After transmigrating in one night, Shen Jiao began her new life by attempting an assassination in front of a crowd. She wanted to cry but had no tears, lamenting that she just wasn't cut out fo...
He walked at a leisurely pace.
The two brushed past each other.
Not a single person turned around.
**
Zhang San, shivering from the cold, pinched his nose and squatted outside the latrine to report: "Your Highness, the tyrant is truly protective of that Empress, and it's impossible for him to get close. Our last chance is to pin it on the final of the Four Flowers Banquet."
After the semi-finals of the Four Flowers Banquet, all the participating ladies need to rest for ten days before they can participate in the final competition.
Murong Chen's old face turned a deep shade of liver: "Then we'll make our move during the Four Flowers Banquet finals!"
Zhang San: "Yes!"
Before they knew it, it was time for the final round of the Four Flowers Banquet. After two rounds of elimination, only twenty girls remained.
The unwavering audience glanced at the finalists' list and found that almost all of them were the most outstanding women in the four arts among the six countries.
Of the contestants from Liuguang Pavilion, only Zuo Ling'er remains in the competition.
The disciples of Liuguang Pavilion who were eliminated initially complained about Shen Jiao, but after witnessing what true talent and the difference in strength were, they dared not say such shameful things anymore.
However, as people always need to rack their brains to find a reason to comfort themselves, so they held a grudge against Chen Yu.
If Shen Yu hadn't tricked them into going to Liang, they might have been able to benefit from Shen Jiao's influence.
That's good now.
Trying to draw water with a bamboo basket is all for naught.
Poor Chenyu, he sneezed several times as he stepped into the burial coffin.
Those contestants who were unfortunately eliminated have already returned to their home countries.
"Why did they all leave? Aren't they going to wait for their companions?" Shen Jiao asked in confusion.
Despite the biting wind, Liang Heng didn't give up his folding fan, fanning himself as he said, "The New Year is almost here, and everyone is rushing home to reunite with their families."
Shen Jiao's lips twitched: "Aren't you cold?"
"It's cold," Liang Heng said, "but it's really cool to act cool in this kind of weather."
Shen Jiao: "..."
Whether it's cool or not is uncertain.
But you looked so pathetic, frozen like a dog.