Mythological Native Species

Shen Yue would work so hard, of course, because Feng Linwen made a promise to her.

As long as she can successfully attract the crowd, after the event is completed, she will be packaged and dedicated to the present day.

This condition sounds unbelievable, as if she is at a disadvantage no matter what she thinks. After all, she is the one who puts on the stage to sing and perform hard, and it will be her who will be given as a gift when that time comes.

But it's not.

To be a concubine in the palace, a Qinglou oiran is certainly not qualified. In other words, Zhao Guangyi did not have the courage and confusion to give a brothel woman an identity under the pressure of a scholar-officer. In fact, the robot beauties presented by Feng Linwen are all just playthings, and their existence will not leave any positive and surnamed pen and ink in the annals of Song Dynasty.

But even if it is a woman who has served the emperor and eaten the dragon essence, it is not the same.

Since then, no one dared to offend.

In some industries, once you get in, you can't get out.

Shen Yue looked very open, so she readily agreed to Feng Linwen's proposal.

She is no longer a big girl, and there is nothing to dislike.

Now, with her superb dancing skills, she can temporarily hold the position of the oiran in Zuihualou, and her food and clothing expenses are like the young lady of a big family. But if a few more years pass, old age and fading, those princes and nobles who once loved her will have new prey. She will be eliminated sooner or later.

Life is inherently real, and in this industry, of course, this reality is especially strong.

And Feng Linwan actually didn't mind, what kind of stigma would he bring to him by introducing a brothel woman to the emperor... In fact, he had no good reputation for a long time.

And with the help of his 'elixir', no matter how advanced the robot's skills are, Zhao Guangyi will gradually 'comprehend' all, and after a while, it will be boring.

At this time, you need to change the pattern.

Combining art with body art is a great choice.

Shen Yue is very talented, and has ambition and determination. With a little bit of help, it is not difficult to become a charming woman who confuses the king for a while.

Some people always think that looks come first. With good looks, all problems are solved.

This concept of thinking is correct, but not entirely correct.

Everything has an upper limit.

Just relying on looks can deceive young people who have no experience, or are poor.

However, when the value of appearance rises to a certain level and level, to talk about the difference... In fact, where can it really be like the score on the paper, the score is so clear, and a good or bad is judged? The concept of 80% beauties and 90% beauties is a subjective differentiation, in fact, it really has nothing to do with personal quality.

For a little analogy, who looks good between Zhao Xiaogu and Yang Dimi?

Throwing this question out, it is difficult to draw a conclusion and an answer.

After all, everyone's orientation is different.

What really distinguishes the difference is not only temperament and talent, but also brain and means.

Shen Yue has some brains, and if Feng Linwen helped her out with advice, she would be able to win the king's heart.

At this time, if this drama has a lot of attention, it was also arranged by Feng Linwen for her.

Red clothes, white snow, bare feet... These are the highlights of the entire performance.

And these bright spots will become labels and imprints, which will firmly imprint the entire picture and the entire scene into people's impressions and consciousness, which is hard to forget.

Just like some scenes, you also need to forget when, where, and with whom to witness.

But you will always think of it from time to time, and then continue to render it in your memory to make it more beautiful, aftertaste sincerely and even search for it subconsciously.

The green waist dance originated in the Tang Dynasty and belongs to a kind of soft dance.

There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with a light green waist. The Chinese feast is in the twilight of nine autumns, and the flying robes blow the clouds and rain.

Shen Yue exuded the softness and charm of this dance to the extreme.

However, Feng Linye sat on the second floor and drew down the curtains.

Relying on beauty alone, I'm afraid it won't attract the crowd.

After all, at this time, some people are already healed, some people are looking for a maid to bid, and some people know that they have no hope of being a relative Fang Ze for life, and have already left sadly.

Of course... it cannot be denied that not everyone is driven by instinct.

In the world, there will always be some touches that make people unable to reject their conscience.

Xie Yundao retrieved the bones of the three sons who died in the battle for the mad Aunt Liu. Nine years later, she still did not forget her promise.

Whether it's a show or not, it's enough to move people.

This seems to be a kind of reincarnation, and it also seems to be a kind of unforgettable, there must be echoes.

It is a feeling that the righteous path in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

"The lady in red and the friend in white, drink together in the morning and evening." A clear voice came down from the second floor.

Shen Yue hurriedly danced, and her slender waist twitched slightly.

The entire Zuihualou was quiet for a moment.

"The world says I love Chen Liu..."

"Actually, I only love Chen Liumou!"

The land of Bianzhou was called Chenliu in the past.

In the Song Dynasty, the style of poetry was even worse.

But this does not mean that people have lost their ability to appreciate and yearn for good poetry.

It's just that since the Tang Dynasty, there have been too many famous poets and celebrities, and it seems that they have taken up all the romance. If the latecomers go together, they are destined to be bleak, and it is better to open a new one.

A good poem naturally caused a sensation in the entire Zuihualou.

The lost crowd seems to be returning.

Of course, the entire Bian capital was not the only one who was dragged by Feng Linwan and Xie Yundao.

If all are activated, not to mention one Feng Linye and one Xie Yundao.

Even if there are more than ten or eight, all gathered around to watch tricks, it is completely enough.

It's just that... the vast majority of the people are busy with their livelihoods, trapped in life, and busy with labor. They have squeezed all their energy and minds, and they have no more concern for the outside world for a long time~www.wuxiaspot. com~ Because that looks extravagant.

Really have the time to gossip and gossip, and watch the lively crowd.

If it weren't for some playboys, lazy idlers, or some people who just happened to be free at this time and were taking a break from their busy schedules.

In this way, the overall number, of course, is limited.

"Shen Yue, many thanks to the national teacher for adding poetry." On the stage, Shen Yue saluted Feng Linchen from afar, and the willows were slender and danced gracefully.

Feng Linwen's voice seemed to be filled with emotion for a moment.

"Forget it! I didn't write it for you, I just watched your dance today, and I felt something in my heart, and I remembered some past events." At this point, he suddenly stopped and broke the chapter severely.

Even if many people want to explore the story behind this, they are unable to do so, and the fire of gossip is burning.

At this moment, suddenly, a rainbow light came from a distance.

With a clatter, he split open the gauze curtain that Feng Linwen had pulled down.

Upon closer inspection, it was a flying sword that had already hit Feng Linwen in the face.

This sword came suddenly, without the slightest sign.

Feng Linwen's instinctive urging action character escaped the first blow.

This flying sword was like a maggot in the tarsus, chasing after Feng Lin night.

With a flick of his long sleeves, the Lightning Sword fell into Feng Linwen's hands.

Fusheng's first sword... Jian Duanfu gave birth to a dream.

A sword slashed out, and everything in front of him seemed like a dream that was about to be torn apart by this sword.

The flying sword that flew towards Feng Linye was also severely hit by the Thunder Light Sword.

The moment the Baojian and Feijian collided, Feng Linxen was shocked, unable to stop Juli and took a small step back.

"What a powerful and pure sword qi, who shot it? If it weren't for my thunder and light sword, with my own magical power, I'm afraid it would be very difficult to compete with this sword head-on with my own true qi." Behind Feng Linwen, Cold sweat came out in a flash.