Chapter 245 Chosen by Heaven
A month later, Guanyin Building was rebuilt and the audition began.
Oh no, Nan Chu claimed to the outside world that this was chosen by heaven, that is, the chosen Guanyin lady.
There are three levels of the Chosen One.
The first level is the talent show.
"Your Highness, I will perform a sword dance, how about you?" Tu Mi asked seriously.
Zhu Huaizhen hesitated for a long time but couldn't answer.
She was a sleazy beauty, half-baked at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea. Her needlework, cooking, horseback riding, and archery were also average. Ruoruo's only strength was listening to opera. Unfortunately, she wasn't good at singing either; she was always off-key.
"Your Highness, you have seen so many treasures, why don't you appreciate them?" Tu Mi thought for a long time.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen nodded happily.
Well, she should show off her wealth and splendor seriously, so as to live up to the title of Princess of Splendor.
So, when Tu Mi was designing the sword dance in Haiyue Cottage, she, Zhu Huaizhen, was lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, waving a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it up and down like a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Wow, this is a rich and colorful mouthful of sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea. It is not paired with other flavors for now.
While she doesn't need to show off her slim waist, she might as well have a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.
Hey, Tu Mi practiced sword dance for seven days, and Zhu Huaizhen listened to opera for seven days.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Zhu Huaizhen changed his taste halfway through and listened to "The Injustice of Dou E".
"Your Highness, you wouldn't plan to fail the selection and then watch me get chosen, right?" Tu Mi put her hands on her hips, feeling somewhat helpless.
Her Highness was the one who wanted to sign up for this selection, but he gave up first.
"Tu Mi, I'm worried that after I pass the first level, I won't have time to listen to the opera." Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.
Thinking of this, Zhu Huaizhen quickly added another act of "The Palace of Eternal Life".
Please ask, ask, the flower calyx is delicate, I'm afraid, afraid, afraid, it's not as better as the flowers in the east of the building, yes, yes, yes, yes, that plum branch once occupied the first spring, and why should I be entangled by green willows, please, please, please, please be sincere to my old friend, so as not to be blamed for my lack of love, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, I bid farewell to the past, your kindness is as high as the sky, I pay my deep affection from the beginning, please, please, please, you can see the old things by yourself, tears are thrown away.
Ahem, it’s a bit early to hear this. It’s not the right time yet.
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