The Seventh Prince slowly got up from the ground, sat back in his place, pretended that nothing had happened, and sat upright.

The nobles on the side of the situation just now all saw it, although they didn't know what it was, after all, they had dealt with the royal family all their lives, and naturally they could see that things were not as calm and natural as they seemed.

"The little girl has finished praising her appearance, thank you." The flowers on the round platform saluted the people in the audience very shyly, and their expressions were very exaggerated.

"Good!"

"Good jump!"

"My daughter is the best." Prime Minister Zuo, who was sitting on the city wall, watched his daughter dance, dancing and praising there.

"Ugly, come here." The king said to the eunuch Chouhou, who was standing beside him.

"Your Majesty has orders." Ugly is the king's henchman, and many things are done by relying on Ugly.

"This Huarong and Wang Yuyan are both left for me." Since these are all candidates sent by the DPRK and China forces, they can only accept them as they are.

"Yes." Ugly Chou naturally knows that the king has no choice but to do so, and now the two major forces in the DPRK and China have been suppressing each other, and this situation is the most difficult to deal with, so they can only be impartial to keep them balanced.

After that, many women performed on stage, but none of them were favored by the king, most of these women were born in some official families, like the commoners who signed up for all kinds of deformities, and the king who watched them almost vomited.

The square was still crowded with people, and the queue that signed up was also endless, performing one after another.

There are all kinds of performances, such as poetry and painting, guqin performances, singing and dancing performances, and some martial arts performances with dangerous moves, which can be regarded as an eye-opener.

"Maha, do you say that those women don't know tiredness? This one who is playing with knives and guns is also here to participate in the queen's draft, are she sure she is not here to participate in Wu Zhuangyuan? Seeing the woman with knives and guns on the stage, Ziye couldn't help it, she was a little suspicious of the IQ of the people of this country.

"Maybe I think this can show my masculinity, sometimes if you are a weak monarch, you need such a feminine woman." Maha is just saying some of his own opinions.

"Haha, this is really interesting, if Xuanyuan Hao is here, he will definitely be smoked by the angry seven holes." Zi Ye suddenly remembered Xuanyuan Hao, who was also a wonderful emperor.

"Master, when are we going to start performing? I think the people here are at their peak now, and if they go out at this time, they will definitely succeed. "Maha sensed that there are more and more people here now, and there are fewer and fewer people in the distance, and this is the best time.

"With so many people, will we become the target of public criticism?" Zi Ye was still a little scared in her heart, if this didn't attract the king, then she would definitely be beaten.

"Master, I have faith in you." Maha's resolute attitude can be regarded as the strongest backing for me Ziye.

"Okay, when the woman gets off the stage, we'll start my show." When Zi Ye said this, his eyes were looking at the man on the throne above the city wall.