Lord Prime Minister

After about a quarter of an hour, the rather old butler came over and announced: "Zhang Lai, Chang Hongtao, Ren Danfeng...Liu Zhiyuan, Mu Zihuai...these People stay, others can go."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar. It took less than an hour to walk through the door, and they didn't do anything, so they lost like this?

Could it be that King Minqing played tricks on them?

Those who have announced to stay remain silent, while those who are about to leave for no reason feel resentful.

"We haven't done anything, why let us go?"

"That's right, that's right, I came all the way here, and I don't agree with letting me go like this."

......

Out of the [-] or so people who came in together, only a dozen or so people had their names read out, and the remaining [-] or so people immediately made a fuss. Those with better tempers were still furious, while those with lesser tempers were already clamoring for justice.

Mu Zihuai was also taken aback, could it be the reason why he was smiling just now?No, among the few people left behind, there are also quite a few lonely and high-definition ones. What is the standard of this King Minqing's selection, I really can't figure it out.

After standing here for a while, Mu Zihuai raised his eyebrows slightly after being dismissed by so many people. No matter what, he must be careful in the next step, and he must not be sent away unknowingly.

The old housekeeper calmed down, watched those people making trouble quietly, and then slowly said: "Let's all go, just now, my family, King Minqing, was already in the room upstairs, and watched everyone through the window for a quarter of an hour. Naxian's first level."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked up at the slightly open window, but there was no one there, presumably King Minqing had already left.

However, someone asked again immediately.

"Old butler, I just stood here with my hands behind my back, looking up at the sky, but what happened, I didn't say anything, what did this junior do wrong? How could I not be left behind?"

This question brought out everyone's thoughts, and everyone eagerly looked at the old housekeeper, hoping to get a convincing answer.

The old butler looked at the man carefully and sighed slightly.

"No mistake."

"Then why is it not liked by King Minqing?" the man asked.

The old butler moved his mouth and said, "You don't look good."

"Long... not good?"

stunned.

Everyone's heart was smashed into a big hole by this answer, and they stared at the indifferent old housekeeper with dumbfounded expressions.

Do you want to leave because you don't look good?

Could it be that the first test is about appearance?

The first hexagram of Wang Naxian of Minqing didn't test his intelligence or learning failure, but his appearance?Really unheard, unseen.

Mu Zihuai couldn't help touching his face, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that he had successfully entered the first level with this face.

Looking at those who didn't read their names, all of them have pockmarked faces like stars and disorganized facial features. Except for Ren Danfeng, the rest of them are also beautiful and handsome. King Minqing called them here and hid behind the window. After observing for such a long time, I was actually trying to tell which of them was beautiful and who was ugly.

Although it sounds absurd, it actually happened.In the capital city, King Minqing of Hua Minqing has a stubborn nature and likes to have fun. Everyone knows about it.

Otherwise, I felt a little resentful, but I still left under the leadership of the servant, and the person whose name was read together with Mu Zihuai stayed in place and waited quietly.

"The remaining gentlemen follow me to the front hall."

The old butler stepped forward to announce, and led the remaining dozen people to the furnished front hall.

The five princes of the emperor, King Hua Minqing who is well-known in the capital, the Mansion of Minqing Palace, which occupies a large area, is magnificent and luxurious. There are four red pillars in the front hall, and a four-clawed golden dragon is carved on each of them, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, lifelike.

Twelve futons are placed on the left and right in the hall, and a red sandalwood table is placed in front of each, on which various fruits and foods are placed, and there is a pot of wine on the oblique side of the table.

The front hall is covered with earth dragons, and the house is as warm as spring.Mu Zihuai stepped in and let out a comfortable breath.

The remaining 12 people took their seats one by one. Mu Zihuai was at the back. On the left was Ren Danfeng whom he had just met, and on the right was a young man in blue shirt who hadn't spoken since he sat down.Mu Zihuai didn't want to be passionately in love with a cold ass, so he chatted with Ren Danfeng for a few words, and they quickly became acquainted.

There are only twelve tables in the spacious front hall, but the upper seat where King Minqing should sit is empty, with only a green, red and emerald green line, covered by a screen of white birds wrapping around the tree.

Thinking of the inexplicable but mysterious first level just now, it seems that there must be a reason for the screen to be set here, maybe that King Minqing is watching their every move from behind the screen.

Thinking of this, Mu Zihuai sat upright with a warm smile on his face.

"Second stage, everyone, please show King Minqing your strengths. King Minqing is behind the screen. You don't have to worry about it, you can show it to your heart's content." Just like last time, the old butler took the words and stepped aside.

Mu Zihuai was stunned again.This is more about appearance and length, it is more like a beauty pageant than Naxian.

Different from Mu Zihuai's shock, almost as soon as the old butler stepped back, a young man in fluttering white clothes came forward, clasped his fists at the person behind the screen and made a bow, smiling and smiling, very beautiful.

"The villain's name is Kongqing. I have admired King Minqing for a long time. I know nothing else. I barely learned some dances. It is really an honor for the villain to present a piece of "Qing Shi Dang" to King Minqing today."

The music is light, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano echoes in the hall. The blue armrest is raised, the waist is stepped forward two steps, the clothes are flying, and the hairband is fluttering.Wu turned back to her sleeves, telling her lover what she wanted.

Sometimes lightly Shuyun hands, sometimes raising wrists and lowering eyebrows.The frightened male dies, the lonely female flies, and the wind returns to the hometown.The waist is slender and folded, leaning and low.

Combining rigidity and softness, with a certain degree of relaxation, this magi called Kongqing dances beautifully.But without losing the masculine tenacity, he showed his true colors when he raised his hands and threw his feet.

"It's vulgar!"

Just as he was enjoying watching, the man in blue shirt who had been silent sitting next to Mu Zihuai suddenly spoke and scolded.

The voice was not loud, but Mu Zihuai could hear clearly, turned his head to look, and saw that he turned his head to one side, with an angry expression on his face, as if Kongqing's dance had stained his eyes.

Mu Zihuai didn't realize it, on the contrary, the thinking of this ancient man was somewhat pedantic, and it was really biased for men to be said to be immoral while dancing.

However, seeing that other people also watched with gusto and enjoyed it, Mu Zihuai couldn't help but said: "This dance combines hardness and softness, it is very beautiful, why did you say that?"

The man looked back at Mu Zihuai, and said with some reluctance, "This Kongqing is the number one young lady in the Qingfeng Building in the capital. She learns to serve men on weekdays. Zhang Lai didn't know that he would come today too. Therefore, otherwise, I would never sit in the same hall with him!"

Mu Zihuai's heart skipped a beat, and he took a closer look at the dancing people in the hall.

Boy, boy?

This... this is not a joke, is it?Mr. Kongqing's body looks like a green pine on a rock, and he doesn't look like a young man with his gestures, how could it be?

I don't know if he was influenced by that person's words, but when Mu Zihuai looked again, he found that Kong Qing was swaying his waist and raising his hands with a little obsequiousness. It's wine, not water.

After taking a bite, Mu Zihuai's spicy brows were tightly frowned, and he took a few mouthfuls of vegetables to wash away the taste, but his face was dyed pink, just like a washed peach.

After dancing, Kong Qing raised one hand high, and put the other hand casually between her forehead, her body was fixed and her belt was still in place.

clap clap.

There was applause from behind the screen, but no words were spoken.

A smile bloomed on Kong Qing's face that had always been as plain as water, and Mu Zihuai was a little distracted for a moment. Although he was a man, this smile really captivated the country and turned all living beings upside down.

After bowing and retreating, Kong Qing was very excited, but his face didn't show it, his cheeks were slightly flushed after the activity, his watery eyes were sparkling, and he couldn't help but look behind the screen again and again.

It is rumored that Prince Hua is handsome, looks like Pan An, and has a bold personality. He has admired him for a long time. If he can really enter the Prince's Mansion today, then he...

Thinking of this, Kong Qing couldn't hide her joy, her cheeks blushed, her eyes fell on the screen, as if sitting in front of her was the prince she had admired for a long time.

Now that someone has already started, the next person no longer has any scruples.After reporting to his family, the sound of a flute fluttered out.

The tune is bleak, like resentment or admiration, like weeping or complaint.Green pines and green bamboos are independent from the world.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute still echoed in the hall, and the lingering sound lingered on the beams, with endless aftertaste.

After that, one after another, people came forward to perform their respective specialties, or played the piano and sang, or played music on buildings, or wrote and painted with ink.Even Ren Danfeng beside him also came forward to write a long poem as his specialty, but Mu Zihuai was the only one who sat on pins and needles watching each person finish the performance.