Trinh Phuong Dai is Not Thuong Te Nhi.

Chapter 5: Tran Su (Tran Dynasty Story)

"Other people drew me outside, just Master, painted me under this skin."

While the guests were immersed in beauty, not knowing what the moon was like, the servants took out several long tables arranged in rows, and placed ten sets of office treasures. The two-person beauty, standing behind the pen, smiled and said: "Today's party, named Bach My, is actually lacking. If you have extensive knowledge, you should be able to fill this hundred figure and make up for the regrets in the hearts of the Royal Family. This place has an office of four treasures, please do not be stingy, dance with your pen, draw the beautiful beauty you meet, if you are respected by the Royal Family, The Royal Family, You can be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold! "

The guests are in a fuss.

Someone asked: "What if I can't draw?"

The pretty face changed, mockingly saying: "There are so many beauties, if nothing pleasing to the eye, why didn't this guest go to heaven to enjoy the beauty?" I mean, if you can't draw beauty, you don't have to continue here.

Tran Tri and Dung Yun were originally standing in a small corner, when he finished saying this, instead, half of the eyes of the people were staring at them. The reason was none other than -- wearing the exquisite masks provided by Tan Thuc, they were the most beautiful people in this place.

Time backwards this morning, Thang Huyen and the two of them went to a banquet together. At the door of Do Quyen's painting courtyard, I was told that Southwest Vuong arranged a small banquet to welcome the great Vuong Vi Hy, especially inviting Thang Huyen to follow, to, two accompanying guests can enter the previous page.

Currently, Thang Huyen was nominally a subordinate of Southwest Vuong, of course there was no objection, not implying that Tran Tri and Dung Yun were cautious in every way.

Upon entering Tran Tri's courtyard, his mental agitated, vaguely feeling that he had forgotten something, until Dung Yun asked if he was worried about the Southwest King joining the Yen dynasty, until Dung Yun asked him if he was worried about the Southwest King joining the Yen dynasty, he suddenly realized. . Isn't Vuong Vi Hy from Trieu Yen a tactician who follows Thoi Yen day and night? When I was "Tran Ung Khac", I also met him often.

So then…

He had seen his real face!

Suddenly remembered of almost ignoring this life, his head cried out so loudly that it almost exploded. Based on the fact that Cui Yen had been missing for twenty years, Wang Weixi was still carefully taking care of the Yan dynasty, if she was discovered, she would not be able to eat and tremble just like that. Fortunately, Thang Huyen was not next to him, she immediately used an excuse to change clothes, looking for a quiet place to change shape for a while.

Rong Yun asked, he explained: "Ho Nianxin sold your painting, it's hard to guarantee that he won't sell me, I'm just preventing bad luck."

Rong Yun smiled and said: "Don't worry, he didn't sell you."

Without waiting to ask carefully, the guests immediately gathered towards them, pulling them together for a while, talking from afar, talking close and asking... Shortly thereafter, twenty beautiful women appeared, asking to invite them to a drawing.

Many guests were not because they had never seen its beauty, but ordinary painting techniques, there was no way to draw with memory, could do nothing but get documents in place.

Twenty beauties were implicitly recognized by those who had entered the beauty salon, dared not put down a pen, and continued to stare at the courtyard, only Tran Tri and Dung Yun were the most handsome.

For a moment, with them as the center, the scene was divided into three large camps, one side taking Tran Tri as the model, one side taking Dung Yun as the target, one side taking Dung Yun as the target, and the other side relies on real talent, playing naturally on paper .

Tran Tri lined up in the middle, deliberately drawing the mask of Dung Yun. He and Dung Yun lived together with the mask for several days, their charisma was extremely accurate, although they had the same face, their skills were much higher than outsiders.

After he finished painting, he wanted to go and see Rong Yun's painting, but who would have thought that the other party had handed him a step ahead.

Tran Tri asked: "Who are you drawing?"

Rong Yun smiled and said: "Of course it's human."

Tran Tri was very satisfied: "Good work."

Dung Yun intuitively misunderstood, did not explain, happily following Tran Tri to the side to calm down. The last few painters were not very confident with their own drawing techniques, but were too insecure, some even ran over to invite them to stand in front of the long table, which they were not, but it was rejected by Rong Yun.

After the twenty beautiful women finished collecting the images, the rejected ones ran towards them angrily, scolding them, saying that they did not respect the cause.

Without waiting for Dung Yun to open his mouth, Tran Tri immediately spoke first: "You and I don't know each other, you want to draw me and my little friends, I don't stop and don't stop, it was already because of love, why did you say that? no respect for morality?"

The others immediately said, "Easy for others, for me also easy. It's just that if you move your position slightly, you can't agree to such a small matter, you can clearly see the Heart!"

Tran Tri smiled and said: “Move a little, some are big and small. In the past, the king of Northern Yan invaded Southern Qi, only to move his position a few thousand miles."

"You're wrong about that statement!" The spectators suddenly jumped out and said, "King of Northern Yan is mighty and talented, ruling the world in peace and happiness, the Southern Qi King is stupid and foolish, and the, and three meals of the nation is not enough. Can the Northern Yen war against Southern Qi be called an invasion?"

Tran Tri said coldly, "Isn't that an army created by the Southern Qi people?"

"It was also the fate of the king ..."

Initially a battle of wills, it later turned into a debate about justice.

Rong Yun saw that Tran Tri was becoming more and more serious, so he pulled his sleeve and pulled it aside: "Teacher, about the pre-dynastic, why do you need to reason like that?"

Tran Tri said: "Anyway, one has to say what is right and wrong with those idiots!"

Dung Yun said: "Isn't Master a descendant of the Tran Dynasty? Why did every word help Nam Qi?"

Tran Tri suddenly looked at him with wide eyes: "Do you think what the teacher said was wrong?"

Rong Yun could not bear to let his master get angry, and immediately said: "I also think that the King of Northern Yan is not right!"

Seeing the reincarnation of the Northern Yen King who said that the Northern Yen King was not right, Tran Tri felt weeping and laughing, but felt even happier than before. While it is not true when it is easy for others to have no memory, when it is easy for others to be young, it is even more wrong, but ... It really makes people feel happy.

When Dung Yun saw Tran Tri smile, he heaved a sigh of relief: "It seems like Master just got serious and got into a fight, really..."

“Truly what?”

"The spirit is great again!" Completely lacking the courage to say frighteningly, Dung Yun could only say contrary to conscience.

Chen Zhi finally regained consciousness: "Yes, discussing these things with them is really unnecessary." No matter how high or low the picture was, the names were already sprinkled with history. After changing that, he would no longer be an insider.

As Tran Tri seamlessly diverted the center of the conflict, the attention of the other guests was not on them.

After half an hour, twenty beautiful women came out again, announcing the results. The girls arranged wooden shelves, every time they read the name, they hung the picture above, opened it, and talked about the advantages and disadvantages of painting and the appearance of the characters in the picture.

Even though it was a fake face, it often appeared in people's eyes, still making people very embarrassed. Especially the beautiful person next to him once again repeated his comment:

“Five mandarin is handsome, but lacks rigor. His face was delicate, but stubborn and impure. Although she was beautiful, there was some part of divine luck in the painting."

This is Dung Yun's review.

When Tran Tri saw the artist Dung Yun, ten people, seven or eight people were knocked out, and could not help feeling a little worried. Instead, there are pictures of other people, mostly through the door.

“This painting was drawn by Mr Cheng Xi.”

Worried, suddenly called his name.

Tran Tri watched his painting, which was placed on a shelf, slowly opened, and finally had the mood to see the results of the exam, equally afraid of failing the exam, but could not help but wait for a good result.

The beauty did not make people wait for long, calmly saying: "Although it is the same young man, it rarely catches Shen Yun, wrinkles, smiles, everything looks very lively. Pass the gate."

Hearing the last two words, Tran Tri's heart relaxed, and he couldn't help but stare at Rong Yun.

Rong Yun also looked at him, when their eyes met, he deliberately raised his eyebrows, looking very good.

Chen Zhi walked over and asked in a low voice, "What makes you happy?"

Rong Yun said: "Other people drew me outside, only my master painted me under this skin."

This statement really gives people the creeps.

Tran Tri rubbed his arms and mouth, but inevitably raised his eyebrows.

When it was Dung Yun's turn, Tran Tri was a little worried, he was very calm. Waiting for the painting to be opened, Tran Tri's face instantly changed.

The person in the picture is him, a real man!

He tried to hide his true face in hundreds of thousands of ways, but Rong Yun had just painted it with great dignity! Tran Tri was originally a screaming head that wanted to explode, now a screaming chest that wanted to explode.

Anger wants to explode!

Insiders have yet to discover, when listening to beauty judge the appearance in images normally, they frown displeasedly: "This person has no eyes to see at all! Beautiful women especially consider Shen Yun, temperament and appearance, just talking about the real face is too much."

Fortunately, the words of that beauty had just changed, and although the people in the painting had common sense, they rarely had the temperament to escape from the mundane, that beauty split Yun, Cot, apart, Dungs. Luck is the first, Bones are the second, Dirt is the last. This person can truly be considered beautiful.

Only then was Rong Yun satisfied and nodded: "It seems like there are eyes."

"You came here with me." Waiting for the beauty to announce that Dung Yun had passed the test, Tran Tri immediately pulled him aside, covered the two with fir trees, and began to count, "Who allowed me to draw?"

Rong Yun said unhappily, "Teacher just said that you did a good job ..."

"I assume you're drawing a mask."

“The mask is so ugly, how can it be compared to Master? The test is very strict, of course you have to deal with it with all your might." Dung Yun pretended to be eloquent, "Unfortunately because the candidate is too ugly, I wasn't elected, so it's a pity!"

Tran Tri pointed at his mask and said: "Have you thought about why I should wear a mask?"

Dung Yun said: "Think about it. Was Master not worried that Hu Nianxin was selling Master's paintings? Don't worry, he hasn't. Even the painting hanging in Tay Nam Vuong's bedroom wasn't a child."

Tran Tri's eyelashes twitched slightly: "What do you mean?"

Dung Yun said: “My people saw the picture again. The first time was because he was too nervous, so he did not see his words, hurriedly looked at the face of the person in the painting, then came back to report, and after seeing the words in the picture clearly, looked at the picture, he knew it wasn't a child.

Tran Tri asked: "So who is it?"

Dung Yun said: "Don't be too surprised after Master finds out that, in fact, the founding emperor Trieu Yen - Cui Yen."

…

Tran Tri looked at him indifferently. At first when he said that the person was not him, there were two possible answers in his mind—— Yen Bac Kieu and Cui Yen. Five-tenths of a ratio, of course.

Rong Yun asked, "Isn't Teacher weird?"

Tran Tri said: "Seeing something strange without acting strange, that strange thing beats itself."

Dong Yun: "..."

The whole test list is out, some are happy, some are sad. Those who hated Dung Yun and Tran Tri mostly stopped here. It was just that the two of them did not care about beauty, nor did they care about the moral issues of Dung Yun and Tran Tri, arguing with their hearts and minds whether the Northern Yen and Southern Qi were right or wrong. Even pedestrians invited to enter the courtyard did not notice.

Tran Tri and Dung Yun were among the crowd, drifting along with the waves.

Inside the yard there is a layout of four waterways, right in the middle to set up a temporary stage. Three-sided stage with chairs. Take north as rear, south as chairman position.

Tran Tri hurriedly glanced, Thang Huyen was already sitting in the right position. On his left was a tall middle-aged man. As for this face, he could tell it was very familiar. Once upon a time, Tran's father and brother Ung Other all shared the same five senses, also considered a strange method of inheritance from the Tran dynasty, so that Tran Hien Tuong's identity as the King of the Southwest could not be doubted.

On the left side Tran Hien Tuong was also a middle-aged man, but much thinner and older.

In Tran Tri's memory, the schemer, although his appearance was not very conspicuous, was very understanding of nutrition, not to mention gray hair, the wrinkles on his face were only visible when he frowned, not to mention gray hair, today her hair is bleached and her wrinkles are flat. .Yep.

Feeling that someone was staring at him, Vuong Vy Hy's eyes swept down the stage.

Tran Tri instinctively dodged.

Rong Yun stood next to him, the most sensitive, quickly asked: "What's wrong with Master?"

Tran Tri said: "It's not cold."

Rong Yun looked at the sky for a moment, the spring sun was struggling to escape from the thin clouds, compared to an hour ago, the temperature was already very warm at the moment. But he was used to it, immediately reached out to hug Tran Tri, wanting to warm him up, avoided by Tran Tri without a trace.

"In public..." Tran Tri gave him a self-conscious look. He is now beginning to hesitate, I am just pouring into his head the love of men and women, avoiding talking about whether the end of the story is true or false, because Dung Yun sometimes acts very helpless between men and men.

Rong Yun did not raise his hand anymore, but pretended to be very crowded, clinging to his body, wanting to transfer body heat.

Tran Tri could not avoid it, could do nothing but let it go.

Twenty beautiful women quickly divided them into two positions. Perhaps they were all the same people who crossed the threshold to slash through the generals, had friendships, after sitting down, everyone chatted to spend time, instead, instead, it was much more honest than before.

Only now did Tran Tri know that many of them were Ho Quang officials.

An official sighed and said: "Whatever it is, if it's not an obedient insect, it's a confused insect, left and right are insects!"

The others quickly winked at him.

Tran Tri purposely mentioned the district that captured the handsome man, wailing: "I heard that it recruited beautiful women for the Royal Family, but with such a choice, I heard, how many real beautiful women can you get?"

The official who complained earlier immediately said: "What kind of beauty is recruited, basically hanging the head of a goat to sell dog meat."

Tran Tri was always looking for the fact that Southwest Vuong wanted so many handsome young men, feeling that it should not be simple inside, but he himself could not think of the answer, he said, it is very difficult to see someone who is capable of doing so. Knowing introspection, of course, is not spared.

But the man was blinked by his friends and did not dare to continue.

Tran Tri felt uneasy, Bach My Yen began.

Twenty other beautiful women started serving food.

The first dish is called Long Tinh Ha Nhan (Ha Nhan: peeled shrimp).

The shrimp hid in the tea leaves of Longjing, very fat to almost transparent, making people want to drool, but could not bear to lower the chopsticks. At the same time, a beautiful round-faced young lady wearing a thin silk dress as graceful as an adult Longjing tea leaf walked onto the stage and saluted everyone.

“Ancient Family Princess in Hangzhou, Yunxiang. When she was a child, she used Longjing as food, her body smelled of tea... Ranked one hundred in Bach's chart My."

As soon as these words were spoken, the guests who participated in the previous competition knew that the twenty beautiful women were not characters on the Bach My board.

After Co Gia's daughter, there were dozens of top beauties, followed by men. Everyone has a detailed surname and background, Tay Nam Vuong assesses, along with the reason in the list. What was unusual was that, since the number of beautiful women was not enough for a hundred, he vacated eleven positions, not the last or the first, but very freely left several empty positions. For example, after reporting the name of the seventy-third person, directly report the name of the seventy-first person.

Every time someone came, they immediately combined the dishes, and the fiftieth person, even though each dish was only one bite, most of the people could not eat it anymore, so they stopped the chopsticks. , take a serious look.

Towards evening, it was finally presented to the thirty.

Twenty beautiful women immediately stopped performing, wandering around the stage and chairs with large, red lanterns. Many guests take the opportunity to stand up and be active, sit for so long, their legs and back almost numb.

Take a break, the show continues.

Behind these people, the introduction was also getting more and more detailed, not only clearly mentioning looks, family background, but also a lot of talent.

Tran Tri was always curious about Ngo Cuu, according to Thien Dao's plan, taking the first position, in fact he would rank first. After all, based on Thien Dao's prediction, Tran Hien Tuong chose Dung Yun to be the second, very embarrassing. But this time…

Tran Tri suddenly thought nervously: Dung Yun said that the painting in Tran Xuan Tuong's bedroom was not himself, but in a clear prediction it was him, where exactly was the problem?

As predictions and reality differ, the more people at the top, the more nervous Tran Tri becomes.

Rong Yun looked at him from the side, unwillingly holding his hand: "Who do you expect first?"

"Hmm?"

"Looking at Master, it's even more nerve-wracking than when my painting was circulated just now." Little jealousy appeared in Rong Yun's heart, as he did not know who he was, but he was able to move his master's feelings.

Tran Tri also honestly replied: "I'm afraid he'll pull out a picture and say that person is you."

Rong Yun was stunned for a moment, smiled and said: "In your opinion, what will I rank for, Master?"

Tran Tri wanted to say the second, showing a bit of his divinity document, but fearing that Dung Yun was uncomfortable, the commotion would make him even more uncomfortable, consider the truth, still choose this "First" answer.

Rong Yun smiled and rolled his eyes: "In my master's heart, are you the number one?"

Tran Tri said: "Yes. Ngo Cuu's name is unreadable, the rank can be very close first. He can also get close first, let alone you." This statement is the opposite of truth. In terms of appearance alone, Dung Yun compared to Ngo Cuu, the distance could be said to be far.

Rong Yun was in a very good mood, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Teacher, don't be distracted, take it seriously."

Trans Tri: “...”

The rankings have reached the final state of fierce competition, Poinsettia, Ban Longan, Tham Hoa, Truyen Lu.

The son of the Fang family finally got fourth place, when he stood on the stage, his face was a bit bad, but he still respected his face and went up, leaving one, two, three, behind, not to mention the people below.the stage was straight, even Wu Jiu who was the last person standing backstage was nervous.

She did not dream that one day she herself would stand in the eyes of everyone with a beauty identity, commented by the people. But any archery with a turned arrow, going to the step today, even if you close your eyes, should continue to come down.

Fortunately, he has a son, fortunately Tay Nam Vuong does not mind this baby, even telling him, waiting for the big boy to come and live together - he does not like crying children.

Wu Jiu did not know where to wait until the child grew up, but, he hoped, the capital was the highest place in the entire country. As a man, he did not have the strength to compete and stand at the top of the world, but, if he conquered another man so that he could gain power under one man, he could gain power, more than ten thousand people—dia willing.

"The son of the Wu family, nine sons ... Third place."

Although it was not the position he had imagined, it was not bad. At least, he won against all opponents. Perhaps, he had just been defeated by the hopes and imagination of the Southwest King.

He confidently walked onto the stage, smiling slightly in all directions, while raising his hands and feet, he was in the first position of the world, on the contrary, his performance was much better than the son of the Fang family before, who won the fourth place immediately attitude.

Sure enough, there was a satisfied expression on Tran Hien Tuong's face.

After Ngo Cuu went down to the radio, about to return to the back of the station, when he heard the beauty kept calling his name: "Ti Yen, the emperor who founded the Yen dynasty. Second row." Without any description, just a very simple introduction, gives a very simple rating, but leads to incredible waves and sounds.

Except for Tran Xuan Tuong and Vuong Vi Hy, everyone noticed their faces.

Putting the emperor on my Bach List also stopped, and was still right in front of the great god of the enemy! This face was completely tilted to one side.

Vuong Vi Hy looked at the radio and slowly opened the painting, Cui Yen's beautiful appearance was like fire, injuring the eyes of many people present. Beauty has just emerged, whether heroic, or charming, or graceful, or gentle... In short, everyone has their own beauty, their own unique characteristics, only Thoi Yen in the picture, like collecting all these characteristics into one body , so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish men and women, beautiful as if favored heaven.

Although Dung Yun knew that Cui Yen's appearance was very similar to him, even the insider who was sent was wrong, but when he saw her for real, he still breathed in a breath of cold air.

Instead, Tran Tri who saw the end result regained his composure.

The person in the picture is indeed Cui Yen, this clearly shows that Dung Yun's face has not been exposed, think a little optimistically, just take a self-painted picture of Dung Yun, will not leave any flaws. .

…

What an optimistic idea that makes people really optimistic!

Wang Weixi looked at the painting, neither sad nor happy to ask: "What is the meaning of the royal family?"

Tran Hien Tuong smiled but did not say anything: "Awered the incomparable face of the emperor for a long time, unfortunately, there is only one painting, there is no grace to admire the real person." Everyone knew that Cui Yen was dead, only Vuong Vi Hy stubbornly refused to admit, lied to himself and deceived this famous secret guard, there was a joke "Emperor Yen's dynasty had no emperors". ".

Vuong Vy Hy, in addition to smiling inside, said, "There is no need for the king to be pessimistic, then there will be a chance."