Huancheng Deep

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"Fairy," Feng Youhuang cursed under his breath. His once captivating face darkened.

Chen Zexie smiled, his face cold, yet his leisurely and languid demeanor was extremely alluring. He watched Yu Zhou's every move intently, even Yu Zhou himself.

His narrow eyes held a hint of amusement as he smiled wickedly. This woman interested Hua Wuxin—cold, aloof, and indifferent, yet every move she made exuded an extreme allure and seduction. Most importantly, Hua Qianmo also liked her. Competing with her was his greatest pleasure.

The audience fell silent. Gone were the lewd and greedy expressions; only awe and worship remained. They realized that people could be this beautiful, even without seeing Yu Zhou's face beneath the crescent-shaped mask. Her understated beauty was enough to drive them mad.

Although Lan Tianxixiang felt a strange sense of familiarity with "Bing Ning," she wasn't quite sure. But seeing Bing Ning cowering timidly in the corner, she immediately understood. She smiled slightly. She really wanted to see what he looked like in women's clothing, but unfortunately, he was wearing a mask. A sudden idea struck Lan Tianxixiang, and she picked up a pebble and threw it, hoping to break the rope binding Yu Zhou's crescent-shaped mask.

But Yu Zhou seemed to have heard it and easily dodged it.

"Yan, would you like to see the face behind that mask?" Yelü whispered seductively in Ye Yan's ear. A wisp of her hair brushed against Ye Yan's ear, creating an incredibly intimate atmosphere.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I don't want to," Ye Yan said awkwardly, though in truth he really wanted to.

Yelü smiled lazily: "Yan, I didn't expect you to lie." With that, he picked up the piece of paper and threw it. Yu Zhou panicked, but the paper had already severed the rope.

With a 'crack,' the silver-white crescent mask suddenly fell to the ground, shattering into two pieces. Yet, it still shone brightly.

The audience was stunned, speechless for a long time. The sound of shattering glasses echoed, their mouths agape. Their eyes were filled with naked possessiveness and desire. This kind of beauty was designed to corrupt men everywhere. It was so beautiful it took their breath away.

Her ink-black hair, fragrant and intoxicating, drew people closer. A hint of surprise lingered on her exquisite face, yet it couldn't diminish her beauty; her intelligent eyes shone with a captivating brilliance. Though she had just wept, and tears still glistened in her eyes, this only made her beauty more poignant. What a beautiful woman, alluring yet icy. It was as if the world itself had lost its color.

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[Dynasty Storms: Stunning Beauties]

Yu Zhou raised his eyes, his gaze filled with anger. The so-called most beautiful woman in the world had become utterly insignificant. A woman who could make even other women infatuated—perhaps only Yu Zhou in the world could do that.

Her stunning eyes held a hint of indignation, yet it didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest. Everyone in the room stared intently at Yu Zhou's face, their greedy desires palpable.

Hua Qianmo had imagined what Yu Zhou would look like in women's clothing, countless times in the dead of night, but none of it was as shocking as what she was seeing now. Her beauty transcended gender, as if she were a fairy or a god.

"Luckily, he's a man!" Yelü Longxu sneered at Yu Zhou. If Yu Zhou were a woman, every man in the world would give anything to have him. However, Yelü Longxu didn't care whether he was male or female. As long as he was Yu Zhou, he would definitely have him.

"My little Zhouzhou is so beautiful, she's captivating everyone." Ye Yan stared at Yu Zhou, his eyes glued to her.

Although Meng Tianfang couldn't stand Ye Yan's clamor, he was also stunned by her breathtaking beauty. In men's clothing, she was stunningly beautiful; in women's clothing, she was ethereal, as if he couldn't grasp her. Meng Tianfang felt a surge of inferiority and distress. How long would this twisted unrequited love last? He desperately wanted to forget Yu Zhou's voice and appearance, yet he couldn't help but look at Yu Zhou, the silver-white fairy. She was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Yuan Yang looked at Yu Zhou, his face calm, perhaps the most composed of all. He gazed at her with serene eyes, observing her panicked expression. Such a side of Yu Zhou was rare. Perhaps this was his truest self. Cold, indifferent, ruthless, and heartless—Yu Zhou, when will you finally let go of all this? Yuan Yang touched the phoenix pendant in his hand, lost in thought.

"Yu Xuanyuan, what kind of person are you really?" Chen Ze sneered. His pupils contracted continuously. But the look in his eyes for Yu Zhou was one of predation, of endless demand, domineering and terrifying, like the fearsome gaze of a tiger hunting its prey.

"The enemy," Xiao Han closed his eyes, refusing to look at Yu Zhou's unparalleled beauty. He knew that if he continued to gaze upon such a beautiful face, he would never be able to bring himself to kill him, constantly reminding himself that Yu Zhou was his enemy. Yet, the sword in his hand became limp and powerless. Beauty, it turned out, could control him. Xiao Han gave a weak, bitter laugh. His emerald eyes held a desolate loneliness.

Feng Youhuang's narrow eyes gleamed with a purple light. He remained silent, unsure how to react. His hand traced Yu Zhou's contours repeatedly, yet he couldn't reach him. He dejectedly lowered his hand. He might never be able to touch him again in this lifetime.

Shen Wuyue suddenly stood up. He couldn't believe that there could be such a beautiful woman at this time. If a man was breathtakingly beautiful, how could she be a woman… Shen Wuyue's face darkened. Such beauty was something no one else should ever see; only he could. Yu Zhouzhen would never let go, his love would be bound to her for all eternity. Ji Yuran was also stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. Even the most beautiful women in the world, Wu Yueying and Yu Qingqing, could not compare to her beauty. This woman looked very much like Prime Minister Yu. Could she be Prime Minister Yu?

Ji Yuran was taken aback by this idea and turned to look at Shen Wuyue. She saw Shen Wuyue staring at the person on the glass platform with a soulless gaze, filled with intense love and a deep possessiveness.

Lin Lie stood on the roof beam and almost fell off. He had never seen his young master dressed as a woman before. Even though he knew his young master was a woman, he never expected him to be so beautiful.

Hua Wuxin was also shocked, but seemed to snap out of his daze. This might be the last time he saw such a stunning beauty. Such a beauty would surely cause war. And even his own playful and fickle heart seemed to have been captivated.

"The third round of the beauty contest. Since ancient times, a beautiful woman has possessed four qualities: breath as fragrant as orchids, skin as smooth as jade, graceful swaying, and captivating, soul-stirring eyes," Hua Wuxin said calmly. This was the final test. Hua Wuxin's words pulled everyone back from their reverie. But Qingfeng would definitely be his. He smiled confidently.

Bing Ning looked at Yu Zhou with concern. Yu Zhou was also helpless. Since his face had already been exposed, there was nothing he could do.

"How shall we compete?" Yu Zhou released his breath. A soft, enchanting voice flowed from his lips. Sweet and alluring. It turned out this was Yu Zhou's real voice; he had used the breath control to make it low and husky in order to impersonate a man. But unexpectedly, Dan Dan's words plunged everyone into a daze. Unlike the melancholy of his singing just now.

[Dynasty Storms: Four Aspects of Beauty, Part 1]

"Miss Flower Bud, Miss Gentle Breeze, the first performance is called 'Breath Like Orchids'." Hua Wuxin casually took out a paper flower and handed it to Yu Zhou and Hua Qianmo, who both found it strange.

"Every woman possesses a delicate fragrance, but those who can truly breathe as sweet as orchids are extremely rare. Now, I would like to ask Miss Qingfeng and Miss Huarui to breathe on her," Hua Wuxin explained. However, almost no one listened to Hua Wuxin; they all stared intently at Yu Zhou. Such beauty was perhaps the most tragic.

Hua Qianmo paused for a moment and blew on it. He placed it on the table, and several refined scholars gathered around to smell it.

"Young master, they all smell wonderful."

"Yes! They all smell really good, what should we do?"

Hua Wuxin smiled brightly and said, "Although humans are the masters of all things, they cannot distinguish certain tastes, but some animals can." After speaking, she took out a glass frame. Inside was a colorful butterfly, fluttering gracefully.

Hua Wuxin opened the door and released the butterfly. The butterfly fluttered in, hovering between the two paper flowers. Finally, it gently danced upon Yu Zhou's paper flower. Everyone gasped in amazement. The fragrance that even the butterfly was attracted to—this was truly the fragrance of orchids.

Hua Qianmo, her face flushed, pointed at Yu Zhou and said, "You—you definitely took the honey." She picked up the flowers on the table and began to examine them. But she found no trace of it. Yu Zhou now felt incredibly ironic; he had actually tried to compete with Hua Qianmo in beauty. But seeing Hua Qianmo's concerned expression, Yu Zhou was utterly speechless. A grown man like him!

"As you can imagine, Qingfeng has won this round," Hua Wuxin said sarcastically to Hua Qianmo.

"You, Hua—don't waste time, hurry up and tell me the next round." Hua Qianmo wanted to blurt it out, but she stopped herself in the end.

Hua Wuxin took out an inkstone, the thick ink on it emitting a strong fragrance.

"Are we going to have a calligraphy competition?" Hua Qianmo's eyes were full of joy. The audience below was also buzzing with discussion. This competition was getting more and more exciting, even surpassing the competitions for courtesans. It was truly a place where talent could be fully displayed.

However, Hua Wuxin shook his head and said, "The second quality of a stunning beauty is smooth, jade-like skin. And this ink is called lacquer ink, which is known for its stickiness and can adhere to any object, appearing thick, black, and shiny. Now we just need to drip lacquer ink onto the legs of the two ladies, and the best skin is the kind that can allow the lacquer ink to flow without leaving a trace."

Hua Qianmo sat down angrily, revealing her long, slender, fair legs. Yu Zhou also sat down, lifting her skirt. Everyone stared in disbelief at her legs; their long, jade-like legs were breathtakingly perfect.

Hua Wuxin placed a piece of white paper underneath and dripped the ink onto it. The ink dripped onto Hua Qianmo's leg, but slowly flowed down until it reached the white paper. This was already quite good; ink normally adheres immediately to objects, so it was already impressive that it reached the white paper.

Hua Qianmo proudly raised her head and looked at Yu Zhou's fair thighs. Although she was slightly infatuated, she still came back to her senses and said, "Hey, why aren't you dripping yet!"

Hua Wuxin said with a grin, "It's already been dripped." Hua Wuxin pointed to the black dot on the white paper.

"How is that possible? I don't believe it, not even a trace left." Hua Qianmo said in utter astonishment.