Chapter 168 Red Powder for Beauty

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Shangguan Zhilong couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, and the huge exhalation echoed in the square, which scared the leader of this faction and looked around blankly, but found that almost everyone breathed a cold breath, so he made such a loud voice and secretly despised his in his heart. Shangguan Zhilong sighed He said, "It seems that my son doesn't have any chance this time. Oh, forget it. It's my bad luck to meet such a freak."

Hearing the previous sentence, An Chengxuan gave a disdainful sneer from his nostrils. Shangguan Zhilong's self-confidence made him speechless. However, when he heard Shangguan Zhilong's feelings, the old man still looked at the other party unexpectedly, and his thick disdain also faded a lot. Although this old man was a little narcissistic, he had to Admitting his heroic and dare to admit defeat is not annoying.

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Xiefeng is very depressed now. When the gap between a person and the other party is very small, he may lose, be disdainful, jealous, and despise the other party. However, when the gap between the two is so big that it is irreparable, the jealousy and disdain will no longer exist. At this moment, the shadow temple star finally knows that the twilight is deep. The unpredictable literary attainments are simply beyond his ability to beat his horse. If Mu Yuze is a romantic scholar, he can only be regarded as a low-level student who can tell jokes at most, which makes him, who has always been arrogant, have an extremely strong sense of frustration. He regards human life as a grass mustard and aspires to dominates all sentient beings. Enter the hysteria.

"What's the use of profound learning? At that time, you will still be killed by me. Power is everything." Xiefeng looked at Mu Yuze coldly. If the murderous intention just now was just a placenta, then it is now broken into a butterfly and keeps rolling. Unfortunately, he can't take action now, otherwise he will fight with Mu Yuze now and will never stop.

If you want to say who is the happiest at the scene, it is Yu Kexin.

The pearl on the phoenix crown shines with gentle fluorescence under the sunlight, and there is a trace of blush on Yu Kexin's perfect face, like a red apple that is about to drip, which makes people eager to bite. The bright teeth open gently, and the girl's voice is like the most gentle singing voice of the yellow warbler, moistening the things silently.

"Twilight, can you give me this paper?" The girl was a little twisted. Qianyu grabbed the water-blue clothes with her hands uneasily, and her beautiful eyes floated to the calm face of the young man from time to time. Yu Kexin was born as the queen of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. She had a noble status. It was the first time that countless people would need to ask a man for something like this.

"The sword is returned to the famous scholar, and the pink is given to the beautiful woman. It is Yuze's honor that the princess is willing to accept this poor work."

Mu Yuze's smile was like a bottle of strong red wine, which made people intoxicated. Yu Kexin blushed and took over the poem. At the moment of touching the young man's warm hands, the girl was like a frightened rabbit, with a graceful curve trembling. She looked up at Mu Yuze's intoxicating smile. Yu Kexin quickly lowered her head. Go away.

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The sun has slanted westward, and the orange-red light has laid a carpet on the earth. The black armor guards took action, held spiritual stones, took out spherical crystals that look like gold, jade and jade, suspended in the air, and emitted a strong fluorescence after putting them into the crystal, which is a specific substance called illumina stone, as long as it is put When you enter the crystal, you can emit strong light. Under the light of hundreds of fluorites, the square 100 miles is like the day.

The evening wind gusts, the geese fly in the sky, and the vast sky is coated with a layer of orange red. Although the scene has become much darker and colder, it obviously can't extinguish the rising enthusiasm in the hearts of the audience, and this enthusiasm is so blushed and cherished. The painting reached its peak when it was taken to the stage.

"What a clever smile, beautiful eyes, a few words describe the beauty's smile vividly. If this young man is willing to join the Sheji College, I am confident that he will become a Confucian scholar within three years." A mature middle-aged man with admiration on his face, he got up from the nanmu bench and looked at the exquisite calligraphy and painting in the distance.

Several children standing behind them were shocked and looked at the man sitting on the emperor's chair. They were speechless. Although they realized that the poems of Mu Yuze were ingenious, and some people might not be able to surpass them all their lives, they didn't expect that this man admired Mu Yuze so much. This is unprecedented.

Cheng Tian looked at Mu Yuze with a complicated face. The bitterness at the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger. He completely lost to the other party in the chess, but he was not too depressed. After all, Go was only a part of Confucianism. He was confident that he would defeat Mu Yuze in other aspects, but when he saw Mu Yuze's wonderful pen, he thought Agile, writing a masterpiece that can be passed down to the world in just one tea time, he knew that he was not a rival at all. When he heard the undisguised admiration of today's imperial masters, a strong idea appeared in his heart that he could only chase each other's footsteps behind him in his life.

"I've seen the princess!"

In a trance, Cheng Tian was awakened and quickly looked up. He saw Yu Kexin coming, which made the starry sky appear dim on his face blush, which was a gesture of falling into love!

"Oh, that's all. She is destined not to be my fairy. Why do I have to catch her?" Cheng Tian sighed leisurely. He secretly loved this pure and gentle woman since he was a child, but he knew that Yu Kexin did not like him at all. However, when Yu Kexin came to the competition with a smile, he still held a fluke in his heart. Now...

"Mirror flowers and water moon, sometimes there must be a hit, and there is no time to force it." Cheng Tian seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture of a watch, and his eyes were a little lax and silent.

"Liu Xianshi, the word Xiner is no worse than what you did." Yu Kexin said proudly, sitting beside the middle-aged man, and her autumn-like eyes completed a small crescent moon.

The emperor shook his head. Yu Kexin will only change from a graceful and noble princess to a lively and young girl in front of him. Maybe she was infected by the girl's happiness. The emperor smiled and said, "Although the words are slightly beautiful, they are thick and heavy, and it's really not bad."

"Yeah!" Yu Kexin jumped up happily, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey.

"Well... you haven't said anything about this poem yet?" The princess did not follow, shook the emperor's arm mischievously, and a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, this poem explains the gentleness and beauty vividly."

"Well, that's almost the same." Yu Kexin pouted and sat on the bench, and her eyes turned to the figure standing with her hands behind her back, becoming a little confused.

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"The game has been slightly adjusted, and the next 'painting' competition has stopped." On the stage, the old man as thick as a mountain said slowly, his white eyebrows trembled slightly, and his closed eyes had never been opened.

The contestants couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They were deeply helpless. Compared with Mu Yuze's talented talent, they were not even as good as ants.

Soon, the guards in dark blue palace uniform handed the black and white round balls to these contestants. When these people were puzzled, the old man in white continued: "Those who get the white ball can enter the next round, and those who get the black ball will be eliminated directly."

About nine out of the contestants were shocked, holding the black ball in their hands, and anger brewed on their faces. Unfortunately, they could not attack. If they were presumptuous again, it was undoubtedly the same end with the arrogant young man of that day and left decadently.

"Next, there will be a final duel. All the people will enter the ring, and the final one will win!" The old man in white said slowly, and the contestants who heard the words clenched their fists. Who won the championship will be revealed immediately...