Chapter 18: A Hundred Flowers Gather (4)
The assessment of the talents of Cuiyan Pavilion began at noon, and the old bustard had already stirred up the atmosphere in advance, and forcibly retained many local gentry and sons to support the scene, and finally did not let the last day of the hundred flowers gather too cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
And Zhou Chang, who was left by the old bustard's words before, twisted his fingers after tasting a table of delicacies, and was leaning back on the chair boredly at the moment, looking at the performance of the young female talents on the stage, but he didn't even bother to look at it.
"Hey, why do you think this lustful Zhou Jungong is still here? Isn't the bidding already a failure? Is there anything else in this group of new talents that he cares about?"
At this moment, many gentry in the audience opened their mouths, after all, Zhou Chang had just married the thirty-sixth concubine not long ago, and now he has not been favored by the top brand, so he should turn around and leave and go back to his little wife.
But at this moment, he looked very interested, and his fat ass sat on the chair and didn't even mean to leave, which had to surprise Zhou Jungong's intentions.
As everyone knows, Zhou Chang is also in a state of anxiety at this moment, after all, he can make the old bustard say that the beauty is difficult to find in this life, but he is afraid that his appearance can surpass the four beauties, and even save the face he has lost.
Can... What if this was just a gimmick?
"Shizi, look at ......"
The guard stepped aside and whispered to Shizi's side. "You see that the old bustard only talked to Zhou Chang, but didn't explain to you, will he go behind your back......"
"Don't worry! Sixty percent of the Cuiyan Pavilion was single-handedly held up by Zhou Chang, and the old bustard naturally wanted to face him, anyway, we are not in a hurry to go back. ā
Speaking and reaching out to pick up the female attendant who accompanied him earlier, he teased it, and then entered with a glass of wine, looking at Zhou Chang's fat legs that were shaking because of nervousness, and the corners of his mouth picked again.
"You might as well wait with him!"
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On this side, Mo Wushuang filled his stomach from the canteen, and when he went out, he received the number sent by the guards, and it seemed that there were more than a dozen people who took his turn to assess, so he had to hurry back and change his clothes and rush to the hall.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, I saw through the screen that one by one the pale female talents left the scene, and immediately exhaled deeply, trying to get rid of all the tension.
"It's a pity, Sister Xiangling hasn't returned for two days, otherwise she should really take a good look at our practice results, but you can also be glad that Li Yuanfang and Luo Xiaojiu tracked down Hu Xueyao, otherwise I am afraid it will be embarrassing if we talk about it in the future." ā
In the afterglow, he seemed to see the figure of Xiao Zhiyin in a dark room, and at the same time, the other party also turned his head to look at him, and a bright red sneer on the corner of his mouth made people get goosebumps.
"Cut! Look at this look, I can't close my legs last night!"
As soon as the thought flashed, the talented woman on the stage ran back to the backstage with her shoulders and crying, Mo Wushuang flashed slightly, and finally heard the voice of the bustard coming from the direction of the front hall, calling the serial number of her palm.
"Whew, Xiao Zhiyin, get ready to be slapped in the face......"
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Zhou Chang felt that he was about to fall asleep with boredom, watching the inconspicuous girls perform on the stage, but all he thought about was the scene of Yunyu with the concubine he had just bought a while ago.
I couldn't help but sigh a few more times, and when I was thinking about whether the bustard was fooling himself, I saw the bustard in the corner secretly making a gesture.
"On the thirty-sixth, Wushuang is on stage!"
Pushed to the eight-sided brocade drum around half of the stage, everyone in the audience was surprised who actually performed with the drum, but heard a golden bell crisp echo in the entire hall, as if the magic sound hooked everyone's eyes to look behind the screen, but saw a crystal clear jade foot poking out, accompanied by the golden bell wrapped around the wrist again, finally showing the appearance of this beautiful woman.
"The bright moon reflects the white jade light, and the gold and silver are not stained with fairy faces. ā
An indescribably delicate and beautiful face made everyone stunned in place, like the eyes of bright stars, like lips like cherry blossoms, like green silk like ink into a waterfall, and like a pretty face with mutton fat and powder.
extinguished the fire in everyone's hearts and lit up the originally dim dance hall, and everyone was so stunned that they forgot the appearance of the twelve red cards in the city earlier, and stayed in a white-clothed shadow for a long time and couldn't bear to leave their intoxicated eyes.
The crisp bell rang again, and the jade feet lit the clear water surface around the stage, as if stepping on the tips of the hearts of the hundreds of men present, and finally took out two rolls of white silk tied with golden bells.
With the sound of a drum of "Knock!", the picture turned and the fairy disappeared, and in the vast battlefield, the eagle falcon skipped by, but a woman swayed and danced in front of the cold sword of the army, which ignited the long-lost blood and happiness in everyone's hearts.
"Boom!" "Ding!"
The interweaving of golden bells and drums is like rain and mist filling everyone's dreams for a while, and then bombarding everyone's hearts like a storm.
Since when have you forgotten your earlier passionate ambitions, and since when have you abandoned your youthful frivolity when you left home.
In the battlefield, the white-clothed man dreamed of how many heroes and husbands were brave and loyal, and the two white silk turned into how many unwilling to die before she could make a breakthrough in her fingertips.
Tears filled the air, even if it was a filthy person like Zhou Chang, he couldn't withstand the ravages of the years, and his eyes changed from the earlier amazement of Mo Wushuang's appearance to the shock and praise of the embroidered clothes and drums.
sighed for thousands of miles of recklessness, how many thousands of years have been poured, the iron clothes of the elite soldiers have swept across the Burning Horse Glacier, and how many people are still looking at the direction of the battlefield with white temples and sighing.
After the corner and the crowd, Di Huaiying and Li Yuanfang, who came in disguise, had seen Mo Wushuang like this, and they turned their eyes a few times, but they unconsciously knew a little more about the beauty in front of them, and also had a little more inexplicable nostalgia......
The sound of drums climbed like waves, causing the night wind to blow the petals and hover around the stage, and the swaying lights seemed to be also being pulled, reflecting Mo Wushuang's dancing figure more clearly and brightly, and even more supporting the scene of thousands of horses galloping under the command in his thoughts and startling the smoke for half a day.
Have you ever thought that in an instant, the drum beat stopped abruptly, the dream scattered, the haunting white clothes fell to the ground and startled the guests, but when they gathered to watch, they saw Mo Wushuang lying on the ground like a falling butterfly, which made people pity, and for some reason he was paralyzed, and he couldn't lift up his strength at all!
"Thirty-sixth, Wushuang failed the assessment!"
It's like a mockery, it's like a mockery......
Everyone present got up and scolded angrily, but Xiao Zhiyin took the place of the old bustard and stopped in front of Mo Wushuang, and the afterglow swept over everyone present and raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"The assessment of talents in Cuiyan Pavilion has never been missed, since the unequaled girl has not finished her performance, it stands to reason that she should be sent outside the building to be a prostitute for life or be disposed of and sold to the masters. ā
"However, the old mother also knew that Miss Wushuang had been in poor health recently, so she sent me over to give me another chance. ā
"As long as the first night auction of the peerless girl can reach 1,000 taels of silver, you can avoid the fate of selling yourself, and if you can reach the price of 8,000 taels of gold for the top brand of Fangcai, you can avoid the fate of being a prostitute, and it will be counted as a successful promotion!"
Obviously, the Cuiyan Pavilion sold Mo Wushuang with the eight thousand taels of gold that Fang had just lost......
Hearing this, everyone in the audience shouted, Xiao Zhiyin ignored it, turned his head and lowered his eyebrows to look at Mo Wushuang who was weak, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of sarcasm.
"Do you know why I'm going to let you go these days? It's all because you're in the limelight, so that the Cuiyan Pavilion can't be tolerated, and all the beauties can't get used to it, this is your most direct lesson!"
"Oh yes, don't let me see you in the dining hall next time, or you'll end up even worse. ā
After that, Xiao Zhiyin brushed his sleeves and left with a sneer, leaving only a vial that rolled down in front of Mo Wushuang's eyes, and it was written on it...... "Cartilage San"!