The chaotic scene made people's mouths open wide.

Every step of the way was beyond expectations, and in addition to shock, it was more of a strong curiosity to witness the big event.

Many people don't know why the number one supermodel of the dignified golden age is targeting the young boss of a Chinese entertainment company.

Only Wei Kun's heart is like a mirror.

It's true that Cui Ji took advantage of the situation to shoot at Asian Fashion Week, but she is not a fool, on the contrary, she is smart and has a deep city. Cui Ji's status and energy come from the fashion industry that she despises now, which is her inseparable root.

Whether it is the interest group represented by top masters and fashion institutions, or the organizer of the fashion week that unites many countries across the political and business worlds, or the symbolic Qiu Banshan, it is not easy to provoke.

Qiu Yunying and the legendary Xiao Hong are also not suitable as targets.

is so related, only the soft persimmon of happiness and mutual entertainment remains...... At least in Cui Ji's eyes, the happy mutual entertainment that has only changed the head for less than a year is undoubtedly the best force to bully.

Cui Ji looked at Wei Kun.

She expected to see panic, uneasiness, and fear, but on Wei Kun's face, she could only see such a mysterious smile. This calm and composed look made Cui Ji's heart sway a little, and then she reluctantly firmed down, and there is no turning back today!

Under the spotlight.

Wei Kun's dress in a Tang scarf and Tang civil official uniform did not look abrupt in the fashion week dominated by the catwalk.

What's more, today's theme day is called ...... To the ancients!

He looked at the microphone handed by the staff and nodded lightly to Cui Ji, causing Cui Ji to frown and look back seriously.

This woman......

It's hard to deal with.

If it weren't for Wei Kun's preparation, he would have added a little caution to all forces, and he would have been impatient to participate in the fashion week with a vacation mentality! Like Lee Hee-young in South Korea, he has become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

He took the microphone and quietly wiped the blood from his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Four times back.

Wei Kun used it four times to find the right answer to fight back against Cui Ji! His slightly pale face revealed a hint of confidence.

It seems that he is not the one who is being booed and thrown away by those extreme dissidents.

According to the process, the prelude music of the finale did not stop, but sounded normally.

Tang shakuhachi is the lead, the drum is lightly beaten, and the gonghou and pipa are accompanied one after another, playing a song of Tang style ancient music......

Wei Kun looked around.

Li Xiying was happily making mockery such as "eunuch outfit", but in Wei Kun's eyes, he was a clown who didn't need to care.

Wei Kuncai spoke up.

The intermediate-level "ghost sound" of the ghost shows its powerful effect, the sound is varied, the timbre is sincere and moving, as if the spring is gurgling, sincere and sincere, and it immediately grabbed the ears of many people and made the noisy venue unconsciously quiet.

"Mr. Qiu Banshan is an old artist I respect very much."

"Art shouldn't be involved in politics. It is pure, a human search for the soul and self, not a tool for some people to make a profit. I believe that Mr. Qiu's anger is not due to the interrupted program, but to an insult to the art hall where today's masters gather......"

Offstage.

"It's Wei Kun!" Qiu Yunying heard the voice and desperately squeezed through the crowd, and she finally saw the booth.

She didn't find her father.

Anxious.

When he looked at Wei Kun, he couldn't help but be stunned. Qiu Banshan's own design of the ancient Tang Dynasty costumes, in Wei Kun's already excellent physical condition, complement each other, hearing his voice, like a civil official or poet who came out of ancient Tang paintings, or a noble son who is as gentle as jade.

She was surprised.

She has never seen Wei Kun perform on stage in person, and in her impression, Wei Kun is the bad friend who is a little smart, but loyal and reliable.

The sound penetrated into her ears, and her hair and back seemed to have an electric current passing through it, and it was like drinking a large sip of iced Coke on a hot summer day, which aroused large goosebumps and felt comfortable everywhere, which was the instinctive reaction of people when they heard beautiful sounds.

made Qiu Yunying's anxious heart calm down a little. The heat brought by the doll's holster turned into sweat, and she had forgotten about it, and looked at the side of the main stage in a daze, the figure that made her familiar and unfamiliar.

There are many people who react similarly to Qiu Yunying.

Guo Qing helped Qiu Banshan and looked at Wei Kun in surprise, the biggest bastard in his girlfriend's mouth.

VIP seats.

Li Mei, the manager of Fengyi International, looked at the field with great interest.

The mysterious figure beside him snorted softly and said, "The slander is golden, and the mantis arm is used as a car." No matter how beautiful the scene is, can it withstand the huge waves set off by Cui Ji? ”

Li Mei looked sideways and smiled slightly.

"This is what you like, why don't you have more confidence than me? I don't think he could change anything, and if the admonition had been useful, today's society wouldn't be so impetuous and chaotic. ”

"So what are you laughing at? Where does the confidence come from? The mysterious figure said.

Li Mei's eyes lit up brightly, as if expectantly: "He's just the one who played the cards." The real hole cards haven't been revealed yet......"

Remote TV.

People and organizations related to Wei Kun, or related to happiness and entertainment, are also paying attention to the changes in the field at this time. Some people sweat for it, others show the happiness they deserve, and more are wait-and-see, they will only help the winners.

Among them is Hu Hengtai, a big businessman in the magic capital.

He noticed his daughter's expression, resisted the urge to turn off the screen, raised his wine glass but didn't drink it for a long time, and finally turned into a deep sigh full of alcohol.

"If you can get through this......"

"I'll just listen to Lao Gong, how about taking the risk to help you!"

Winter ——!

Wine glasses echo on the table!

And the sound of microphone conduction and external release is also in the convention and exhibition center at this time, buzzing and circling.

"I believe it! Every female compatriot present, in the wave of ideology and change, they can get rid of the suffering brought about by feudalism and backwardness......"

"I believe it! No one would agree to let the conspirators take advantage of their suffering to eat this filthy and complete human blood steamed bun, create anger and spread malice! Let our society, let the warm peace be torn apart by cold hatred! ”

"I believe it! There is a silent majority! You want to have a voice but are deprived of it by the media, you want to be brave enough to oppose it but are controlled by capital, you want to say that sentence boldly, proudly and empathetically - all men are created equal! Natural human rights, men and women too! But those reluctant rats are manipulating our silence! Those flies who only want to enjoy their rights and reject their obligations! Buzzing! Stain the world! ”

The atmosphere of the scene gradually immersed in reason and thinking from chaos and hustle and bustle.

Oh, yes?

What is it that is making our tear......

What is it that inspires our hatred?

Cui Ji was flustered.

She doesn't want the frenetic atmosphere of hard work to be ruined by this man's words!

Cui Ji snatched the microphone.

She raised her arms again, and in a sharp, piercing voice, in her proficient Chinese, she shouted angrily: "Don't believe the demagoguery of this discriminator! We must awaken, we must rebel, we must judge—"

"This Asian Fashion Week is an outright discriminatory activity, and this happy entertainment company is the culprit who misled Mr. Qiu, and it is their flattering female artists who are willing to be objectified and shame us-"

The emotions of those extreme dissidents were once again stimulated to boil and burst out! Cui Ji's shouts were like a verdict on Wei Kun and his happy entertainment.

Just when Triki was still planning to strike while the iron was hot and condemn the sinner to death on the cross......

Dongdong!

Two heavy drums rang out violently, and the sound of concussion resounded throughout the venue!

The modular assembly stage was finally prepared, and as the lights came on, the audience couldn't help but take a deep breath and show a look of shock.

"What is this!"

"It's the city that never sleeps......

"Mr. Qiu's team recreated the ancient Tang Dynasty on the stage of the Convention and Exhibition Center!"

The performance, which represents the highest level of the Qiu Group, has begun!

If anyone pays attention to the identity of these models, they will find that they are the top and most famous contemporary models in the world. When many of them were students, they regarded Qiu Banshan as a living totem, and it was the spirit sown by this old gentleman in a foreign country that inspired generations of students who broke into the fashion circle.

Even today I am standing opposite the first model Choi Ji!

Even that's their idol!

Even though......

Just as a supporting role to foil her!

All kinds of classical Tang costumes designed by Qiu Banshan are perfectly reproduced on them, slowly swaying, accompanied by lights and music, as well as the ancient style of ancient wood, as if at this moment the people on the scene returned to the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, and they couldn't help but be confused!

There is the sound of the ancients, although the Tang style ancient music sings.

"Towering and wise, the great St. Keelung."

"Fei De took care of the first, and Zhen Fu bowed."

"Ming Kai Wuyan side, picture recommended Luochuan Zhong."

"A sense of subtlety and humor, and the fate of the scene is suddenly revealed."

"There is a shame in Ziji, and there is no way to thank Xuanqiong."

It was Wei Kun, who stood solemnly on his side, leaned over and opened the curtain with a salute-

Like the light of the Buddha, countless spotlights reflect a golden silk, phoenix dragon, majesty, and beautiful figure in the chariot!

Even if there is a veil to cover the face.

Under the backdrop of the martial robes of the hundred birds and the phoenix, the red clothes, if they give birth to lotus step by step, their Tang and Huang temperament actually make everyone have a sense of shock of "the martial queen is here"!

The sounds, the pictures, and the legendary beauty silenced the noisy venue.

No matter who it was, they were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn't speak, and even wanted to bow their heads and shout long live.

The aura of arrogance rather than pride, solemnity rather than seriousness, cannot be imitated in any way......

"This、This is the artist who entertains each other with happiness?!"

Cui Ji was stunned, she felt a chill rise from her tail vertebrae, and at this moment she finally realized what she had forgotten about such a conspiracy...... She counted Wei Kun, but she missed the real "Martial Empress Wu Zetian" in front of her!

Objectifying women?

Wu Zetian, the only orthodox female emperor in Chinese history! The two saints of the Queen of Heaven, the gods of Wuzhou, are called the Emperor of the Great Sage!

This is the most politically correct and legendary empress in China, and it is also the legendary empress that those male literati and writers are most reluctant to mention......

What made Cui Ji even more flustered was the admiration and submission of those who had once been her supporters, if there really was a female emperor on the top of the land of China, watching them through thousands of years.

What happened to them?

It's fake!

It's just a fashion show!

Wei Kun didn't use a stand-in, this time it was actually Honghong's real body! Because the stand-in matchmaker with the pseudonym Xiao Hong is far from its dominating momentum.

He is holding blood, step by step, pulling forward the red steps, so that the majesty of this Tianfeng will be fully displayed in front of the world!

The time has come.

The best position on the stage, like a minister and an emperor, is wanton and high-spirited, looking down on thousands of people.

Wei Kun once promised Qiu Banshan.

Let the world see it for what it really is......

A perfect ghost tear worth ten thousand gold, split in two, adorned its eyelid under the veil. It is originally beautiful and charming, but it is even more incomparably stunning - and those deadly purple eyes, under the cover of ghost tears, are no longer ferocious.

He was determined, inspected, and in Qiu Banshan's excited gaze, he slowly took off the golden veil of "Her Majesty the Queen of Heaven"!

Countless gazes.

Time seemed to stand still in an instant.

Red red as if it had been awakened to its senses, on the phoenix robe, the collar was like a grub, smooth as velvet, the jaw line was like a warm jade soft light, a touch of red lips were red without dots, delicate as blood, the high nose bridge showed sharp lines, and the purple hole was like a thawing frozen soil, flashing a trace of brilliance.

People seem to have seen the phantom of the ancient capital of a royal city, looming in a sea of red flowers.

The figures of the subjects in the city appeared, but if someone approached, they would be shocked to find that those figures were actually fierce ghosts, throwing themselves to the ground, worshipping the queen of heaven above the Buddha of the gods!

"Is it a hallucination......

Their eyes gradually blurred, their minds and consciousness were confused, as if time was going backwards rapidly, allowing them to return to the glorious Tang Dynasty that was once powerful.

Wei Kun looked at Honghong calmly.

It is raising its perfect jaw, and it is freely absorbing the ghostly energy that seems to be substantial. And Wei Kun's composure only lasted a few seconds.

He saw that Honghong turned his head, and his purple eyes seemed to be smiling, as if he was saying something to himself...... In the next moment, this beautiful figure embraced into his arms, cold and soft touched together, the blood in his mouth was taken away, and the purest ghost qi frantically crossed over.

The ghost freezes.

The top frame of the picture is at this moment.

Wei Kun's consciousness seemed to be washed away, and he felt the contradiction of the other party's greed and tenderness. Those eyes really seem to be able to speak, smart, warm, and affectionate...... I don't know when an old saying comes up in my heart.

"Born to be Li Er, not to be Feng Xiao......"

By the time he came to his senses again, Honghong had returned to his usual cold appearance, as cold as ice thrown into the North Pole, with no emotion or sanity.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Wei Kun felt the residual sweetness and coolness of his lips, if it weren't for the pain of the breach, he would have thought of himself as a dream.

The veil fell quietly.

The phantom of the royal city and the terrible ghost disappeared.

As the ghost fades...... The strange time also returned to normal in an instant, the Tang Dynasty ancient music continued to sound, the empress stood still, and the attendants surrounded her.

It's like nothing happened.

Only this stunning Tang Feng catwalk, incarnated as the heroine of "Wu Zetian", shocked the brains and souls of all the people present.