Chapter 171: A Dance That Captivates the City? Cai Lun Invents Paper
"Before this, there were many girls who frequently showed their affection to me. However, whenever a girl used tricks or schemes in front of me and expressed her affection for me in public, I would find a way to get her married as soon as possible." Wen Ziduan raised the corner of his mouth.
Huh? He Zhaojun was puzzled. What kind of logic was this? The young girl was showing affection to Wen Ziduan, but he arranged for her admirer to marry someone else.
"They are so eager to get married that they dare to tell me in public. Don't they just want me to pray for a marriage for them? I will satisfy them." Wen Ziduan smiled, but what he said made He Zhaojun feel a chill in her heart.
She asked quietly, "So, was Yue Ling's marriage also arranged by you?"
"Of course. Otherwise, given her rude behavior at the palace banquet, she should have gone to accompany Yuchang and practice meditation at the Sancai Temple."
He Zhaojun pouted and was always sent to seclusion. If that had happened, the Sancai Temple would probably have nowhere to stay now, as it would be filled with prostitutes.
I think Yue Ling naturally knew that if she told this matter in public, if Wen Ziduan didn't accept her, she would have no other way to go. She said "It's better to die" from the heart.
Wen Ziduan saw what she was thinking: "Not only that, I've taken a fancy to you. I will also marry off any men who dare to cross the line and get close to you with a fierce bride, so that they will never dare to disturb your peace again."
He Zhaojun didn't swallow a sip of wine, coughed continuously, and her face turned red: "Cough cough cough... You are really, so domineering." Is this the ancient version of a domineering president?
As the two were talking, they suddenly heard the music stop. It turned out that the fifth princess's dance had gone wrong and all the girls fell down in a mess.
Empress Xuan shook her head helplessly: "Xiao Wu, you don't have to force yourself. Don't hurt yourself by doing things you are not good at."
When Shao Shang and Ling Buyi presented the Queen with poems written by their father, Marquis Xuan, the Queen was deeply moved, and the poem made the Fifth Princess look useless.
The Fifth Princess glanced at He Zhaojun with indignation. She was about to dance, too. If she performed well, wouldn't that embarrass her even more? With a warning and a threat, the Fifth Princess passed by He Zhaojun and kicked her desk.
He Zhaojun jumped at the sight of the dishes on the table, her heart aching with amusement. It was clearly the Fifth Princess's fault for not rehearsing diligently, leading to her mistakes. Instead of considering how to improve herself, she relied solely on dragging others down with her. This wasn't a good habit.
"Go ahead, I want to see who dares to cause trouble." Wen Ziduan's voice was loud, and almost everyone heard his clear warning, and several people immediately lowered their heads.
Shao Shang walked around Ling Buyi and reached out to grab He Zhaojun: "Sister Zhaojun, please go quickly. I'll keep an eye on this place for you."
"...Okay." With so many people willing to support her, He Zhaojun couldn't help but stand up and walk onto the long silk that had been spread out.
Empress Xuan didn't understand what Zhaojun meant. This silk was usually used for writing, so what was she doing spreading it on the ground? But the next moment, He Zhaojun moved. Her long sleeves were stained with ink, and her feet were also completely stained black under her skirt. With her sleeves and feet, she painted on the silk in sync with the music.
After the song ended, a birthday painting of mountains, flowing water, pine trees and rocks was completed. Empress Xuan was so shocked that she was speechless, and the others were even more stunned.
This painting method was unprecedented, yet incredibly novel. The Fifth Princess snorted, "It's just a dirty dance, nothing special! I think it's not even as good as mine."
He Zhaojun smiled and bowed to the empress. "As the Fifth Princess said, my dancing skills are quite poor and I am unlikely to be admired by you all. However, a dance performance is hardly a true birthday gift."
As she spoke, she asked someone to pick up the long silk on the ground. However, Concubine Yue discovered the problem first: "This thing is as thin as a cicada's wing, but it can be written on like silk. What is it?"
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