Each judge has five golden flowers in his hand, and if he thinks it's good, he can give a few more, and if it's not good, he can give less. Finally, the ranking is judged by the total number of golden flowers obtained by each person. Of course, this is not really a flower made of pure gold, but it is just wrapped in a layer of gold dust, which looks good.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded, the eldest princess and the old lady Chengen both gave three golden flowers, and the rest gave two and some gave one.

Lu Huaidong didn't understand the rhythm, and any music he heard was almost the same, so he asked Chu Tang in a low voice: "How do you give this?"

Chu Tang pouted, at his level, what should he judge? But he is not very smart, how many soldiers can play the piano and sing songs? Fortunately, he bites his ear, "If you look at a girl who is pleasing to the eye, give more." ”

Lu Huaidong was very happy, and he threw five flowers to the son, in his opinion, which young girl was not beautiful? It would be nice if he could marry one and go home.

In the end, Zhong Xin won twenty-five golden flowers, and the results were not bad.

The next one is Miss Zhang Yunfang, the servant of the ministry, who just talked to her, and felt that her temperament was very lively, and she danced very enthusiastically. She performed a waist drum, her posture was smart, her red dress was fluttering, and her dancing was very good-looking. After the last drum beat, the body leaned back, and the body was as soft as a willow branch.

After the dance, Guo Wanyun was the first to applaud her, and the applause of the man on the other side of the sarong continued, which showed that she was very satisfied with this young lady's slender figure.

Several old ladies don't like this kind of bouncing joy, and they don't give any good grades, but most men like it, and most of the tastes are the same from eighty to eighteen.

Later, there were a few people who performed calligraphy and painting, some played the piano and sang songs, and some played the huqin, Guo Wanyun watched it with relish, and discussed it with Guo Wenying from time to time. Guo Wenying is not interested in these, not to mention that she doesn't know any talent, and even if she can, she doesn't want to perform on stage.

However, there is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl playing the huqin to make her listen to some meaning, the sound of the piano is like a rhyme, the ring is sad, the sound of the huqin conveys the desolation, just like sitting in the desert, the old man in front of the desolate city gate of the yellow sand flying, with this bleak tone tells that he has been adrift all his life, the ancient road is thin and the horse is thin, and he sees through the prosperity, as if life is like a fire that should not be ignited.

Guo Wenying closed her eyes and felt the tone flowing, as if she had returned to the military camp in the northwest, looking at a veteran with gorgeous hair on duty in front of the city gate. When ambition is exhausted little by little with the years, all that remains is this desolation and desolation, hissing and tragic. This song can arouse the sorrow in people's hearts, and make people not quiet for a moment. It's just hard to imagine that such a desolate tune was played by a young girl.

Guo Wanyun said in a low voice: "That's Yan Yulan, the daughter of Zuo Xiang, I heard that this palace draft has already decided to enter the palace as a concubine, and some say that the emperor wants to make her the queen himself." ”

Guo Wenying looked at Yan Yulan, although it was not very beautiful, but it was also a bit dignified, and the most important thing was that her status was noble, Zuo Xiang made great contributions when the emperor ascended the throne this time, and it is no wonder that Feng Jingting wanted to make her the queen. Calm and introverted, a little introverted, in Lu Qifang's words, most of this kind of people are very scheming, they are the kind of people who can pretend, and it seems that they are indeed suitable for the kind of place in the palace.

Miss Qin Meilan of the Qing Mansion of Dali Temple sat down from behind at some point, and whispered to the two of them: "I heard that the Yan family wanted to stuff someone into the palace, and they negotiated with the emperor, and the emperor was forced to be helpless, so he agreed." I heard that Miss Yan hasn't found her husband at the age of nineteen this year, and she hasn't married at such an age, so there may be something wrong with her. ”

This Qin Meilan is quite rough, Guo Wanyun can't see her eyes even if she is so energetic, she is still chattering, and in the end she doesn't realize that the person sitting next to her is also an old girl who is nineteen years old and has not yet married.

Guo Wenying knew that she was unintentional and didn't care, not to mention that she didn't think there was anything wrong with not marrying at all, you can also not want to marry, who can say that a woman must get married?

After some arguments on the high platform, Miss Yan's Huqin didn't get many golden flowers, and Lu Huaidong didn't give one of them, so the girl from the suspect had a bit of a thick waist.

There are a few more ladies on the stage, and the performances are not very good, and the more decent they are, the more they are praised by the ladies.

Qin Rose kept watching, she wanted to dance a dance today, and she deliberately went to change her dance clothes just now, but she didn't get her after waiting for half a day, she couldn't help but be so anxious that she couldn't sit still.

At this moment, someone on the high platform read the number plate, "The next position is the twenty-three." ”

Guo Wenying was stunned, and before she could react, Qin Meilan had already shouted, "Sister Ying, call you, call you." ”

Guo Wenying sighed lightly, this is called 'weasel bites sick ducks - unlucky gets worse and worse', you say she doesn't know anything, what is she performing?

With the second shout, she could only stand up slowly, and her heart was entangled to death, which hand owed her out?

Thinking about performing, she turned her head and asked Hongxiang to go to the car to bring her toolbox, anyway, she would do the handiwork, so if she couldn't do it, she would carve a piece of jade on the spot.

Hongxiang went for a moment and ran back, carrying a small box in her hand. Guo Wenying didn't look at it, and went directly to the high platform with the box.

The handwriting performed by the previous lady just now, several lines of calligraphy fonts are written smoothly, which is very good. A table and a chair that she asked people to put on the stage were still there, just for Guo Wenying to borrow.

She put the toolbox on the table and opened it casually, only to see that there were only a few knives and some small parts of iron wire, not to mention jade, not even a piece of wood.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes below are staring, and it is impossible to think about it anymore.

She stroked her forehead in distress, and looked down at the table below, wondering what others would think of her if she broke one of the table legs?

I had no choice but to be a dead horse doctor.

Thinking of this, he smiled at the people below, and the smile was very bright, and then, under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, he raised his leg and kicked down the table, stepped on the table leg, and then unloaded one table leg in three or two strokes. She held the table legs and smiled even brighter against the backdrop of a pile of eyes crackling and falling.

The audience was silent for a while, and many people couldn't speak with their mouths open, only to hear Lu Huaidong's big voice shouting: "See, this is my sister." He tugged on Chu Tang's sleeve as he spoke, and smiled more and more proudly, "Did you see it? That's Guo Wenying, I thought I was dazzled at first, but you see that her movements are clean and neat, and she really has the style of our northwest camp." ”