C67 (1/2)

After a short while, a group of young eunuchs carried paper and ink towards the various court ladies.

Her Majesty had ordered that the young lady who was performing must write ”Birthday” so that the emperor could calculate her fate.

Bai Zhixi looked at the brush and ink in front of her, frowning. How did she know when this body was born? When the old general saw her current state, he glared at her and snorted. Then, he picked up his brush and wrote the word 'birth.'

”Grandfather, you can't blame Little Sister Xi for this. She was so stupid in the past that she couldn't even remember who she was? How can I remember my birthday? ”

Bai Zhiyuan glanced at her, and a faint trace of disdain appeared on his lips in the blink of an eye. Replacing it was a gentle smile, but within that smile, was an indescribably gentle and elegant smile, and words that were like orchids.

The surrounding people all looked towards Bai Zhixi with sympathetic gazes, but there were some that sneered.

”Big Sis is right. If little sister was a foolish person in the past, then wouldn't it be a huge joke if she could remember her birthdate?” Then the Prime Minister's Estate is under the charge of deceiving the monarch. Will the sisters and I still be able to sit here and drink tea safely? ”

A trace of coldness surfaced on Bai Zhixi's peerlessly beautiful face. She was as prideful and uninhibited as a red plum in full bloom in winter. The surrounding people were all frightened when she said such outrageous words. They looked at her as if she were a fool, as if she was still that foolish girl from before.

When she said that, Old General Bai slapped her on the head. Her pitch black eyes were filled with an endless chill, causing people to shiver.

”Xi Er, don't speak nonsense!”

Hearing that, Bai Zhixi's eyes were bright with anticipation, staring at your man on the stage, she woke up with a start. How could she forget that she should never have said such a thing?

After a long time, the sound of a warm applause rang out, pulling her back to reality.

On the stage sat two fresh and refined women, one with a lute in hand and the other with a short Xiao. He tried his best on the stage in an attempt to attract the attention of the princes and princes. Thinking about it, those women had really used all the means they had to find a good future for themselves in order to enter the palace.

But was the palace really as good as he thought?

Bai Zhixi could not help but twitch his mouth, looking towards the prince's seat, only to realize that Jun Mohan was also looking at her.

Since he didn't have enough time to retract his gaze, he could only brazenly look at Ye Zichen and wink at him, indicating for him to drink.

She didn't expect to attract the burning gazes of the crowd. It was like a fire burning, as if she had done something wicked.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and quietly sat in a corner drinking tea. It was light and tasteless. Recalling the pair of familiar eyes from a moment ago, his heart throbbed, and his face flushed red, unable to disperse the cold wind.

However, this scene fell into the eyes of many people. They were all scornful, angry, and speechless. Each of them had their own merits.

However, Bai Zhixi did not care about all these. If she could not even endure this small detail, then how was she going to continue with the play?

”May I invite the fourth group: Zuo Xiang Fu, Bai Zhiru, and General Zhao Ze Han.”

The eunuch gave the order loudly, and Bai Zhiru and a fat lady walked up the stage.

Bai Zhiru was dressed in a pale-white palace attire. Her elegance exuded an ethereal aura. The wide skirt wound behind her back, elegant and luxurious. Her black jade like hair was simply tied up in a bun. A few plump and smooth pearls randomly added in, causing her cloud-like hair to appear even more soft and smooth. Her beautiful eyes overflowed with splendor, and her red lips rippled with a faint smile. Because she was the empress's adopted daughter, she was treated like a princess.

Seeing Zhao Zhaohan next to her, Bai Zhixi suddenly remembered a poem she had read, ”Wei Feng Shuo Ren”. Her hands were soft, her skin creamy. ”Her collar is like that of a lotus, her teeth like that of a gourd, and her head like that of a moth.” This sentence was perfect for Zhao Ze Han. In ancient times, this beauty of thin was also a strange existence.

Not long later, the two of them bowed to everyone. They were truly talented.