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After a short while, a group of young eunuchs carried paper and ink towards the various court ladies.

Her Majesty had ordered that the young lady who was performing must write "Birthday" so that the emperor could calculate her fate.

Bai Zhixi looked at the brush and ink in front of her, frowning. How did she know when this body was born? When the old general saw her current state, he glared at her and snorted. Then, he picked up his brush and wrote the word 'birth.'

"Grandfather, you can't blame Little Sister Xi for this. She was so stupid in the past that she couldn't even remember who she was? How can I remember my birthday? "

Bai Zhiyuan glanced at her, and a faint trace of disdain appeared on his lips in the blink of an eye. Replacing it was a gentle smile, but within that smile, was an indescribably gentle and elegant smile, and words that were like orchids.

The surrounding people all looked towards Bai Zhixi with sympathetic gazes, but there were some that sneered.

"Big Sis is right. If little sister was a foolish person in the past, then wouldn't it be a huge joke if she could remember her birthdate?" Then the Prime Minister's Estate is under the charge of deceiving the monarch. Will the sisters and I still be able to sit here and drink tea safely? "

A trace of coldness surfaced on Bai Zhixi's peerlessly beautiful face. She was as prideful and uninhibited as a red plum in full bloom in winter. The surrounding people were all frightened when she said such outrageous words. They looked at her as if she were a fool, as if she was still that foolish girl from before.

When she said that, Old General Bai slapped her on the head. Her pitch black eyes were filled with an endless chill, causing people to shiver.

"Xi Er, don't speak nonsense!"

Hearing that, Bai Zhixi's eyes were bright with anticipation, staring at your man on the stage, she woke up with a start. How could she forget that she should never have said such a thing?

After a long time, the sound of a warm applause rang out, pulling her back to reality.

On the stage sat two fresh and refined women, one with a lute in hand and the other with a short Xiao. He tried his best on the stage in an attempt to attract the attention of the princes and princes. Thinking about it, those women had really used all the means they had to find a good future for themselves in order to enter the palace.

But was the palace really as good as he thought?

Bai Zhixi could not help but twitch his mouth, looking towards the prince's seat, only to realize that Jun Mohan was also looking at her.

Since he didn't have enough time to retract his gaze, he could only brazenly look at Ye Zichen and wink at him, indicating for him to drink.

She didn't expect to attract the burning gazes of the crowd. It was like a fire burning, as if she had done something wicked.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and quietly sat in a corner drinking tea. It was light and tasteless. Recalling the pair of familiar eyes from a moment ago, his heart throbbed, and his face flushed red, unable to disperse the cold wind.

However, this scene fell into the eyes of many people. They were all scornful, angry, and speechless. Each of them had their own merits.

However, Bai Zhixi did not care about all these. If she could not even endure this small detail, then how was she going to continue with the play?

"May I invite the fourth group: Zuo Xiang Fu, Bai Zhiru, and General Zhao Ze Han."

The eunuch gave the order loudly, and Bai Zhiru and a fat lady walked up the stage.

Bai Zhiru was dressed in a pale-white palace attire. Her elegance exuded an ethereal aura. The wide skirt wound behind her back, elegant and luxurious. Her black jade like hair was simply tied up in a bun. A few plump and smooth pearls randomly added in, causing her cloud-like hair to appear even more soft and smooth. Her beautiful eyes overflowed with splendor, and her red lips rippled with a faint smile. Because she was the empress's adopted daughter, she was treated like a princess.

Seeing Zhao Zhaohan next to her, Bai Zhixi suddenly remembered a poem she had read, "Wei Feng Shuo Ren". Her hands were soft, her skin creamy. "Her collar is like that of a lotus, her teeth like that of a gourd, and her head like that of a moth." This sentence was perfect for Zhao Ze Han. In ancient times, this beauty of thin was also a strange existence.

Not long later, the two of them bowed to everyone. They were truly talented.

Bai Zhiru was elegantly sitting on the carpet, her delicate fingers continuously strumming the zither. The zither music was melodious, like a tall mountain, like flowing water, gurgling and gurgling. Anyone who heard it would feel as if they were admiring the most beautiful scenery of nature, causing them to feel relaxed and happy.

She could be said to play < Water Lotus > to perfection. Everyone was intoxicated by her beautiful zither music, unable to extricate themselves from it.

On the side, Zhao Ze Han could only use the word 'awkward' to describe her. Bai Zhiru played with her zither gently, while she brandished her blade at the side, the waves becoming more intense, everyone only saw a ball of fat trembling, the ground shaking and the mountains shaking, the scene was extremely strange, completely out of place. For some inexplicable reason, he wanted to laugh, but due to the majesty of the imperial family, he didn't dare to act presumptuously, so he could only lower his head and hold it in.

As the dance closed, everyone continued to enjoy the scene, the warm applause continued without end. The emperor was overjoyed and various rewards rushed towards Bai Zhiru. However, she bowed humbly before heading back to her seat. When he walked in front of Jun Mohan, he gave him a meaningful look that made it difficult for people to fathom his meaning.

When Zhao Ze Han saw that she had lost, she walked down with her heavy body behind her. Her eyes looked desolate and dejected. Although she had expected this to happen, she still found it hard to accept it.

As the song fell and the song started, it was replaced with a chilling one; the strong preyed on the weak, and power ruled the strong. This was an unchanging saying in ancient times.

In a trance, the two young ladies of the Shangguan family were perfect in their swordplay. Bai Zhiyuan and Situ Die from the Right Prime Minister's Residence carried Bai Zhiyuan onto the stage. Their clothes were actually the same, and everyone in capital knew that the Empress's niece and the daughter of Prime Minister Bai were best friends.

Soon after, rows and rows of dancers filed in. The two of them were tightly surrounded by the dancers, so close that no wind could penetrate, giving people a mysterious feeling.

Suddenly, the music started playing and the dancers scattered in all directions. The two of them stood in the middle of the stage and smiled at each other in tacit understanding. They then danced on the stage. Dancing posture light and nimble, body as light as a swallow, body as soft as clouds, arms as soft as boneless, step by step like lotus dancing posture, like the butterflies dancing between the flowers, like the babble of water, like the moon in the mountains, like the sunlight in the alleyway, like the dew on the tip of a lotus leaf, make me like drinking wine, drunk to the point of being unable to control myself.

With a single dance, Qingcheng fell to the ground like a flower falling to the ground. After the dance ended, the spectators were all mesmerized by the scene before them, filled with an indescribable aftertaste.

Warm and deafening applause rang out from all directions. The two of them bowed towards the crowd and walked down like sisters.

When the empress saw that their talents were evenly matched, she frowned and whispered something into the palace maid's ear. The palace maid then took the hint and walked towards the emperor, respectfully handing over the note.

Following that, only Bai Zhixi and Shangguan Jingyan had not stepped onto the stage yet.

However, this was also what everyone was looking forward to the most. One was the most talented girl in the Eastern Prefecture, while the other was the one who had recovered from her stupidity after more than ten years. It was unknown who would emerge victorious from this silent smoke.

Without the slightest bit of sleepiness, everyone was fully focused on waiting for this match.

Bai Zhixi took in the expressions of all the people, and a sneer formed on his lips. Now that she had chosen to face it, she wanted to amaze the world with a single move, making those who had looked down on her change their view of her.

The palace maids carried eight battle drums and placed them on eight different positions. After which, the enchanting dancers dressed in red muslin clothes all filed into the hall. They stood on the stage in a posture similar to flowers blooming, quietly waiting.

The hall was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the arrival of the first talented girl.

Suddenly, the clear and melodious sound of a guzheng came out. Shangguan Jingyan, covered by a silk scarf, slowly walked over while hugging a lute dancer. When everyone had walked onto the stage, the dancers' slender fingers began to stroke the lute, and a burst of clear sound transmitted through the air, just like the weary sound of a nightingale in the evening, drowsy, gentle and tactful, and after a long while, the rhythm lightened up, as if the moon had risen into the sky, and the nightingale fell into a trance under the moonlight, letting out a gentle singing voice. Gradually, the sound spread out in all directions, and the nightingale's singing stopped, its wings breaking the full moon.

After a long while, the sound of the lute suddenly stopped, and Shangguan Jingyan, who was in the midst of the crowd, revealed her moon-like appearance, sleeping and sleeping with the spring water on her face like cream.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she slowly raised her head, giving everyone a faint smile. Her right hand was raised slightly, and she turned her head slightly, flicking out her water sleeve. The water sleeve covered her face, giving her the feeling that she was hugging the lute halfway. Her slender, jade-like hands were like a slow stream, calm and quiet. The stream gurgled, and birds chirped and flowers blossomed. Green grass and wild flowers bloomed as if there was a storm, and waves crashed against the shore. One melody shook the world.

All of a sudden, the zither music changed to a gentle and gentle sound as it violently surged with thousands of horses galloping. The song "Ten Faces Ambush" resounded throughout the hall like a hot knife through butter, surging with passion and not dissipating for a long time. Red plum petals scattered down from the sky like a sky full of stars, mixed with the snow dancing in the sky, one red and one white, many beautiful, the scene was very spectacular.

A thin, pure white gauze extended to the outside of the stage, connecting to the red plum petal on the stage. It was beautiful beyond compare.

At this time, Shangguan Jingyan was still playing her pipa, intoxicated with herself, her eyes filled with amazement.

The sound of the zither rang out as a graceful woman wearing a white dress slowly walked over while wearing a plain gauze cloth. Coincidentally, she had landed on that red plum blossom. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, her sleeves were flowing, and she looked like a celestial walking out of a dream. The woman took advantage of the situation and lightly tapped the red plum ball with her white, slender hand. The petals exploded and scattered everywhere as if they were a painting. With a flick of her sleeve, she danced gracefully in the midst of the petals. The flower was more beautiful than the person, and the person was more delicate than the flower. The person and the flower had already melded into one; it was hard to tell if it was a person or a flower.