the entire performance.
These highlights will become labels and imprints, firmly imprinting the entire picture and scene into people's impressions and consciousness, making them unforgettable.
Just like some scenes, you also need to forget when and where it happened and who you witnessed it with.
But you will always think of it from time to time, and then continue to render it in your memory, making it more beautiful, sincerely recalling it, and even searching for it subconsciously.
Green waist dance originated in the Tang Dynasty and is a soft dance.
There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. Hua Yan Jiuqiu twilight, flying sleeves blowing over the clouds and rain.
Shen Yue exuded the softness and charm of this dance to the extreme.
But Feng Lin was sitting on the second floor with the curtains drawn.
Beauty alone may not attract the crowd.
After all, at this time, some people have already recovered, some are looking for bids from the madam, and some people have already sadly left, knowing that they will never have a chance to marry each other for the rest of their lives.
Of course...it cannot be denied that not everyone is driven by instinct.
In this world, there are always some touches that make people unable to reject their conscience.
Xie Yundao replaced the crazy Aunt Liu and recovered the bones of her three sons who died in the battle. Nine years later, he still kept his promise.
Whether it's for show or not, it's enough to move people's hearts.
This seems to be a kind of reincarnation, and also seems to be a kind of unforgettable memory, which must have echoes.
It is also a feeling that the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life.
"Beauties in red and friends in white, we sing together in the morning and drink together in the evening." A clear voice came down from the second floor.
Shen Yue's hurried dance steps and her twisted waist paused slightly.
The entire Zuihua Building was quiet for a moment.
"The world says that I am in love with Chen Liu..."
"Actually, I only love Chen Liu!"
The place of Bianzhou was called Chenliu in the past.
During the Song Dynasty, poetry became even more popular.
But this does not mean that people have lost their ability to appreciate and yearn for good poetry.
It's just that since the Tang Dynasty, there have been too many famous poets and celebrities, and it seems that all the romantic ones have been taken over. If the latecomers are together, they are destined to be dim and dull. It is better to start a new one than just this.
A good poem naturally caused a sensation in the entire Zuihua Tower.
The people who have been lost seem to be returning.
Of course, there are not only these people in the entire Bianjing City who are being pulled back and forth by Feng Lin and Xie Yundao.
If they were all activated, let alone Feng Lin and Xie Yundao.
Even if there are ten or eight more people, all gathered around to watch the tricks, it is completely enough.
It's just that... the vast majority of the people are busy making a living and trapped in life. The busy labor has squeezed out all their energy and thoughts, and they have long since lost any more concern for the outside world, because that would seem luxury.
If you really have the time, go gossip and watch the excitement.
If they are not some dandy, lazy and idle people, they are some people who happen to be free at this time and take a break from their busy schedule.
As a result, the overall quantity is of course limited.
"Chen Yue thanks the Imperial Master for adding the poem." On the stage, Shen Yue saluted Feng Lin Yingying from a distance, her willow waist was slender and she was dancing gracefully. Even if she was just saluting, she looked very graceful.
Feng Lin's voice seemed to be filled with emotion for a moment.
"That's all! I didn't write it for you. I just watched your dance today and felt something in my heart, recalling some past events." At this point, he suddenly paused and broke into pieces.
Even though many people want to explore the story behind it, they are unable to do so, and the fire of gossip is burning brightly.
At this moment, suddenly, a rainbow light came from a distance.
With a crash, the gauze curtain pulled down by Feng Lin split open.
Looking closely, he saw that it was a flying sword that had hit Feng Lin directly in the face.
The sword came suddenly without any warning.
Feng Lin instinctively urged Xing Ziwen to avoid the first blow.
This flying sword was like a tarsal maggot, always chasing Feng Lin.
With a flick of his long sleeve, the thunder sword fell into Feng Lin's hand.
The first sword in the floating world...the sword broke and the residual dream came into being.
A sword struck out, and everything in front of him seemed like a dream, about to be torn apart by this sword.
The flying sword that flew towards Feng Lin was also hit hard by the thunder sword.
The moment the sword collided with the flying sword, Feng Lin's whole body was shaken, and he couldn't resist the huge force and took a small step back.
"Such a powerful and pure sword energy, who took action? If it weren't for my lightning sword, which has its own magical power, just relying on my own true? Niu? The speed would be overwhelming! Chan Gou Tuo Pao Huo!! 狈order?? Cold sweat broke out on my back.
