Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

"Then I'll get ready."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Xiao Wenshu went to prepare the carriage.

"Okay." Qingyu ran out, and her response came from outside the house.

He noticed the two people leaving. Why... He felt ignored...

"Your Highness... Your Highness, do you need to tell me anything? I will go and stop Miss Qingyu right away." Qianyun asked as if he understood.

He lowered his head and continued to handle his affairs. "No need."

This woman has always been like this. It's my fault for being too indulgent towards her.

After a while, I thought she had left, but she stuck her head out of the door.

"Your Highness, you haven't told me yet? Will you come?"

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, and responded, "It depends on the situation."

"But I hope you will come," she said frankly, blinking her watery eyes illuminated by the light.

He was startled, she said she hoped...

Seeing that he didn't respond, perhaps because she didn't want to give him another chance to reject her, she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Good night, Your Highness."

"Jiang..." He wanted to say something, but she was gone.

This woman must have done it on purpose.

When she returned to Huanxiang Pavilion, Hua Niang was already waiting for her.

"Miss Qingyu, I believe you already know your mission." She and Hua Niang walked in the Huanxiang Pavilion. Today's banquet was already halfway through and was noisy and lively.

Hearing Hua Niang's words, Qing Yu nodded.

"Then I will explain to Miss Qingyu the process of the competition, which are the things that Miss Qingyu has learned."

"Poetry, music, and dance, no matter which of these three, as long as it wins the audience's favor and is the most popular, it will be the ultimate oiran..."

Hua Niang explained to her the detailed process and the key to winning, which is that the audience likes it.

She looked at the dancers who were dancing in the audience, controlling their movements with ease to the music.

"Hua Niang, what chances do you think I have of winning?" She asked calmly, and there was no detectable emotion hidden in her expression.

After hesitating, Hua Niang shook her head slightly, as if she didn't want to hit her, but the facts were before her.

“Very slim.”

"Miss Qingyu, you are very talented. You have reached a level that others cannot reach even after practicing dancing for several years, and you have a feeling that you will never be able to achieve in your lifetime."

"What's it like?" Perhaps even if you are in it, you cannot accurately understand what Hua Niang means.

"You should be able to feel your own charm, voice, and emotions all running through your body." For Hua Niang, who has practiced dancing for many years, this is her most powerful advantage and her most unique charm.

"But you said there was little hope."

"That's right, Miss Qingyu, you still need time. Two months is too short. If you were given another half a year, you would be the most beautiful girl. But now..." Hua Niang sighed helplessly, her frustrated heart seemed to be about to give up.

Qing Yu turned his gaze to the audience below the stage. Listening to the music, talking and laughing, enjoying the fun, it seemed not enough, this was not enough...

At this moment, the joy of her dancing today surged into her heart, and suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.

She curled her lips and chuckled, "Haha, I don't think I will lose."

"What do you mean?" Hua Niang looked at her questioningly.

"Hua Niang, I need your help."

She whispered this amazing idea into Hua Niang's ear.

"This... you can try, but, are you sure? You only have four days." Hua Niang thought her method was feasible and a good idea, but the time was too short and the risk was too great.

As her determined brows gradually lowered, "OK."

She will definitely not lose this competition!

……

Suddenly, the day for selecting the oiran has arrived.

Since the afternoon, the Huanxiang Pavilion has been bustling with people.

People gathered in Huanxiang Pavilion. Many regular customers and dignitaries were sitting in the center below the stage and in the corridors at the best viewing positions. They were all looking forward to seeing which girl would be the most beautiful courtesan selected today.

At this time, Hua Niang had someone dress up Qingyu. Her hair was tied up high behind her head. Her face was delicate and fair, with pink rouge spread on her cheeks. Her willow-like eyebrows were slightly raised, and her thick eyelashes perfectly highlighted her gem-like eyes.

Her red lips are like two petals stuck together, soft yet retaining her own charm.

"Qing Yu."

Just as she was staring at the clothes lying on the ground in thought, Xiao Wenshu happened to arrive.

"Wen Shu? Why are you here?"

"Can't wait to come over..." Xiao Wenshu was about to encourage her, but was startled when she turned around.

Qing Yu has always been stunningly beautiful, but in his heart she is more like a little girl who has not grown up. But today, he can no longer ignore her peerless beauty.

"Qing Yu... is so beautiful." Xiao Wenshu couldn't help but admire.

Qing Yu smiled, raised his eyebrows and outlined the corners of his lips, and deliberately moved closer to Wen Shu, "Hehehe, Master, you like it."

Xiao Wenshu suddenly became nervous and avoided her gaze stiffly, pursing his lips awkwardly.

"Qing Yu... stop teasing me, you have to go soon."

Qing Yu's smile suddenly stopped, "Yes! But my dress..."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wenshu then noticed the clothes placed on the ground.

"Mrs. Hua prepared two outfits for me, but I'm worried."

"It's okay Qingyu, I'll help you watch it."

"Really?"

"But... Wenshu won't be able to see me playing the piano." She inadvertently revealed a bit of loss, she just hoped that someone could accompany her.

At this moment, Xiao Wenshu suddenly patted her on the shoulder, vaguely aware of what she was thinking, "Qingyu, you must be fine."

She met Xiao Wenshu's gaze, which trusted her more than she did, and asked, "Really?"

"Of course, keep going, I'll recite poems and play music with Qing Yu in the future."

"Okay." Perhaps with Wen Shu's sincere encouragement, the wavering heart became firm.

She came to the center of Huanxiang Pavilion, where the girls were already waiting.

The venue was specially decorated today, with reddish brown and gold as the main colors, and other colors interspersed among them. The lanterns illuminated by colored rice paper were colorful.

It is like stepping into some wonderful wonderland, with magnificent buildings, golden splendor, fragrant wine filling the air, and delicious food placed on each table. At this moment, people no longer worry about anything and share the joy.

Qing Yu entered from the back and sat in front of a small table on which were placed paper and pens. A translucent white curtain covered the girls' faces, and their looming figures added more mystery.

As soon as she came in, she paid special attention to the dignitaries in front of her and quickly caught a familiar figure.

That is Jiang Mo.

It seems that this is what Xiao Yanqing wants. She will not lose! Absolutely not!

At this point, the topics for the poems had been listed. As soon as they were put on the stage, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the audience, which sounded more like excitement that was difficult to conceal.

Qing Yu looked up and saw, "Love is joyful from morning till night, and our hearts are entangled forever."

She couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed a couplet from a brothel, it was really full of "deep meaning".

She was just thinking about what to say when she heard exclamations of praise from below.

"As expected of Miss Kuiyue, you answered it well."

"Haha, Miss Kuiyue is really amazing. She is so talented in writing."

Then she noticed the person in front of her, it was Aoi Yue, what a coincidence.

Kuiyue had already noticed her and subconsciously turned around to look at her, the smile on her lips full of contempt and disdain, as if telling her how strong she was and that she was just wasting her efforts.

Qing Yu naturally didn't care about it. He suddenly had an idea and picked up his pen to write down the poem.

Sure enough, as soon as it was exhibited, there was a burst of excited clamor.

"Hehe, is this Qingwu girl a newcomer?"

"Haha, this is really interesting. Who does the 'Qing' at the end refer to?" Obviously, everyone was curious about the word Qing.

Of course, this also includes Xiao Yanqing who was watching this scene in the dark, but he paid attention to one more thing than others.

He stared at the poem she wrote, his pupils constricted.

"Love is joyful from morning till night, and our hearts are forever connected."

"Love is deep and deep, and I will never give up. The bond between us is only for you."

His eyes subconsciously lingered on the words "Yan" and "Qing".

Is it his name? Or...

What on earth did this woman mean? Was she teasing him?

At this moment, Qing Yu on the stage had a faint smile on his face.

"Yan Qing", will he come?

Haha, he will definitely come.