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The Hundred Flowers Festival, a well-chosen name. The Tai Cang government is inviting outstanding women from all over Tai Cang, showcasing their beauty, and selecting the most exceptional woman in Qingzhou Tai Cang.

The one who wins the top spot will be named the 'Chief Flower Queen' and be granted an official position. It can be said that fame and fortune come in one day, leading to a meteoric rise. It's just like the imperial examination, winning fame and success.

Such a sensational event is rare in Da Qian. Since ancient times, men have been considered strong and women weak. When has anyone ever seen a woman being granted an official position? As a result, women from within a hundred miles have come, all of them self-proclaimed outstanding and proud girls.

Jiang Wen arrived at the venue, which was a rather large place. It was surrounded by girls of various appearances, truly a hundred flowers in bloom, each with a different charm. It dazzled the viewers on the high platform and confused the hearts of the men in the city. They were always thinking of one, yet falling for the next.

Such a grand occasion caused this area of Tai Cang City to be packed. Everyone was putting in their best effort, just wanting to see who the Flower Queen of this Hundred Flowers Festival would be.

And the lords of Tai Cang were comfortably sitting in a high pavilion not far away, with maids fanning them and servants offering sweet tea. They chatted and laughed, enjoying themselves immensely. Compared to those mud-legged people who were sweating profusely, they were truly enjoying themselves to the fullest.

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In the middle seat, a pot-bellied man in a red official robe held a teacup and smiled, chatting and laughing softly with a tall, thin old man beside him.

"Why haven't I seen Immortal Master Su come?" the Prefect asked with a low brow and a smile.

"He doesn't like such scenes, so he declined the invitation." The tall, thin old man stroked his beard, his eyes staring straight at the venue of the pavilion, his gaze wandering among the dresses, his expression revealing nothing.

"That's really a pity. This official still wanted to ask Immortal Master Su about some things." The Prefect sighed, seemingly regretting not being able to see Immortal Master Su. He took a sip of tea and opened his mouth, and a maid beside him stretched out her slender hand and put a piece of pastry into his mouth.

Jiang Wen ignored these things and came to the resting place.

Perhaps due to hostility, few women gave him a good look. After all, there were only a few spots on the Morning Flower List, and everyone present was a competitor. Jiang Wen's appearance was outstanding and his figure was impeccable, so he naturally became a major concern for the women.

The sword light was like snow, scattered in the third month of spring. The green shirt was like a butterfly, dancing gracefully in the snowflakes. The sound of the sword was soft, and accompanied by the sword dance, it actually played a passionate song. Truly, there was a beauty in the past, whose sword dance moved all directions.

As the two were talking, they heard the sound of gongs and drums ringing in the venue. It was the official start of the Hundred Flowers Festival. The nobles upstairs perked up their spirits, wanting to see the elegance of this place.

Until the green shirt ended and the colorful butterfly folded its wings, everyone came back to their senses and carefully savored this sword dance, which was rare in the mortal world.

"It was the idea of Chen, the rich man from the north of the city. This official also thinks it's good," the Prefect said with satisfaction.

In the crowd, he saw Mo Xiang, who was excitedly holding the zither and sword, looking out among the girls.

Standing in front of the old woman, his aura alone made the old woman afraid to move for a long time. The old woman leaned forward to look at him, and then rated him as 'superior' on his name.

As Jiang Wen walked in, his green shirt swayed with the gentle breeze. The women in the pavilion all looked over, their expressions varied. In the shadows, he seemed to have the potential to overwhelm all the beauties.

Anyone who was confident in their appearance would want to be at the top of the list and become the Flower Queen, winning the title of the most beautiful woman in Tai Cang City?

The human world is like this, both men and women have hearts for fame and fortune.

"Lu Xueqi, superior. Next one, Wang Caiyun."

He was thinking of having her participate, and it didn't matter if she got a ranking and made it onto the list in the end. At worst, Li Yunshang would take her away.

One of the old women in purple looked him up and down, and then said softly, "Please show us your talent, Miss Lu."

"Immortal Master can rest assured that the women on this Morning Flower List are definitely one in a million."

Seemingly noticing that someone was staring at her, Mo Xiang turned her head and saw a cold fairy looking at her. She was stunned for a moment, not remembering if she had ever met this person. She politely nodded in response, and the other party also nodded appropriately.

After withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Wen didn't pay attention to Mo Xiang anymore. It was almost his turn, and the number he reported was also four hundred and thirty.

The Hundred Flowers Festival has three levels: appearance, art, and talent. The first and foremost is the judgment of appearance.

"Yes." Jiang Wen responded, and then drew his sword. Following the swordsmanship taught by Li Yunshang, he immediately danced a 'Floating Goblet and Winding Stream'.

Jiang Wen mingled among the girls, walking forward expressionlessly. He could feel many eyes cast on him, wantonly spying on everything about him. He was used to this kind of thing. It would be strange if his outstanding appearance and refined temperament didn't attract people.

In a green shirt, holding a sword and standing alone, he was truly a fairy from a story, peerless and independent.

Jiang Wen nodded silently and walked into the venue.

"I'm making a fool of myself." Jiang Wen said coldly. The three women breathed a sigh of relief and wrote their evaluations on the names, handing them to the next examiner.

The Prefect chewed, and then seemed to think of something and asked the old man again, "Immortal Master, that matter of mine..."

If we're talking about beauty, it's naturally beautiful beyond compare. It dazzled the three women and stunned the girls waiting to participate.

Jiang Wen saw the entrance, where several old women were looking at the girls who were going to participate. Those with slight flaws in their appearance were all rejected by them. Many girls with beautiful appearances but slight blemishes on their faces were eliminated, and they could only cover their faces and leave sadly.

This girl has quite a competitive spirit. She looks weak and gentle, but she has a strong will in her bones. Jiang Wen originally didn't agree to her participating in the Hundred Flowers Festival, but she still convinced him. Later, he and Li Yunshang learned about the behind-the-scenes meaning of this Hundred Flowers Festival, but they didn't stop her.

This place was a spacious pavilion, with lotus flowers scattered around the pools. The pavilion was filled with beautiful girls, all with graceful appearances and excellent figures. They were either whispering to each other, or thinking alone, or playing the zither and singing softly, it was extremely lively.

"Lu Xueqi from Qingzhou, talent, superior."

Jiang Wen pretended not to see their hostility, found a place, and sat next to Mo Xiang.

Perhaps seeing his cold temperament, Mo Xiang was also a little scared and shrank back, trying to make some space. Jiang Wen found these little actions funny, but pretended not to see them.

He glanced at Mo Xiang, and then asked softly, "What's your name, little sister?"