"Then Hall Master Zhao Lan, as the head of the Palace's Song and Dance Pavilion, why don' t you take a look at the performance of these two beauties? Is it good or not?"
On both sides of the chair were side seats. On the left side, a woman was carefully looking at me.
I didn' t dare to look her in the eye. I just glanced at her, and she seemed to be describing her. Although she didn' t seem to be young, she was still dignified and graceful.
She revealed a faint smile and said:
"Since the emperor has already agreed, then it is definitely good. I personally mentioned Man Yu as a second-grade singer. I will not dwell on her exquisite zither. On the other hand, this Miss Jiu' er's dancing was moving, one step by one lotus flower. "That's right."
"So it turns out that Man Yu is a folk seco
