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572.572 The distance of the phoenix 1

Hearing what the emperor said now, everyone could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

They don't care what happens to Princess An Ning. Anyway, as long as the annual disguised blind date conference Meipinhui can be held, that's all!

So, after the emperor asked the chief eunuch to say these words, everyone hurriedly said in greeting, "Your Majesty is wise!"

The plum tasting party has officially begun.

In fact, the competition basically starts at the same time. There are so many types. Generally speaking, the ladies only choose one or two to participate, and at most there are no more than three.

After all, being able to practice any one of so many talents to the extreme is considered extraordinary. There are so many kinds, and it is impossible to be good at them all.

Mu Jinshi was not interested in participating in these competitions. All her goals were just the so-called Qiankun chessboard.

However, her chess skills are not very good, so how to get the Qiankun chessboard is really a big problem.

Mu Jinshi walked around the venue, admiring other people's performances.

These talented men and women are really quite capable. They play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are all very elegant!

Mu Jinshi was not good at playing the guqin. He could do it in a pretentious manner, but when he actually played it, he couldn't. Piano or violin were pretty much the same.

As for chess, she used to think that her chess skills were great, but after playing against Mu Qingyuan, she had completely understood that her chess skills were just that of an amateur.

As for books, because she used to like writing calligraphy, she was quite good. But compared with the ancients, her handwriting was too average, and there was really no possibility of victory!

As for painting... can sketching be done? Ink and wash Chinese painting, she really has no way to start.

Poetry is not difficult. She can't compose poetry, so she can't memorize poetry? After all, she has five thousand years of exquisite poetry in her belly, so she can just pick one and memorize it.

Singing and dancing... She does know how to sing and dance, but I don't know if people in this Tianxuan Continent know how to appreciate modern dance, ballet or pop songs? How about a song of anxiety? Or the Golden Cudgel? I don't know after she finished singing,

How many people are still alive at the scene!

Thinking of this, Mu Jinshi couldn't help but laugh.

She had no choice but to think about singing the Golden Cudgel in front of these ancient people...she just couldn't help but want to laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

A lazy voice sounded.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something funny." Mu Jinshi replied casually.

After she finished answering, she suddenly realized who was asking her?

Mu Jinshi immediately turned his head and looked at the speaker.

A man dressed in red.

Well, after what happened with Long Ying, Mu Jinshi was really too sensitive to Hong Yi. When he saw Hong Yi, he couldn't help but want to frown!

This man looked to be in his twenties, leaning lazily against a tree. He seemed to have no bones in his body. His laziness simply emanated from the depths of his soul.

"Who are you?" Mu Jinshi asked calmly.

The man yawned and then said lazily, "Are you in a good mood?"

Mu Jinshi smiled softly, "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"Not very good." The man replied casually. After saying a few words, the man yawned countless times, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.

"What does it have to do with me?" Mu Jinshi chuckled.


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