This is really making people squat in the crowd, and disaster comes from heaven.

The white dove looked at the boiling crowd in the audience with a bewildered expression. What do I call this operation???

The white pigeon looked at Li Yunchang in the crowd, and her intuition made her suspect that this bastard was making her stumble. Sure enough, Li Yunchang looked at her in the center of the stage with a playful expression.

How much does this Nima hate me? I can't be a good girl, I have to be a maid for others. It's over, how can I give Daxian Guangfu mahjong mission.

In his heart, he once again added an account to Li Yunchang.

In fact, it wasn't someone who stumbled at all, just now I don't know where a master secretly made a move to push the spring breeze and sent the white pigeon to the stage. Li Yunchang just saw that the person was just to send the white pigeon to the game, so he didn't pursue it. He just wanted to see how many tricks the white dove had, so he didn't stop it. Besides, he really lost to Chunyu, who would dare to rob the maid with his grandiose son?

Seeing the white pigeon glaring at him fiercely, Li Yunchang could only continue to bear the blame silently in high coldness. Explanation: This is not what our prince does.

Besides, the yellow-haired girl of the white pigeon came on stage, and the audience burst into laughter.

"Whose yellow-haired girl, go down"

"Are you kidding?"

"I want to be red, I want to go crazy, this girl"

'Come down, come down'

Listening to the chanting of the crowd, the white pigeon showed a flattering smile on his face and said to the audience: "I'll come down, I'll come down." ”

"Girl, please stay. Now that you're on stage, it's time to participate in the competition, so please stand in the center. ”

"Don't let me go?" Bai Ge scolded in his heart, if it weren't for the heavily armed guards in the venue who were paying attention to the stage menacingly, Bai Ge really wanted to throw a shoe in the host's face, and then run away.

It's a pity that the white pigeon is just a yellow-haired girl. can only stand obediently in the middle of a group of beauties with their heads down, but the most ordinary one has become the spotlight of the audience.

I have to say that life always jokes with you like this, and what some people don't want is what others dream of.

The stir in the audience slowly subsided.

The host began to let everyone draw lots, plus the white dove, and there were five women who came up to challenge the spring rain.

For the sake of fairness, the content of the competition is that the judges can't see the real person, and the work speaks, and both of them win the first place to be the champion, otherwise they can only obediently be a maid for the Spring Rain girl.

The spring rain girl drew two bamboo sticks from the camphor wood box, which were poems and songs.

Bai Ge thought to himself that since he couldn't step down, he would have a good game, anyway, he was going to attack, no matter if he won or lost, he could enter the palace to face the saint.

is that if you lose the name of a maid, it is estimated that your image will be greatly reduced.

Thinking in my heart, I decided that I still had to do my best.

The content of the poem is to cater to the content of the competition, and a poem about a woman is written in a stick of incense.

Bai Ge's heart was relieved, he used to like a poem very much, that is, the white head of Zhuo Wenjun of the two Han Dynasty, that sentence is willing to win the heart of one person, and the white head is inseparable from the quatrain in the hearts of many people.

The white dove wrote this poem with confidence.

Li Yunchang in the audience looked at the white pigeon's momentum without stage fright, and felt more and more that this girl was interesting, man, the more dangerous it was, the more it aroused his desire to conquer, even if this desire would break people's bones.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and everyone put pen to paper.

In the case of a song contest, people sit behind a screen and sing in turn.

The white pigeon ranked third, listening to the first four sisters singing graceful words, the white pigeon felt that they were comparable, the white pigeon wanted to have something exciting, and was afraid that the ancients were not so easy to accept, their own poetry, the white pigeon has 80% certainty, the song, or the better point of winning steadily, searched for the ancient songs in her head, she had an idea.

So, a pop song that crossed time and space began to be sung on this stage.

That's right, as a diehard fan of Jay, a song of Dongfeng Po is the most in line with her mood.

The slightly immature voice of the white pigeon, with her homesick mood at this time, sings it with a unique flavor.

A lonely light stands at the window

I'll pretend you're not gone behind the door

The old land is more lonely if the full moon is revisited

The candle flame in the middle of the night couldn't bear to scold me

A pot of wandering wandering is difficult to enter the throat

After you leave, the wine is warm, and the memories are thin

How to steal the time when the water flows eastward

The flowers ripen once they bloom, but I miss them

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

The years peeled off on the wall to see when I was a child

I still remember that we were all very young

And now the sound of the piano is faint, I wait, you haven't heard it

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

Maple Leaf dyes the story, and I see through the ending

I'll lead you through the ancient road outside the fence

In the years of desolation, even the breakup was silent

A pot of wandering wandering is difficult to enter the throat

After you leave, the wine is warm, and the memories are thin

How to steal the time when the water flows eastward

The flowers ripen once they bloom, but I miss them

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

The years peeled off on the wall to see when I was a child

I still remember that we were all very young

And now the sound of the piano is faint, I wait, you haven't heard it

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

Maple Leaf dyes the story, and I see through the ending

I'll lead you through the ancient road outside the fence

In the years of desolation, even the breakup was silent

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

The years peeled off on the wall to see when I was a child

I still remember that we were all very young

And now the sound of the piano is faint, I wait, you haven't heard it

Who is playing a song with the pipa?

Maple Leaf dyes the story, and I see through the ending

I'll lead you through the ancient road outside the fence

In the years of desolation, even the breakup was silent.

Every time the white dove sang, the audience became quieter, and at the end of the singing, everyone followed her into a faint sorrow. At the end of the song, everyone was still reminiscing, Li Yunchang listened to it for some reason, listening to this sad voice, and felt a trace of pity for the owner of the song.

The last word was recorded, and everyone seemed to be watching this sad story come to an end, and they forgot to applaud for a while. It wasn't until the city lord on the stage coughed lightly that everyone woke up like a dream, and thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The lord of the castle said, "The champion of the song must be known to everyone." Let's take a look at the poems of the beauties. ”

The host picked up the paper and read it out in turn, and someone wrote that a woman should be like a jade. Someone writes that Sijun is emaciated. When the host reads the white dove's white-headed chant. It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable. When I read this poem, even the host couldn't help but reread it and praised it repeatedly, good sentences.

The women in the audience are even more like hearing the declaration of the new world, in this era of men with three wives and four concubines, no woman dares to expect that she is the only one in this life, and many women to be married are even more ashamed.

The judges discussed and decided that the first name was Baitou Yin.

When the white pigeon heard the result, he silently sighed in his heart.

Xu Zixian looked at the white pigeon a little worriedly, and found that she had a bright smile on her face, and she was relieved.

In this competition, the white girl and the spring rain girl tied for the championship. Gao Jinzhi, Hu Wuyu, Dai Chuxue, and Bian Rong thought about changing from a famous lady to someone else's handmaid in the future, and looked at the two people in the center of the stage with sad faces.

The white pigeon didn't know that this inexplicable champion brought a trick of fate that no one could have imagined.