71: Zhu Wanwan Qin Qingxuan

Chapter 71 Zhu Wanwan, Qin Qingxuan

These five women were all dressed differently.

Among them, three wore pink chest-high gauze dresses, leaving their arms and legs bare, revealing a large expanse of skin.

Their pretty faces were obviously carefully made up, extremely exquisite yet bewitching, with eyebrows full of spring and eyes rippling like waves. As soon as they walked in, they gazed affectionately at Zheng Yi, as if they were seducing men at every moment.

Most importantly, all three of them had a red lotus floral decal engraved between their eyebrows, making them look even more charming and seductive.

As for the other two women, one was dressed in ordinary martial woman attire with a willow-like waist, and her waist-to-hip ratio was extremely exaggerated.

Compared to the three women who walked in first, her appearance fell far short, and could only be described as delicate and pretty.

The fifth woman shrouded her entire body in a white gossamer veil, and even wore a white cloak on her head, so no one could see her appearance clearly.

After the five of them entered, under the guidance of the instructing nanny, they bowed and paid respects one after another.

"This humble commoner pays respects to Your Majesty!"

"Rise."

Zhuang Yunqi immediately took out the roster and said:

"Baihua Sect, Zhu Wanwan, sixteen years of age, a First Grade Realm Martial Artist!"

"Baihua Sect, Lin Qinger, seventeen years of age, a Second Grade Realm Martial Artist!"

"Baihua Sect, Rong Miaoer, seventeen years of age, a Second Grade Realm Martial Artist!"

"White Crane Martial Hall, Bai Feihe, eighteen years of age, a Second Grade Realm Martial Artist!"

"Cihang Nunnery, Qin Qingxuan, sixteen years of age, a First Grade Realm Martial Artist!"

As soon as the words fell, many officials in the grand hall began to whisper among themselves.

"Baihua Sect? To dress so boldly is truly offensive to public decency!"

"A First Grade Realm Martial Artist at sixteen? A martial arts Genius!"

"Zhu Wanwan and Qin Qingxuan? Both are actually First Grade Realm Martial Artists; what should we do if they accidentally harm Your Majesty?"

"These five women are actually all Martial Artists of the Second Grade Realm and above. This is simply terrifying!"

While the crowd was discussing spiritedly, Zheng Yi was looking these people up and down.

Dressed boldly and offensively to public decency?

In Zheng Yi's view, the attire of these three women was already quite ordinary, alright.

Compared to hot pants and short sleeves from his past life, this was nothing at all.

Most importantly, the three women of the Baihua Sect looked at a glance like sirens who could drive men crazy.

Especially right now, as they gazed at him affectionately while teasing him with their eyes.

Judging from the intelligence sent back by the Jinyi Guard, the Baihua Sect had a Legacy spanning hundreds of years, and its greatest specialty was how to stir up men's desires and leave them unable to stop themselves!

As for the Personal Disciples among them, they only stirred up men without ever showing themselves at all.

Solely wandering through the mortal world with carnal desires and toying with men, they could make men give everything for them with just a few words.

And the three women before him, Zhu Wanwan and the others, were undoubtedly the three most outstanding Disciples of this generation of the Baihua Sect.

Yet because of an imperial decree from Zheng Yi, they were obediently sent into the palace!

"All five of you are martial arts heroines whose names resound throughout the Jianghu. Do you have any skills that can broaden My horizons?"

It was the same speech again, but the difference was that as soon as his voice fell, the three Baihua Sect Disciples stepped forward one after another.

"Hmm?"

Zhu Wanwan, who was at the head, turned her head slightly. Lin Qinger and Rong Miaoer trembled slightly, and in the end, they retreated back.

"Replying to Your Majesty, we senior and Junior Sister Disciples are most skilled at the Heavenly Demon Dance. This dance has been passed down in our Baihua Sect for a hundred years, containing a trace of the Heavenly Demon's intent, which can stir up a man's carnal desires."

"I wonder if Your Majesty likes it?"

"The Heavenly Demon Dance?"

Zheng Yi's eyes lit up brightly as he said, "Good! Good! Good! The three of you may present your dance. If you can broaden My horizons, I naturally have rewards for you."

"Understood~!"

Zhu Wanwan let out a soft hum. Behind her, Lin Qinger and Rong Miaoer were obviously a bit unconvinced, but under her Aura, they had no choice but to show charming smiles and leap forward.

The three women tapped the ground with one foot, and their entire figures swept toward the center of the grand hall like flying swallows.

Their clothes fluttered, and their dance postures were exquisitely beautiful.

Different from the dances of the palace dancing girls, the dance postures of Zhu Wanwan and the other two were much more open and bold. From time to time, they smiled gently, and from time to time, they looked back with affectionate gazes.

Lin Qinger and Rong Miaoer centered themselves around Zhu Wanwan, constantly changing their dance postures. The speed of their dance even produced phantoms.

Their tender white skin, delicate arms, and jade-like feet were constantly seducing Zheng Yi.

The surrounding palace maids and officials stared straight ahead, never expecting that a dance could be danced like this?

Even the eunuchs serving on the side could not help but stare fixedly at the three people in the grand hall, their breathing beginning to accelerate and their bodies feeling hot all over.

On the other hand, Zheng Yi, who had been constantly gazed at by the affectionate or teasing eyes of the three women, was also finding it somewhat hard to hold back at this moment.

This fucking wasn't a dance at all!

But... desire!

Although the three women were all dressed and covered most of their delicate bodies, in Zheng Yi's eyes, it was as if they were wearing nothing at all.

As the song ended, the three women stopped. Their breathing was not short of breath at all, and not even a single drop of fragrant sweat was shed.

With affection in her eyebrows, Zhu Wanwan smiled charmingly and said, "Your Majesty~ Can the dance postures of us three sisters catch Your Majesty's eyes?"

"Wonderful~ Wonderful~ Wonderful~!"

Zheng Yi clapped his hands and said, "As expected of the most outstanding Disciples of this generation of the Baihua Sect, it suits My intentions!"

"Transmit the decree!"

"Zhu Wanwan, Lin Qinger, and Rong Miaoer have peerless dance postures that best match My intentions. Reward them with the Hundred Flowers Palace!"

"Many thanks, Your Majesty!"

Hundred Flowers Palace?

Lord of a Palace?

This was the position of an imperial consort!

Sure enough, Zheng Yi's voice continued to sound: "Wan means the ribbon of a seal. In ancient times, our ancestors tied knots to keep records, which was a major event of the state."

"On the streets of Chang'an, there are endless trees; only the drooping willows tie up parting."

"Appoint Zhu Wanwan as Consort Wan!"

Before the voice fell, Zhu Wanwan's eyes in the audience had already lit up, and she was still silently reciting this ancient poem in her heart.

Your Majesty has such high literary talent!

"Appoint Lin Qinger as Consort Qing!"

"Appoint Rong Miaoer as Miao Consort!"

The three of them quickly reacted. Although Lin Qinger and Rong Miaoer were somewhat resentful in their hearts, they still respectfully thanked him for the grace: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your profound grace!"

Zheng Yi then looked at the other two: "Bai Feihe, Qin Qingxuan, do the two of you have any skills?"

Bai Feihe gave a bitter smile and said, "Your Majesty, this humble commoner's skills are inferior to others; I willingly admit defeat!"

The White Crane Martial Hall was an ordinary martial hall in the capital.

The master of the hall, White Long Eagle, was a First Grade Realm Martial Artist, most skilled in the Eagle Claw Technique, and had established a formidable reputation in the capital.

Two years ago, Yang Reverse rebelled and had also tried to win over the White Crane Martial Hall.

But at that time, White Long Eagle did not participate, instead taking his family far away from the capital.

Now that Yang Reverse's entire clan had been executed, White Long Eagle had brought his family back to the capital to rebuild the White Crane Martial Hall.

And Bai Feihe was his daughter.

At such a young age, she had already stepped into the realm of a Second Grade Martial Artist.

Within the entire martial arts circle of the capital, she possessed extremely high popularity, and it was unknown how many Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers of various martial halls secretly fancied her.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, she had actually stepped into the imperial palace and become one of the palace candidates.

In the capital's martial arts circle, she might be very outstanding.

But compared to the women of orthodox sects like the Baihua Sect and Cihang Nunnery, she still paled in comparison.

"Qin Qingxuan?"

Zheng Yi looked at Qin Qingxuan again and said, "When meeting Me, why do you still cover your face with a gossamer veil?"

"Replying to Your Majesty,"

Qin Qingxuan bowed and said, "My sect has a command: in this lifetime, only this humble commoner's husband may behold this humble commoner's appearance. I hope Your Majesty can be magnanimous and forgive this humble commoner's impoliteness."

"Only your husband can see your true appearance?"

Zheng Yi grew interested: "Then Me, am I not considered your husband?"

"Since this humble commoner is a palace candidate, Your Majesty is naturally this humble commoner's husband."

"Then why do you still not show your true face?"

Qin Qingxuan glanced around the surroundings and said calmly, "There are other men in this place."

"I see."

Zheng Yi suddenly understood and immediately said, "Except for the palace maids and eunuchs, everyone else, turn around and withdraw!"

"Understood!"

Although all the officials of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites were resentful in their hearts, they still forcibly suppressed the desire to watch and turned their bodies around.

The two Imperial Guards by Zheng Yi's side hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, if we turn around and an accident happens…"

"It's fine."

Zheng Yi said, "Cihang Nunnery is an orthodox sect; presumably nothing unexpected will happen."

"Understood!"

The two Imperial Guards could only agree helplessly, turning around to withdraw.

"Is this alright, Qin Qingxuan?"

Qin Qingxuan said, "Your Majesty's profound grace, this humble commoner is unworthy of it."

With that, she stood up, extended her slender, delicate hand, and slowly lifted the white gossamer veil shielding her face.

"This…"

Looking at Qin Qingxuan's true appearance, Zheng Yi couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

She was not the kind of peerless beauty at first glance; on the contrary, every feature looked quite ordinary.

But with such ordinary features, it made a strange feeling of inviolability rise in Zheng Yi's heart.

A perfectly standard oval face, skin that could be broken by a breath, a slightly prominent delicate nose, and a faint pink halo on her cheeks.

A pair of pupils as serene as lake water, emitting a watery radiance.

Her eyelashes were also slightly curled, revealing a trace of a detached gaze.

A fairy.

Truly too celestial!

She could be viewed from afar but not desecrated!

At a glance, Qin Qingxuan looked just like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Such a woman, who in this world could possibly be worthy of her?

Unlike Zhu Wanwan—Zhu Wanwan's appearance was indeed peerless, and every glance and smile was seductive, making people raise a strong desire to tear her apart, wanting nothing more than to ravage her and destroy her.

Meanwhile, Qin Qingxuan's beauty made people raise a strong desire to protect her.

Just like a jade Bodhisattva statue—perfect, exquisite, and flawless.

Zheng Yi immediately said, "Transmit the decree, appoint Qin Qingxuan as Consort Qin, and bestow upon her the Qingxia Palace!"

"Many thanks, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, even Zhu Wanwan's gaze changed.

I worked myself to death pulling my two Junior Sisters to dance the Heavenly Demon Dance, and it still couldn't compare to your single action of lifting your veil?

It is simply… too infuriating!

The five women were led away. At this time, Zhao Jun, the Junior Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, stepped out and said, "Your Majesty."

"What is the matter?"

"Today's appointments of consorts have already exceeded the ancestral system; I ask Your Majesty to think twice."

Zhao Jun continued, "Moreover, the number of vacant halls in the inner palace is currently not much. If Your Majesty continues to grandly appoint consorts and concubines, it is feared that criticism will arise."

"Oh?"

Zheng Yi said, "Lord Zhao need not worry about this matter. When Yang Reverse rebelled, he destroyed My Jiaotai Hall and quite a few other halls. I had long since ordered the Ministry of Works to repair the inner palace and build many more halls, which are now completed."

"It is completely sufficient to accommodate these consorts and concubines of Mine."

"Besides, among the women entering the palace in this selection, except for those of the consort rank who have separate palaces, the rest of the women, even those of the concubine rank, share a palace with others."

"My action this way is also for the sake of the Legacy of the Great Yu's rivers and mountains."

Zhao Jun said helplessly, "Your Majesty is wise!"

The selection continued!

Another five people were led up by the instructing nanny.

These five people also originated from the Jianghu, looking pretty and vibrant. Compared to other palace candidates, they undoubtedly had a more unique temperament, which also made Zheng Yi feel quite novel.

The next ten Jianghu women were all appointed as Noble Ladies, drawing sidelong glances from the surrounding officials.

Jianghu women were all appointed as Noble Ladies!

For other women, this was undoubtedly earth-shattering news.

It seemed that Your Majesty loved Jianghu women the most.

The last batch consisted of only two people.

When these last two people were led into the grand hall, another wave of discussion broke out among the officials present.

"There are only two women left at the end; is this woman from South Yue?"

"Indeed, this attire is precisely the ethnic costume of the Nanyue Tribe; she should be a member of the Baiyue Clan."

"The second person is actually a female Taoist priest?"

"With such a refined temperament and elegant deportment, the Taiyi Sect is actually willing to let such a Disciple enter the palace to serve Your Majesty?"

"I heard that the Old Ancestor of the Taiyi Sect has come out of seclusion, and it was under his instigation that this Taiyi Sect female Taoist priest entered the palace to become a consort!"

"Hiss… This woman reminds me of the nuns at the foot of Daizong Mountain; it is simply unspeakably wonderful~!"

"Shh, silence!"

The people below whispered among themselves, and Zheng Yi also looked at the two women with great interest.

One of the two women was pert and cute, her eyes full of novelty as she constantly looked around her surroundings.

The other woman was dressed as a Taoist nun, with a flying-immortal hair bun. Her temperament was serene, detached, and natural, owing nothing to external things.

"This humble commoner / this person outside of the mundane world pays respects to Your Majesty!"

Zhuang Yunqi was also stunned for a moment, then opened the roster and said:

"Nanyue County, Baiyue Clan member, Yuechan! Sixteen years of age!"

"Taiyi Sect, Immortal Master Yuheng, eighteen years of age!"

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