Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 42 A Lifetime of Glory and Peace (11)

Shen Yun felt that he was a rare and kind person. He had chosen the most beautiful dance costumes for Hong Zhaodi, instead of the superficially gorgeous clothes prepared by Nangong Shi, which actually magnified all of her flaws.

They even thoughtfully provided musicians.

High mountains and flowing water.

Like a babbling brook flowing through my heart, like the gentle song of a nightingale.

The clear musical notes seemed to leap among the mountains, sometimes surging, sometimes gentle, giving one the feeling of pearls falling onto a jade plate. Combined with the singer's melodious voice singing "Qing Ping Yue," the gentle breeze by the water and the elegant fragrance lingering in the air, everyone was inevitably immersed in it.

However, Shen Yun was in no mood to appreciate it. She was seething with anger inside. She was so angry! After all, she was a stunningly beautiful woman with a sweet voice, while Hong Zhaodi had always been born in the countryside.

Why is it that her dancing is passable? Shouldn't it be terrible?
2345 swallowed hard, a little scared, and said, "Host, as long as the female lead's great luck is still there, generally speaking, she'll be fine in any situation and won't make any mistakes."

Shen Yun asked coldly, "Then why was she bullied by Rou Huan before?"

2345 paused for a moment, then mimicked Shen Yun's expression, though its furry face made it difficult to discern any emotion. [This was because it was necessary to ignite the female lead's fighting spirit.]

"Whether she gets motivated or not is none of my business."

After a long silence, 2345 said, "Host, girls should try to speak more gently."

Shen Yun ignored it, thinking to himself that he wished he could shave all the fur off the furball one day, so that it wouldn't keep nagging like a little monk.

Unaware of its host's thoughts, the system suddenly felt a chill down its back, as if a cold wind was blowing mercilessly around it, making it feel extremely uneasy.

A woman in a yellow dress sitting in the corner whispered to the woman in blue next to her, "I think this Princess Deshu's dance is not bad at all, not as terrible as they say."

"Shh." The woman in blue glanced around cautiously, and seeing that no one was looking their way, she quickly lowered her voice and said to her, "Don't worry about what they say. Whatever Princess Rong'an says goes. To put it nicely, Princess Deshu is still a county princess, and her status is a match for General Nangong. But who in the capital doesn't know what Princess Deshu's original status was? Regardless of whether she is truly worthy of General Nangong, as long as Princess Rong'an thinks they are not a good match, then Princess Deshu is not worthy."

“If you really want to befriend Princess Deshu, I will definitely sever ties with you from now on, so that you won’t offend Princess Rong’an one day and implicate me,” the woman in blue said softly, her brows slightly furrowed.

The woman in the yellow shirt looked embarrassed, her eyes darting around. "I was just saying, it's not that serious, don't make a fuss."

The woman in blue didn't continue speaking, but simply shook her head and turned her attention to the side.

After Hong Zhaodi finished her dance, she was drenched in sweat. Shen Yun wasn't one to deliberately torment people, and even if she did, it wasn't in front of everyone. She was actually quite eager to experience what it felt like to be stabbed in the back.

It must feel very comfortable.

She beckoned to the palace maid to take Hong Zhaodi to change into clean clothes.

The original plan was to have her change into the clothes she was wearing when she arrived, but that would be too stingy and wouldn't suit her arrogant and domineering personality.

Aside from the styling done by Madam Nangong, and thanks to the efforts of the two nannies these past few days, this exquisite palace dress has greatly enhanced her beauty.

"I must thank Princess Deshu for performing for us earlier." Shen Yun looked at the peonies in the distance and subconsciously took a fragrant rose pastry from the white porcelain plate. It didn't taste particularly special, but it looked beautiful. It was shaped like a rose, only about the size of a thumb, and you could vaguely see tiny petals on it.

Hong Zhaodi smiled, her lips pursed, appearing somewhat arrogant.

"Although the weather is not good today, we can't let you not have a good time. Someone, bring up a few pots of flowers for the Emperor first." Upon hearing this, more than a dozen maids went out one after another, and soon each of them had a pot of flowers in their hands.

After several rounds of this, even though the hall was spacious, it was almost completely filled with items.

Wandering in a sea of ​​flowers, the air is filled with fragrance.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xiaoyue became a little anxious. She leaned down and whispered, "Princess, it's almost time to prepare for flower viewing."

Shen Yun remained silent for a long while, looking at the flowers that were blooming beautifully with a hint of pain.

So how is she going to get away with it?
A banquet of a hundred flowers is not something that can be accomplished by just a few people talking; otherwise, she wouldn't be so worried.

2345: [Host, I can give you cheat sheets.]

Shen Yun, his face filled with righteous indignation, said, "You bastard, I never expected you to be this kind of system. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would plagiarize?"

2345 was taken aback by these words, feeling both surprised and guilty. It seemed it didn't know its host well enough; it turned out its host was such an upright person.

"Pick me a shorter one."

2345:......

It paused, trying to soften its tone, "Host, didn't you just say you wouldn't plagiarize?"

Shen Yun curled his lip, "You bastard, this is your ignorance. What do you mean by plagiarism? I call it borrowing. Can borrowing be considered plagiarism? Watch your words, I'm sensitive and easily hurt."

2345 shut his mouth in despair and then pulled up the data on the big screen.

"The willow leaves are golden and tender, the pear blossoms are white and fragrant." Shen Yun smiled and declined Xiao Yue's help, slowly walking down from above.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yingxue's eyes lit up. "It's been a few days since I last saw you, Rong An. You've really made great progress compared to before. Willow color, pear blossom, it's quite something that you thought of these things."

Several of Shen Yingxue's close friends also began to shower her with compliments.

“Princess Rong’an was originally a famous talented woman in our area, and even the Grand Tutor praised her highly.”

"Even the Emperor would surely praise this poem."

……

2345 glanced at its host for no apparent reason, remaining unmoved, its face neither flushed nor its heart skipped a beat—what a shameless scoundrel!

Shen Yun gladly accepted everyone's praise, "All the flowers in this hall were gifts from my brother. When you leave, you can choose the ones you like and take them with you."

Hong Zhaodi smiled sarcastically, thinking to herself that Princess Rong'an was really stingy, coming to a banquet and only bringing some flowers.

"However, you cannot take these flowers away for nothing. I just mentioned pear blossoms, so you should also come up with some nice words to describe them, otherwise it would be a waste of this beautiful scenery."

Let's go eat in the forest, la la la la la
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(End of this chapter)