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

After the poetry recital is over, the second act is music.

At this stage, all the girls were eager to show their faces and figures to the viewers, except her.

She was on the stage, her face covered with a veil, playing music calmly and freely for the audience. Perhaps out of curiosity about her mysterious personality and appearance, the audience began to talk about her.

"What kind of person is this Miss Qingwu? Why is she so mysterious?" The men began to discuss with each other.

Qingwu is her name in Huanxiang Pavilion. In this game, she must arouse all the curiosity of the spectators, which means she is placing all her hopes of winning on the next game.

"Yes, I guess she will take off her veil in the next show. I guess I have to be patient."

"Haha, that's right. I guess she is a stunning beauty."

"What if it's just that my appearance isn't outstanding enough..."

"Impossible. There are so many beauties in Huanxiang Pavilion. This Qingwu girl must be extraordinary..."

The speculation about her continued until the end, especially because her only exposed eyes were as bright and dazzling as the starry sky, enough to make people linger.

"What's wrong?" A man saw that Jiang Mo was silent.

"Master Jiang finally let you out, why are you still in this state?" the man couldn't help but joke.

But Jiang Mo's eyes remained on Qing Yu until the performance ended.

"Do you think this woman looks familiar?" Jiang Mo's brows tightened. Although the temperament exuded by this woman was very unique and unfamiliar, he seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere.

"You mean this Miss Qingwu can tell just by looking at her eyes?" The man fanned the folding fan in his hand, seeming not to believe it.

"I'm not kidding you." Jiang Mo's face was serious. Now he had to be careful at all times.

The man shook his head helplessly, as if he was used to his hot temper. "Don't be nervous. Wait a little longer. She will definitely take off her veil in the next show."

Jiang Mo's eyes were fixed on Qing Yu's departing back, hoping that he was just overthinking.

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Xiao Yanqing on the other side was observing Jiang Mo's every move. He must have seen the clues. Jiang Qingyu did not disappoint him. The effect of just these two games was extraordinary.

Just listening to the crowd's praise, curiosity, and even ridicule of her, he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart that made him very unhappy.

"Brother." Xiao Wenshu approached quietly from the side.

"Where did you go?" Xiao Yanqing asked coldly.

"Help Qingyu with a small favor. How is it, brother? Is Qingyu doing well?" Xiao Wenshu sat down and couldn't wait to understand the situation.

He took a sip of the tea on the table and said, "It went well."

Xiao Wenshu paid attention to his brother's expression. Since Shunli looked so unhappy, he immediately looked at Qianyun beside him, wanting to get the answer.

Seeing that His Highness did not stop him, Qian Yun spoke up, "Miss Qingyu's performance was wonderful, especially... the poem."

Despite this, Qianyun still timidly paid attention to His Highness's expression.

"What kind of poem?" Xiao Wenshu was suddenly curious.

It was not until Qianyun repeated it that he understood where his brother's ugly expression came from.

As expected of Qing Yu, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but in short, this poem is wonderful.

It was as if the brother felt that he was being teased by her, but he couldn't tell why.

Xiao Wenshu suppressed the upward curve of his lips and quickly changed the subject, "The last match is about to begin... Qingyu should appear in the middle or late game."

At this point, the scene changed and more than a dozen musicians had taken their seats on the sidelines.

The music started, the sound lingered in the air, and the dancers' graceful and unpredictable movements made all of us feel pleasing to the eye, astonished, and applauded continuously.

Qing Yu in the back changed his clothes and took the round fan handed to him by Hua Niang. Everything was ready.

It will be her turn soon. From her perspective throughout the entire event, Aoi Yue is indeed the most influential, and many people are constantly shouting Aoi Yue's name.

"Miss Qingyu, it's your turn." After finishing, Kuiyue passed by her and left these words.

The faint smile on the corner of his mouth caught her attention. Kuiyue did the same when he was reciting poems, as if she was ready to laugh at her and mock her for not being able to win. Why was that?

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something. The clothes, dresses and accessories were all personally checked by Wen Shu, so there would be no problem. So it was the round fan that was made in a hurry.

She stared at the fan in her hand, her fingers slightly turning the handle, and then she noticed something strange about the fan.

So that's how it is. This kind of thing really does exist.

"Are you ready?" Hua Niang walked up to her.

She was slightly startled, nodded after thinking, and walked onto the stage with a round fan covering her face as her name was called from above.

"Qing Yu is out!" Xiao Wenshu was so excited that he almost stood up.

"Look, it's that Qingwu girl!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on her. She was the most mysterious and anticipated person among all the people.

Qing Yu was seen wearing a golden dance dress decorated with red. Her gold and silver jewelry made crisp and pleasant sounds as she walked, which immediately touched people's hearts.

With an orange-red shawl wrapped around her arms and a platinum round fan covering her face, she looks like a gorgeous beauty standing on the stage.

But her magic does not lie here. When the music starts, people can't wait to see the beauty hidden behind the fan. As the dance moves, her face appears vaguely, making people feel uneasy.

Suddenly, the rhythm of music sounded, and as the rotation progressed, her face was finally visible. She was an unparalleled beauty, so charming and stunning that people kept praising her. Just as people were immersed in her pitiful beauty.

At this moment, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, a gentle smile blended with her dance moves, and every step she took, seemed to be permeated with emotions at this moment, and the jingling chains under her ankles were all infused with her tender emotions.

Just as people were led by her step by step to determine that this would be a gentle and heartwarming dance, the music suddenly changed and became intense and passionate.

Her limbs, the round fan in her hand, and her body seemed to be gradually leaving her arms and falling. She seemed to have noticed it, her brows furrowed, her smile disappeared, and she became timid and fearful, unwilling and reluctant.

As she spun and jumped, the shawl almost completely wrapped her up, as if it were a restraint on her. Finally, she fell to the ground, angry and in pain, no longer able to hide her emotions.

People's hearts began to be closely tied to her at this moment. They even held their breath involuntarily and were unable to think from the emotions they were immersed in.

She hugged herself tightly on the ground, and the round fan in her hand seemed to be close and distant, just like her initial dependence, and now she is unable to let go.

Just as people's hearts were settling down with her, suddenly, the music changed again. The ghostly melody led her to stand up step by step on the ground. This time, her tenacity was full of all her charm.

The round fan covered her face again. This time, the fan seemed to have a crack. People could see her tenacious right eye through the fan, just like the growth of a girl.

The round fan slipped off, and she grinned, revealing a wanton and perfect smile, as if she was injected with victory, seizing people's minds. They wanted to see her state of mind at the moment, ignoring any timidity and pain, with only a fearless and strong heart.

No one knows when she threw the round fan away, as if she no longer needed its protection. She blossomed completely and freely. At this moment, people discovered that her black pupils were filled with tears.

Why is this happening? Why does a strong and free heart feel pain?

As the music gradually slowed down, she put her hands close to her heart, smiled seductively, and tears seemed to flicker in the corners of her eyes, and then it ended and stopped.