Shen Yue would work so hard, of course, because Feng Linwan made a promise to her.

As long as she can successfully attract the crowd, after the deed is done, she will be wrapped up and dedicated to today.

This condition sounds incredible, as if she suffers no matter how she thinks about it. After all, it is she who is singing on stage now and working hard to perform, and it is she who will be given away as a gift when the time comes.

But it's not.

Entering the palace as a concubine, of course an Oiran in a Qinglou is not qualified. In other words, Zhao Guangyi did not have the courage and confusion, and under the pressure of the scholars, he gave a Qinglou woman an identity. In fact, the robot beauties presented by Feng Linwan are all just playthings, and their existence will not leave any positive, famous and surname pen and ink in the annals of the Great Song Dynasty.

But even if she is a dusty woman, she has served the emperor, and she has eaten dragon essence.

Since then, no one has dared to offend.

There are some trades that you can't get out of if you go in.

Shen Yue was very open-minded, so she readily agreed to Feng Linwan's proposal.

She's not a yellow flower girl anymore, and there's nothing she can't see.

Now, although she has superb dancing skills, she can temporarily stabilize the position of the Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building, and her food and clothing are like the ladies of a large family. But if a few years pass, old age and decay, those princes and nobles who once loved her have new prey. Sooner or later, she will also be eliminated.

Life is inherently realistic, and in this industry, of course, this reality is particularly strong.

And Feng Linwan actually didn't mind, what stigma would he bring to himself by introducing the woman in the Qinglou to the Son of Heaven... In fact, he didn't have a good reputation for a long time.

And with the help of his 'elixir', no matter how high the robot's skills are, Zhao Guangyi will gradually 'comprehend', and after a while, he should be bored.

At this time, you need to change the tricks.

Combining art with body art is a great choice.

Shen Yue is very talented, and she has ambition and determination, and with a little touch, it is not difficult to become a bewitching woman who bewitches the king for a while.

Some people always feel that appearance comes first. With appearance, all problems can be solved.

This concept is correct, but not entirely.

There is a limit to everything.

Relying on appearance alone, it will deceive the young man who has no knowledge, or what kind of poor silk.

However, when the appearance rises to a certain degree and level, to say the difference... In fact, where is it really like the score on the paper, the score is so clear, and the quality of a person is judged? The concept of 80 points of beauty and 90 points of beauty is artificially and subjectively differentiated, and in fact, it really has nothing to do with personal quality.

For a little analogy, who is good-looking between Zhao Xiaogu and Yang rice?

Throwing this question out, it is difficult to draw a conclusion and an answer.

After all, everyone's orientation is different.

What really distinguishes the difference, in addition to temperament and talent, is also the brain and means.

Shen Yue has some brains, and with Feng Linwan helping her with advice, she can also win the heart of the king, and she will be in the limelight for a while.

At this time, this scene is eye-catching, and it was also arranged by Feng Linwan for her.

Red, snowy, barefoot... These are the highlights of the whole show.

And these highlights will become labels and imprints, firmly imprinting the whole picture and the whole scene into people's impressions and consciousness, which is difficult to forget.

Like some images, you have to forget when, where, and with whom you witnessed.

But you will always think about it from time to time, and then continue to render it in your memory, making it more beautiful, sincerely reminiscent and even subconsciously looking for it.

The Green Waist Dance originated in the Tang Dynasty and is a kind of soft dance.

There are beautiful women in the southern country, dancing lightly with green waists. The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying.

Shen Yue exuded the softness and charm of this dance to the extreme.

But Feng Linwan sat on the second floor and pulled down the curtains.

Relying on beauty alone, I'm afraid it won't be able to attract the crowd.

After all, at this time, some people are already well, some people are bidding for bustards, and some people know that they have no hope of getting married for life, and they have already left gloomily.

Of course... Nor can it be denied that not everyone is driven by instinct.

In the world, there will always be some touches that make it impossible to refuse one's conscience.

Xie Yundao reclaimed the bones of the three sons who died on the battlefield for the crazy Aunt Liu, and nine years have passed, and he still does not forget his promise.

Whether it's a show or not, it's enough to move people's hearts.

This seems to be a kind of reincarnation, and it is also like a kind of obsession, and there will be repercussions.

It is also a kind of emotion that the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

"The beauty in red and the friend in white, the morning and the same song and twilight wine. A clear voice came down from the second floor.

Shen Yue's rapid dance steps, and her writhing waist paused slightly.

The entire Drunken Flower Building was quiet for a moment.

"The world says that I love Chen Liu... ”

"Actually, I only love Chen Liu!"

The land of Bianzhou was called Chen Liu.

In the Great Song Dynasty, the wind of poetry was even worse.

But this does not mean that people have lost their ability to appreciate and yearn for good poetry.

It's just that since the Tang Dynasty, there have been too many famous poems and celebrities, and they seem to have taken up all the romance. If the latecomers go together, they are destined to be dim, so it is better to reopen one.

A good poem naturally caused a sensation in the entire Zuihualou.

The lost crowd seems to be coming back again.

In the entire Bianjing City, of course, there are not only so many people, who are dragged by Feng Lin Wan and Xie Yundao.

If all of them are activated, don't say that it is a Feng Lin Wan and a Xie Yundao.

Even if there are ten or eight more, all of them gather around to watch the trick, it is completely enough.

It's just... The vast majority of the people are busy with their livelihoods, trapped in life, and their busy labor work has squeezed out all their energy and thoughts, and they have long since cared no more about the outside world, because that would seem luxurious.

Really have kung fu, go to gossip, and watch the excitement.

If it's not some gentlemen, lazy and idlers, or some people who are free at this time and are busy.

In this way, the overall number, of course, is limited.

Shen Yue thanked the national teacher for his poems. On the stage, Shen Yue bowed to Feng Lin from afar, with a slender waist and a fluttering dance, even if it was just a salute, it looked very graceful.

Feng Linwan's voice seemed to be full of emotion for a moment.

"That's it, I didn't write it for you, but watching your dance today, I felt something in my heart and remembered some of the past. At this point, he suddenly paused and broke the chapter.

Even if many people want to explore the story behind this, they can't find it, and the fire of gossip is burning.

At this moment, suddenly, a rainbow light came from afar.

With a bang, he split the curtain that Feng Lin Wan had pulled down.

took a closer look, but it was a flying sword, which had already hit Feng Linwan's face.

The sword came suddenly, without warning.

Feng Linwan's instinctive urging line text dodged the first blow.

This flying sword is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always chasing after Feng Linwan.

With a flick of the long sleeves, the Thunder Light Sword fell into Feng Linwan's hands.

The First Sword of Floating Life··· The sword was broken, and the remnant dream was born.

A sword was slashed, and everything in front of him was like a dream, about to be torn apart by this sword.

The flying sword that flew towards Feng Lin Wan was also hit by the Thunder Light Sword.

The moment the sword and the flying sword collided, Feng Lin was shocked, and he couldn't stop the giant force from taking a small step back.

"Such a powerful and pure sword qi, who made the move? If it weren't for my Thunder Light Sword, which is attached to its own divine power, and with my own True Qi alone, I am afraid it would be difficult to confront this sword head-on. Behind Feng Linwan, cold sweat came out as soon as he brushed it.