"Number 16! Number 38! ”

After the little official shouted these two numbers, Chen Shaoming, who was originally resting on the side, looked up in surprise and looked over here, No. 16 was his number.

According to the rules, all participants, after signing up, will get a pair of numbered bamboo chips, half of the bamboo chips are held in the hands of the participants, and the other half is put into the wooden box in the middle of the tea table on the spot.

Then the officials in charge of the selection competition in the Fangdi Pavilion are drawn inside, and two numbers are randomly drawn each time, and the person who is drawn takes the stage to participate in the competition with the number.

The loser's bamboo chips are taken and put in another box, and the knockout match is played against the same eliminated, and the person who persists to the end can get a chance to challenge.

The winner's bamboo chips will remain in the box and will continue to be randomly selected for the competition.

The result of this is that the more you get to the end, the more powerful the elite remain.

Chen Shaoming was drawn repeatedly before, and he thought that his number would not be drawn in the short term, but he didn't expect to be drawn again.

Although it is very strong, it is also a draining thing to be pumped repeatedly on such a hot day.

The servants of the Chen family were a little unhappy, but the game also depends on luck, and it is not good to say anything, and after serving Chen Shaoming to wash his hands, he will be sent on stage.

Chen Shaoming went to the tea table, saluted Chonghua first, and then picked a place to sit down, waiting for the opponent to take the stage.

The opponent was not seen for a long time, and the little official who sang the trumpet dragged out his voice and repeated loudly again: "No. 38!" ”

Still no one answered.

Zhong Weiwei frowned, if she remembered correctly, this No. 38 was Zhong Xinran's number.

Wasn't Zhong Xinran ambitious at first? Why is it that you are called now, but you refuse to show up?

She looked back at Zhong Xinran's carriage, but she saw only the low-hanging curtains, the napping coachman, and nothing else.

In front of His Majesty the Emperor, the little official didn't dare to mess around, and screamed loudly: "No. 38 for the second time!" ”

According to the rules, the number is only called three times, and if the person who holds the number does not take the stage, he will lose the qualification for this selection competition forever.

No. 38 No. ......

When everyone thought that No. 38 was going to be disqualified, the most marginal crowd suddenly stirred, and someone shouted: "It's Miss Zhong!" ”

"It's Miss Zhong!"

"It's Miss Zhong from Taifu Mansion!"

The crowd parted, and Zhong, who was dressed in plain clothes, came happily and steadily, and said in a loud voice: "The 38th is here!" ”

At this time, the wind just blows, blowing the white dress on Zhong Xinran's body like a stacked white lotus petal, floating and sliding, making it a little more fairy, fresh and outstanding.

Many men looked straight and exclaimed, "This is the Nine Heavens Fairy." ”

Xiaotang looked at it carefully for a long time, laughed out loud, and tugged on Zhong Weiwei's sleeve and said: "Have you noticed that her filial piety dress is too good-looking, and she doesn't know what kind of hemp clothes can be so light and beautiful?" ”

Before Zhong Weiwei could answer, he suddenly heard a person nearby say in a strange manner: "No wonder it is said that men should be pretty with soap, and women should be pretty with filial piety, and they deliberately dragged it until now, and deceived everyone to see her before she appeared, and I don't know who I want to seduce?" None of the people with the surname Zhong are good things! Coquette! ”

Zhong Wei is the only one who is happy when he hears this, what is called the surname Zhong is not a good thing, fox spirit? It seems that he has suffered a lot of loss from the surname Zhong.

She followed the sound, and saw that three people away from them, there was a young man in a fancy costume, although he was wearing men's clothes, he was obviously a girl-

The figure is petite and exquisite, the skin is white and beautiful, there is a little red mole at the corner of the eye, a pair of long eyebrows fly into the sideburns, and the face is fleshy, quite delicate and cute.

It's just that the anger and disdain on her face at the moment have affected her own beauty.

It's a raw face. Zhong Weiwei retracted his gaze and turned to look at Chonghua.

Chonghua is still expressionless and loveless, everyone is looking at Zhong Xinran, but he is in a daze.

His Majesty the Emperor was also very serious when he was in a daze, and people who were not very familiar with him would only think that he was concentrating on thinking about national affairs.

Looking at Lu Chun again, Lu Chun was holding a delicate fan made of ivory silk in his hand, shaking it gently, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, his eyes were smiling like a curved moon, and he whispered to Hu Zizhi with his green jade fingers, glancing at Zhong Xinran from time to time.

Hu Zizhi sat upright, no matter what Lu Chun said, he just listened with a smile, and his eyes did not linger on Zhong Xinran, occasionally glancing at Chonghua, and more thoughts were on Youyou.

Lying on the guardrail of the stands again, staring at Chen Shaoming boredly, occasionally comparing movements with Chen Shaoming, and after getting Chen Shaoming's response, he happily jumped a few times on the guardrail.

Zhong Xinran finally walked up to the stands, and saluted Chonghua calmly, with a crisp voice: "Courtier Zhong Xinran, please give Your Majesty, Guifei Niangniang, Concubine Hui, and His Royal Highness King Rui." ”

Chonghua finally came back to his senses, and everyone thought that he would ask Zhong Xinran why he participated in the tryouts, including Zhong Xinran himself.

He just bowed his head lightly and said lightly: "Hurry up, don't delay others." ”

Lu Chun covered his scarlet lips with a fan, smiled coquettishly, and said in a bewitching voice: "Yes, yes, Miss Zhong, look at you, since you want to participate in the competition, you have to take it seriously, you don't know when it's your turn, so that others have to wait for you for so long, how can you get heat stroke on such a hot day?" ”

Zhong Xinran's jade-white face turned red, with tears in his eyes, and he kowtowed to Lu Chun respectfully: "The noble concubine is right, it is the courtier's daughter who is not thoughtful. ”

Lu Chun pursed his lips and said with a coquettish smile: "Are you going to cry?" Hongu didn't say anything about you......"

Chonghua glanced at Lu Chun lightly, Lu Chun's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled again: "Okay, hurry up, you are Your Majesty's junior sister, you can lose the game, but you can't lose people." ”

"The concubine is right." Zhong happily and meekly got up, and there was no trace of fire in his tone, but the mournful aura was unmistakable, and it immediately aroused a wave of sympathy.

Lu Chun didn't care, and asked Hu Zizhi complacently: "Sister Huifei, who do you think will win?" ”

Hu Zizhi said with a smile: "It's hard to say." ”

Lu Chun hugged Chonghua's arm again, and asked with a smile, "What does Your Majesty think?" ”

Chonghua glanced at the hand she put on her arm, Lu Chun withdrew it like lightning, and smiled even sweeter: "Your Majesty said, tell people~"

Chonghua said lightly: "I can't tell." ”

Zhong Xinran sat down in front of Chen Shaoming, his whole temperament changed, and he bowed his head quietly: "I'm sorry, I made Ming Gongzi wait for a long time." ”

Chen Shaoming had already accepted his surprise and returned the salute gently: "I didn't expect it to be Miss Zhong." ”

Zhong Xinran pursed his lips and smiled, full of amorous: "I didn't expect it, it is an honor for a little girl to compete on the same stage with Ming Gongzi, please." (To be continued.) )