At this point in the competition, only three people remained.
Shen Jiao, Zuo Ling'er, and Wei Lan.
The musician clapped excitedly and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. Murong You is very good, and Han Ya is also good. They are both qualified to be my disciples."
Seeing that he forgot the rules when he was happy, Lingxiao Shuzhe reminded him: "Don't forget, Elder Nan and Elder Qi haven't spoken yet."
Elder Nan and Elder Qi were somewhat drowsy: "Don't worry about us. Except for the Empress, pick whatever you like."
They are such devoted and unwavering good old men!
My junior sister is forever a goddess!
In fact, the celestial musician had high hopes for Shen Jiao, but unfortunately, her victory in the second round was hard to describe, and it was difficult to see her true strength.
He hesitated for a long time before giving up on the idea.
The musician playing the zither asked the calligrapher Lingxiao curiously, "What about you? Don't you have anyone you like? I think Zuo Ling'er and Wei Lan are both quite good, very suitable for you."
Lingxiao the calligrapher shook his head: "No, I think I still have room for improvement."
The implication is that he has no intention of taking on apprentices.
This is quite different from what was initially said. The musician was full of doubts, but the competition was so exciting that his attention was drawn back to it, so he didn't ask any more questions.
On the field, Wei Lan chose Zuo Ling'er first, not for any other reason than to simply want to leave Shen Jiao until the very end.
Only in this way can we thoroughly humiliate Murong You and her ilk.
Let them see clearly that the person she fought so hard to protect is still her defeated foe.
"Your Majesty, who do you think will win?" Liang Heng placed his hands on the second-floor railing and looked back at the tyrant who was taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Honestly, aside from occasionally opening his eyes to glance at Sister Chen, this person's eyes seem to be sewn shut with embroidery needles.
Seeing that the tyrant ignored him and wouldn't even spare him a glance, Liang Heng narrowed his eyes: "Who will win, Sister Shen or Wei Lan?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Yan slowly opened her sealed eyes, looked at the bristling hamster happily munching on sunflower seeds, and softly said, "Jiao Jiao."
He called out in such a low voice that even Liang Heng almost didn't hear him, but Shen Jiao, who was far away, seemed to sense it and turned her head in a flash.
Across a small patch of crowd, the two locked eyes.
In that instant, the Milky Way stretched for thousands of miles, yet you were the only one in my eyes.
Liang Heng: "..." Great, that familiar feeling is back. He shouldn't be on the second floor; he should be on the first floor.
Where are the table legs?
Where are the table legs?
He wants to drill!
**
Meanwhile, in another private room, Murong Chen, suppressing her anger, launched into a tirade against Zhang San, spitting as she demanded, "Did you drug her or not?!"
Zhang San held up three fingers: "Your Highness, I swear to heaven that I absolutely mixed the abortifacient into that plate of melon seeds beforehand."
"Did you put in a miscarriage-inducing drug or a pregnancy-stabilizing drug? Look at her, she's finished the whole plate of melon seeds, and she doesn't seem uncomfortable at all!" Murong Chen was furious, and two streams of blood flowed from her nose again.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but despite taking so much medicine, this problem hasn't gotten any better.
If this continued, he worried that he would die from excessive blood loss.
Originally, Zhang San was absolutely certain, but now, faced with repeated questioning, he was genuinely unable to distinguish what kind of medicine it was.
It seems to be an abortifacient.
It also seems like a pregnancy-stabilizing medicine.
Maybe it's rat poison?
Or cockroach bait?
Zhang San is stuck in a stalemate where he can't find a definite answer.
Murong Chen was furious and kicked the useless subordinate.
Unexpectedly, his legs were too short, and instead of kicking the person, he tore the groin.
Murong Chen: "..."
Zhang San: "..."
"Your Highness, if you take a couple of steps before kicking, I promise I won't dodge!"
As a person, you should have the courage to face your own shortcomings.
Murong Chen's forehead veins throbbed: "Screw you, can't you roll over here a couple of steps?!"
Zhang San's eyes lit up.
Wow, Master is so smart.
Murong Chen: "..." What should I do if my heart attack gets worse?
Murong Chen desperately needed to vent his anger, otherwise his nosebleed wouldn't stop, so he kicked Zhang San several times before he stopped.
But he'd been too weak lately, and those kicks had completely worn him down. He slumped in his chair, his eyes filled with malice, and said, "If this plan fails, then let's start Plan Two!"
Zhang San silently straightened his back.
**
"Wei Lansheng!"
Suddenly, the voice of a young eunuch announced something on the field.
Wei Lan raised an eyebrow at Chen Jiao with a smug look. If she had wings, she would probably fly up into the sky and circle the earth before she would stop.
Shen Jiao couldn't understand why this perfectly healthy girl had developed intermittent eyelid twitching.
She thought for a moment about what Wei Lan meant, and then handed the last handful of melon seeds to Wei Lan.
"Eat if you want; if you can't flirt, you should learn to back down when things get tough."
Wei Lan: "???"
What kind of flirting is that?
That's called provocation!
Provocations are frequent?
Shen Jiao originally understood, after all, she had seen this kind of provocative look in Shen Qingye quite a few times.
Unfortunately, Wei Lan's eyes were too small. It was like trying to find mung beans in the sea with a lantern – wasn't that just making things difficult for him?
Having witnessed Shen Jiao's sharp tongue in arguing with Shen Yu, Wei Lan was unwilling to waste any more words. She clenched her fists, determined to defeat this pretty-boy-but-all-talking-but-nothing with her strength.
The first match was still a piano duet.
Wei Lanxian.
She played an ancient piece that demands extremely high levels of skill in both fingering and emotional expression. Very few people her age could master this piece to such a degree.
Murong You frowned: "Wei Lan is so cunning. Why would she choose this piece? Isn't it incomplete?"
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