After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 145 Oiran Contest (3)

"Ninth place, Jinghong Music Club, Yu Liuli..."

Yu Qingli was wearing a bright red dance costume with a graceful figure. The tulle made her snow-white skin appear faintly visible, which made people imagine a lot. The tulle that half covered her face added a bit of mystery. As the music began, she turned into a dancing snake. Her soft waist and light dance steps were shocking.

The outfit that seems to cover but also reveals something is really exciting, but there is not a trace of vulgarity or obscenity in it. Her clear eyes and the cold, arrogant and ethereal aura emanating from her body make people feel that this woman is like a real poisonous flower, which can be admired from a distance but not touched.

If the previous Liu Manwu was like a fairy jumping and dancing on the stage, then Yu Qingli at this moment was like a fairy, a fairy that really came from hell. Every movement and step was seducing everyone present. Even those with good self-control couldn't help but blush.

Even those gentlemen who usually appear to be righteous and righteous, although shocked by such a performance, could not bring themselves to say a word of rebuke. Even Murong Cheng couldn't help but be moved and immediately decided to invite the Jinghong Music Band to perform this time's dance and music performance.

Yu Qingli finally stopped dancing, and her pair of clear eyes penetrated people's hearts under the veil. Such a moving performance made people unable to stop!

The performance was over, but everyone was still immersed in the shocking dance. After a moment of silence, everyone present couldn't help but stand up, followed by thunderous applause and calls for another dance.

Liu Manwu behind the stage suddenly fell into a chair, and the maid beside her hurriedly supported her. There was no doubt that she lost!

Xun Niang's eyes sparkled with an indescribable pride and ecstasy. Could it be that such a student was trained by her alone?

There was almost no point in continuing to watch the following competition. After seeing two amazing dances, the rest of the performances were bland and inferior. Even with the name of Kyoto Meigakubo, the skills were ultimately not that high.

Everyone present here can almost be certain that after today, Jinghong Music House will leap from an unknown small music house to a famous one!

The inky figure in front of the stage left quietly. Since the decision had been made, there was no need to continue watching. The flowery paper in his hand tightened. Murong Cheng remembered that Murong Yan had returned. It was a pity that the young uncle did not come to today's event.

Murong Yanhui, who was playing chess with the emperor in the Golden Palace, suddenly sneezed loudly, and the chess piece in his hand fell to the ground in a panic, which was exactly what the emperor wanted.

"General! My dear brother, you lost this round again!"

The current emperor had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was very pleased. He had won many games against the King of Yan today, and it was hard for him not to be happy.

Murong Yanhui lowered his eyes and played with the chess piece in his hand. After seeing the deadlock on the chessboard, he threw the chess piece back onto the board in frustration.

"I'm not coming. My brother's chess skills have improved. What's the point of always coming and losing?"

"Royal brother, you should study harder. I remember that your chess skills were the best among all the princes, and the late emperor often praised you for this."

Although these were words of praise, Murong Yanhui felt apprehensive. Wasn't this a test? Wasn't his ambition as sharp as his chess skills that had won him so many victories back then?

A smile graced the corners of his lips, and he spoke softly, "Your Majesty is such a joker. I don't remember anything from such a long time ago. I only remember that the late emperor praised you the most back then. Besides, there's nothing wrong with me eating, drinking, and having fun all day long. Why would I bother studying chess? It's truly exhausting."

Murong Shiling looked at Murong Yanhui's handsome face and saw that his eyes were hollow and dark, which was obviously the result of years of indulging in women and sensual pleasures. It seemed that the news over the years was true. The former God of War King Yan was now completely useless.

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. No matter how powerful he was, what did it matter?! He was just a subject after all. If anyone dared to covet him, he would definitely make sure he died without a burial place!

Glancing at the satisfied look in Murong Shiling's eyes, Murong Yanhui felt relieved, and the smile on his lips deepened. It seemed that he had passed this level today.

He immediately changed the subject, "If your Majesty has nothing else to do, then I will take my leave."

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Why don't you have lunch with me before leaving?"

It sounded like they were brothers, in perfect harmony. However, Murong Yanhui knew in his heart that the emperor's food could not be eaten casually. If one of them was not careful, he would die without knowing how. Besides, they were not that close to each other.

He immediately declined the invitation, "Your Majesty, please don't be so polite. I'm in a hurry to leave the palace to watch the Oiran Contest, which hasn't even finished yet! If I hadn't wanted to play chess with you, how could I have missed that morning's match?"

"Oiran Contest?" Murong Shiling seemed to be somewhat interested.

"It's a competition between several music houses in the city," Murong Yanhui explained simply. "It's all about my brother's birthday banquet. I've already sent His Royal Highness the Crown Prince over there first. Maybe we can find a good singing and dancing house there, which will be a real feast for the eyes."

He indulges in sensual pleasures but still has to find a good excuse for himself. It seems that this Prince of Yan is really hopeless. But it is also good this way. At least he does not have to worry too much about this Prince of Yan plotting to usurp the throne.

You know, the late emperor originally wanted to pass the throne to his seventh brother Murong Yanhui. If not...

"Brother Emperor, I will take my leave now. If I am late, I am afraid I will really delay the performance of this beautiful lady."

Seeing Murong Yanhui's anxious expression, Murong Shiling came back to his senses and waved his sleeves, "You can go now." Then, like an ordinary brother caring about his younger brother, he said, "Take care of yourself. Although this beauty is wonderful, you can't indulge in it too much..."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am aware of the situation. I will take my leave for now. I will definitely give Your Majesty a surprise at the birthday banquet!"

Murong Shiling didn't say anything else, but just gestured for him to get out quickly.

Murong Yanhui walked hurriedly all the way until he left the palace. The smile on his handsome face froze, his peach blossom eyes were cold, and his expression was murderous.

Her fingers brushed across her eyes, light powder falling off. Her eyes were sharp and clear, without a trace of vanity. A hint of sarcasm stained her eyes, and Murong Yanhui murmured, "It seems that Aunt Qing's makeup skills are getting more and more advanced."

With a whistle, a blood-colored figure came flying in the air. Murong Yan jumped on his horse and galloped towards the direction of the Oiran Contest. Such a grand event couldn't be without him, the King of Yan, right?

They galloped all the way, whipping their horses as fast as they could, but when Murong Yan arrived, most of the people in the venue had already left, and Murong Cheng was nowhere to be seen.

He casually grabbed a servant who was tidying up the tables and chairs and asked, "What's going on? Where's the Oiran Contest?"

The servant glanced at Murong Yan and said, "Sir, you're too late. The Oiran Contest has already ended!"

"It's over?" Murong Yanhui was stunned. This was completely different from what she expected. How could it end so quickly? What on earth had happened?

Seeing Murong Yanhui's surprised expression, the servant said, "Young Master, you don't know yet, do you? In today's Oiran Contest, the Jinghong Music Troupe was the most skilled. After Jinghong's performance, the other music troupes were deserted. The audience dispersed early. I'm afraid they all went to Jinghong's performance, right?"

In Jinghong Music House, Liu Jinghong had a look of joy on his face, but Liu Manwu looked pale and Yu Qingli had an indifferent expression. After today, Jinghong Music House would be famous in Kyoto, and Yu Liuli would become a legend of Jinghong Music House!

Liu Jinghong stepped forward and bowed deeply to Yu Qingli, "Miss Liuli, thank you so much today for making Jinghong Music Hall famous in Kyoto."

"You're welcome, boss. This is what we agreed upon."

Yu Qingli did not seem too excited, as if everything was natural. What she was worried about now was when the people in the palace would start to take action?

But this worry disappeared in the next second.

A round figure rolled in front of Liu Jinghong like a ball. "Boss, it's bad, it's bad, there are a lot of people outside!"

"Little Zhuzi, don't make a fuss. The music hall is different now than it used to be. It's understandable that there are more people."

"No, Boss, those outside are just soldiers."

"Officers and soldiers?" Liu Jinghong was very surprised and a little panicked. How could there be officers and soldiers here out of the blue?

Yu Qingli felt secretly happy in her heart. Could it be someone in the palace?

As it turned out, Yu Qingli guessed right. Behind those officers and soldiers, a tall, stern-faced man appeared in front of Liu Jinghong and the others. Even though a lifetime had passed, Yu Qingli was still very familiar with this figure, and even felt a sense of guilt from the bottom of her heart.

In her previous life, in order to help Murong Feng regain the throne of crown prince, she personally sent him to prison. Later, the ruthless Murong Feng ordered her to be executed in prison. At that time, he had just gotten married. In order to wipe out the roots, more than a hundred people in the crown prince's mansion were also killed.

It was precisely because of this that she became a vicious woman in the eyes of the entire Canghe people. At the same time, it also gave Murong Feng a reason to banish her to the cold palace. How could a woman with such a vicious heart who framed the emperor's brothers become the queen of a country?

She vaguely remembered that before Murong Cheng died, she had visited him in prison. Through the heavy prison gate, Murong Cheng's eyes were blood red, like the setting sun in the sky. His hair was loose, and his handsome face no longer had the usual coldness and arrogance, but he still looked at her angrily.

"You vicious woman, even if you go to hell, I will watch you and see how you get your retribution. Just watch carefully, my today will be your tomorrow!"

I never thought that it was so accurate!

Just one year after that, Murong Feng, who had a solid foundation, was sent to the cold palace on trumped-up charges!