When I woke up, I was still a little dizzy.

There is some noise in the ears, and when you open your eyes, you can see that they are all red and green, interspersed with each other, which makes people feel quite vulgar.

It seems that he is used to having no memory like this, and gets out of bed and dresses.

Grabbed a girl who was busy dressing up and asked softly, "Excuse me, what are you all busy preparing for, can you tell me?" ”

The woman was a little impatient when she pulled her, and when she heard this, she immediately cast a strange gaze, "Qingruo, aren't you stupid!" It's weird to talk about. Then he laughed again, "That's a good feeling, the grand prize of this competition is missing one of the most powerful competitors, hahahahaha." He smiled as he walked away.

Qingruo.. Seems to be my name.

The house was very bustling, and I walked around, except for a few simple beds for resting, and all that was left was a large number of dressers, and cupboards stuffed with ornate robes.

After a little effort, I found out that all the women present at the meeting would stand on the high platform outside for others to judge, and choose the first one to become the winner.

The winner will receive a treasure, for which almost all the beautiful women in the world have rushed to this place recently.

My first instinct was to leave.

But after thinking about it, I didn't have much to do.

Someone at the door was urging, and it seemed that it was about to start.

I opened the door of the cabinet in the corner, took off a black robe with dark stripes, and draped it over my body casually, my hair pulled up casually, and wore a crown in the style of a king's grandson.

Dangling in front of the bronze mirror, well, nothing can be seen clearly.

Picked up the folding fan that someone didn't know who had dropped it, and poured out of the gate with the procession.

Xu was dressed like a man like this, which disturbed many girls.

When they saw me, they all whispered exclaims, and with the retreat again and again, I could only bow my head apologetically, watching them retreat faster, and covering their faces with embroidered fans, estimating that their apologies should not be conveyed.

Because of the girls' dodging and retreating all the way, I finally stood in the center of the stage inexplicably.

Looking down casually, most of the judges were women.

The girls in the audience all pursed their lips and lowered their heads to avoid when they saw me looking down, and no one wanted to meet my eyes, and I was a little helpless. The bronze mirror really can't see the human figure clearly, is my outfit so abrupt or am I looking like no salt?

I hurriedly opened the folding fan in my hand, and felt that there was something wrong with this move, so I had to quickly close the folding fan again, and use the fan body to cover it slightly.

After standing in this agony for a while, the crowd moved out of the way, and there were whispers of admiration all around, and I followed the crowd.

It was a woman who came out, and I could only see the silhouette here, and I looked at it from a distance, but it was not a gorgeous and complicated dress, and there was only a hairpin in the style of red roses on her head.

I don't have much research on hairpins, but the hairpins are really very chic, and I have been staring at them for a long time.

Perhaps my gaze was too direct, and the girl turned her head to look at me.

There is no beauty in the autumn, and it is a beautiful woman to the eye.