Chapter 568 Who can fly to the branches and become a phoenix
The March draft has begun.
There is not much particularity in Daliang's talent show, as long as she is an official woman, and between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, anyone can participate.
Of course, not everyone has the opportunity to enter the palace.
After all, when a crowd of people entered the palace, the palace was no different from the bustling vegetable market.
Portraits are generally the ones who advance to the palace more than others.
Court painter, these days are the busiest.
Even though Ayiguli has been appointed by default, she still has to go through the procedure and paint first.
In the lower left corner of the portrait, the official positions of these women's fathers, brothers, or maternal grandparents are written. These official positions, like the appearance of these women, are also one of the criteria for the emperor to consider and evaluate.
After all, royal marriages, unless you really grow up too much for the emperor's appetite, most likely, like Ayigul, exist to maintain the relationship between the emperor and the previous dynasty.
Ayiguli was afraid alone, so Tang Jiujiu followed her, feeling like accompanying his child to kindergarten on the first day, both reluctant and helpless.
The eunuch arranged for Ayigul to jump in line, but she didn't want to, instead she walked far away to the end of the line.
Tang Nineteen understands this kind of feeling, this kind of unwillingness to face it, the feeling of procrastinating for a minute is a minute.
The few in front of them are crooked, and they don't know where they made up the numbers.
But there are a few on the left hand side, which are pretty good.
Tang Nineteen and Ayiguli lined up in the queue, looking around at the people around them. Among these people, Ayiguli rarely had such a sad face.
They were all laughing, all kinds of laughs, and their eyes were filled with eager anticipation of flying up the branches and turning into phoenixes.
Tang Nineteen was looking forward to a few phoenixes appearing among them, and the harem would be even more lively in the future, and the queen mother didn't have so much free time to catch her playing chess and kill her every day.
The team walked very slowly. After all, it was a portrait. A young eunuch walked up to Ayigul and Tang Nineteen with tea, fearing that they would be tired.
Everyone cast envious eyes towards this side, and Ayigul was a little annoyed: "Go away."
Obviously, she didn't want such an honor at all.
The little eunuch was at a loss, looking at the big eunuch not far away, Tang Nineteen waved his hand: "Go down, we won't drink."
"Yes, the slave will leave."
There were tens of thousands of whispers around, talking about Tang Nineteen and Ayigul.
"Who are these two?"
"I don't know, but it seems to be a default."
"The younger one is better, but the older one is so ugly, can this be decided by default?"
Tang Nineteen's mouth twitched.
Xu Moting, I will kill you tomorrow in the Valley of the Wicked.
Qu Tiange, I will never draw this damn red birthmark from tomorrow.
"What nonsense are you talking, you tear your mouths apart." Ayiguli was already in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent her worries, but these people dared to humiliate her closest and beloved sister-in-law, she instantly became angry.
Little girl, I can't see that she is quite defensive.
As soon as she lost her temper, all the people around her cast their gazes, and the big eunuch who ordered the little eunuch to deliver tea hurriedly accompanied Xiaoxin over: "Little master, what's going on?"
Ayigul stared coldly at the two people who broke their mouths, their faces were pale and their bodies trembled slightly.
Little master, they heard clearly that the inner court eunuch called this little girl little master.
Seeing that they were indeed pitiful, Tang Nineteen persuaded Ayiguli, "Okay, there's nothing to be angry about, I'm going to be very angry."
"But they speak ill of you."
When the eunuch heard this, he immediately changed his face and scolded coldly: "Who dares to speak ill of the Sixth Princess."
This time, the two fell to the ground in fright.
(End of this chapter)
The March draft has begun.
There is not much particularity in Daliang's talent show, as long as she is an official woman, and between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, anyone can participate.
Of course, not everyone has the opportunity to enter the palace.
After all, when a crowd of people entered the palace, the palace was no different from the bustling vegetable market.
Portraits are generally the ones who advance to the palace more than others.
Court painter, these days are the busiest.
Even though Ayiguli has been appointed by default, she still has to go through the procedure and paint first.
In the lower left corner of the portrait, the official positions of these women's fathers, brothers, or maternal grandparents are written. These official positions, like the appearance of these women, are also one of the criteria for the emperor to consider and evaluate.
After all, royal marriages, unless you really grow up too much for the emperor's appetite, most likely, like Ayigul, exist to maintain the relationship between the emperor and the previous dynasty.
Ayiguli was afraid alone, so Tang Jiujiu followed her, feeling like accompanying his child to kindergarten on the first day, both reluctant and helpless.
The eunuch arranged for Ayigul to jump in line, but she didn't want to, instead she walked far away to the end of the line.
Tang Nineteen understands this kind of feeling, this kind of unwillingness to face it, the feeling of procrastinating for a minute is a minute.
The few in front of them are crooked, and they don't know where they made up the numbers.
But there are a few on the left hand side, which are pretty good.
Tang Nineteen and Ayiguli lined up in the queue, looking around at the people around them. Among these people, Ayiguli rarely had such a sad face.
They were all laughing, all kinds of laughs, and their eyes were filled with eager anticipation of flying up the branches and turning into phoenixes.
Tang Nineteen was looking forward to a few phoenixes appearing among them, and the harem would be even more lively in the future, and the queen mother didn't have so much free time to catch her playing chess and kill her every day.
The team walked very slowly. After all, it was a portrait. A young eunuch walked up to Ayigul and Tang Nineteen with tea, fearing that they would be tired.
Everyone cast envious eyes towards this side, and Ayigul was a little annoyed: "Go away."
Obviously, she didn't want such an honor at all.
The little eunuch was at a loss, looking at the big eunuch not far away, Tang Nineteen waved his hand: "Go down, we won't drink."
"Yes, the slave will leave."
There were tens of thousands of whispers around, talking about Tang Nineteen and Ayigul.
"Who are these two?"
"I don't know, but it seems to be a default."
"The younger one is better, but the older one is so ugly, can this be decided by default?"
Tang Nineteen's mouth twitched.
Xu Moting, I will kill you tomorrow in the Valley of the Wicked.
Qu Tiange, I will never draw this damn red birthmark from tomorrow.
"What nonsense are you talking, you tear your mouths apart." Ayiguli was already in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent her worries, but these people dared to humiliate her closest and beloved sister-in-law, she instantly became angry.
Little girl, I can't see that she is quite defensive.
As soon as she lost her temper, all the people around her cast their gazes, and the big eunuch who ordered the little eunuch to deliver tea hurriedly accompanied Xiaoxin over: "Little master, what's going on?"
Ayigul stared coldly at the two people who broke their mouths, their faces were pale and their bodies trembled slightly.
Little master, they heard clearly that the inner court eunuch called this little girl little master.
Seeing that they were indeed pitiful, Tang Nineteen persuaded Ayiguli, "Okay, there's nothing to be angry about, I'm going to be very angry."
"But they speak ill of you."
When the eunuch heard this, he immediately changed his face and scolded coldly: "Who dares to speak ill of the Sixth Princess."
This time, the two fell to the ground in fright.
(End of this chapter)
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