It was already late autumn, and the world was already playing the prelude to winter. Everything was covered in gold, and the air was filled with a sense of depression.
However, the desolation of autumn did not affect the desire of the people in Shangjing to watch the fun. The wide road had been cleared, and both sides were guarded by armed officers and soldiers. They blocked the people who wanted to see the young Langjuns.
When the auspicious hour arrived, more than a hundred carriages with red silk hung on them slowly drove to the royal garden. The pedestrians on both sides were craning their necks.
"Hey, that Langjun is so good-looking, like a fairy. I wonder which family he is from …"
"I don't care which family he is from. We are just ordinary people. This is the only time we can see him …"
More than a hundred red silk carriages set off from the auspicious hour and paraded along the main street of Shangjing.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing the Langjuns sitting inside. Each of them had red lips and white teeth. Their clothes were bright and beautiful, and their appearance was not bad. Occasionally, their eyes would wander and fall on the unmarried women. It was as if their souls could be sucked away. Even though there was a huge disparity in status, many unmarried women would dress up beautifully today. They wanted to talk but were too shy to flirt with the young Langjuns in the carriage, hoping to make a good relationship.
Jiang Pengji sat in a private room by the window in a teahouse. She could see the lively scene on the street if she turned her head slightly.
"It's like a courtesan parade … It hurts my eyes."
She took a sip of tea, glanced at the carriages with red silk that happened to pass by, and silently looked away.
The audience in the streaming room had the same idea as her. When they heard that there was a parade before the evaluation and that they could see the high-quality young men who would participate in the evaluation, they all clamored and moved their stools over. They craned their necks and waited for the parade to begin.
However, when the first carriage passed by, they all covered their eyes and whined that they were going blind.
Ru Fu Ru Zi Wo Yangzhi: "I am here to see handsome men, not to have my eyeballs removed. Host, you are so unkind."
Laosiji Lianmeng: "If the host did not say that this is a serious activity, I would have thought it was a courtesan parade …"
Cao Lao Ai Ru Wife: "No, upstairs, which courtesan is so good-looking? Aren't they afraid of going bankrupt?"
Maixi Zhao Zilong: "# smirk. Even Cao Lao, who has a strong taste, can't accept this.
Jiang Pengji originally wanted to complain, but when she saw the complaints in the streaming room, she almost choked on the tea she was drinking.
Although it was a little embarrassing, at least it was not too embarrassing. Feng Jin, who was sitting opposite her, was more miserable. He almost spilled the tea on his brand-new clothes. If he had not swallowed the tea, he would have choked and spat it out. "Lanting, you, you are really …"
"I'm just telling the truth. They are much more ostentatious than the courtesan parading through the streets." Jiang Pengji said with a smile. Her eyes were like a pair of crescent moons. "I thought it was a pity that you missed the assessment because of your hand injury. But when I think of you sitting in a red silk carriage like them, dressed gorgeously, wearing pink, red, and green clothes, I can't bear to look straight at you. "
The weather had completely turned cold, but that did not stop the people's passion for dressing up.
Their clothes were mostly bright colors like lotus root pink, water green, lake green, dark blue, spring green, willow yellow, and scarlet. The lapels of their clothes were slightly loose, revealing some of their collarbones. Their hair was tied up with a jade crown and decorated with delicate silk flowers or blooming red plum branches. Their faces were covered with a thick layer of snow-white powder that was as white as a limestone wall. Their lips were mostly painted with bright red lipstick, giving people goosebumps all over their bodies.
She could not understand the aesthetics of the people in ancient times.
The people who were ugly to her were as beautiful as fairies in the eyes of the people downstairs.
Jiang Pengji took a deep breath. She had to admit that the Langjuns were indeed very good-looking. But their makeup skills were too destructive. Jiang Pengji could not help but wonder if the poor kids had offended the stylist …
Bah, where did the stylist come from in this era!
Feng Jin looked at Jiang Pengji helplessly. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "This is the fashion in Shangjing. The gentry's sons are after it."
"It doesn't matter if it's a hundred people or a million people. Ugly is ugly. The so-called beauty does not mean putting all the good things on your head. If that's the case, it's better to look at a vase. "Jiang Pengji pouted, which made Feng Jin speechless.
Feng Jin coughed and said, "Lanting is still young. You will understand when you grow up."
Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Jin, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"If you think that's beautiful, why don't I see you wearing makeup?" Jiang Pengji looked at him from head to toe. He was wearing a green scholar's robe with layers and wide sleeves. His black hair was tied up neatly with a simple and natural crown. He looked refreshing.
Feng Jin's fingers paused. He shook his head and suddenly said, "I'm born beautiful. I don't need any accessories."
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
Young Feng Jin, even if you're narcissistic, you're still so elegant and refined.
Jiang Pengji was bored to death. She supported the window with one hand. The red silk carriages passed by the teahouse one after another. The people seemed to have turned into star-chasers. They stared at the Langjuns. Many girls even took off the sachets on their waists and threw them at the carriages when they saw the men they liked.
Perhaps they were used to it, but many viewers in the streaming room seemed to be able to accept it.
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
Suddenly, there was a Mimi who felt sorry for the audience's aesthetics. Had it been destroyed?
Just as she was about to doze off, the bullet screen in the streaming room suddenly surged out like a blowout. It almost covered every inch of the virtual screen. Jiang Pengji frowned. She didn't understand what these people who were obsessed with looks had taken the wrong medicine this time.
Xiaokuankouchieyou Oh: "I saw my husband. He's so handsome!!!!"
Yusubi Sanguoshen: "I feel like my eyes are healed. It's great o (≧ v ́) o ~ ~"
Laosiji Lianmeng: "I heard the sound of flowers blooming."
Xiangchengwei Jishui: "Mama asked me why the screen of my phone is wet. I haven't licked it enough."
Sanzhisongshu Ningshi: "It's blown out. The ascetic Adonis seems to have torn his clothes."
She turned her head to look downstairs. She heard Feng Jin's laughter.
"This Langjun looks unfamiliar. Which family are you from?"
The man was wearing a dark blue robe with wide sleeves. The dark color did not make him look old. Instead, it made his snow-white skin look even more beautiful. His face was like jade, his hair was like splashes of ink, his lips were red without lipstick, and his eyebrows were green without any makeup. Unlike other people who looked at the people and smiled, he was sitting still. He closed his eyes and seemed to be deep in thought. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
With her excellent eyesight, Jiang Pengji could even see his slender eyelashes.
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