A few days were just a snap of a finger, and in a blink of an eye, it was time to run for Oiran.

Since the Oiran Contest didn't officially start until the evening, Sotsuki didn't set off until sunset. She is still wearing an unadorned white dress, her long hair is lightly pulled, she is used to it, and she is holding the guqin in her arms.

She walked along the path, and the pear blossoms on the side of the road were blooming enthusiastically, and the small flowers were crowded on the branches, occasionally floating down one or two petals, and falling on the shoulders of Su Yue, who didn't know what she was thinking.

A purple coat suddenly appeared in front of her, and she subconsciously gave way, not wanting the person to get out of the way at the same time as her. Su Yue was stunned for a moment, and was about to pass by, but the person was at the same time as her, and coincidentally blocked in front of her.

Su Yue frowned, didn't look at him, and said in an indifferent voice: "Please let me go." ”

The person in front of him paused, stopped for a while, and then slowly turned sideways and moved out of the way.

"Thank you. ”

Su Yue walked past him without lifting the piano head, and when she passed by him, she seemed to smell the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

The person in the purple dress turned around slightly, and his face was unusually handsome, even compared to his son. He looked at the white figure that was fading away, and his inky eyes were getting deeper.

I was standing on the verandah, and I could see the people performing on the stage below. Most of the melon seeds in my hand have been swallowed by me, but now there are only five people out.

Although there are only five people who have come out, these five are equally up, and each has its own merits. or bright, or delicate, or charming, or searching, all of them are excellent beauty embryos. But they are the same performances, which are related to the rhythm, such as pipa, xiao, gonghou and so on. I thought about it, and it was probably what it was like.

The contest is a contest in which the winner is selected by voting, and each guest who enters the contest will receive a flower with a note hanging from it, and if you like someone, write her name on it, and someone will collect it. In the end, the winner of the Oiran Contest will be determined by the number of votes.

Su Yue is ranked seventh, so it's not far from her appearance. Originally, I had great confidence in her before the competition, but now that I see those who participate, I am faintly worried. But after thinking about it, in fact, it doesn't matter if she is an oiran or not, what matters is whether she can enter the Pinghou Mansion smoothly.

I looked up at the corridor opposite, where men dressed in rich purple clothes sat casually, and next to them sat an old man in rich clothes, and two little men stood respectfully behind them.

The man in purple half-leaned his head, looking intently at the people performing on the stage, his long ink-colored hair was half-tied by a jade crown, and a few strands hung down scattered, falling on the placket, outlining a beautiful curve.

That is the emperor's maternal uncle, Song Linyuan, the twenty-five-year-old Pinghou Pinghou.

In fact, if you talk about Song Linyuan, there is still something to say.

Song Linyuan was originally an orthodox royal family, led the army at the age of sixteen, went out to work hard for four years, and was recalled to the imperial capital at the age of twenty when it coincided with the palace change. His eldest brother who sat on the throne was unscrupulous, immersed in beauty all day long, until the moment when the rebels broke through the imperial city, he suddenly woke up. But it was too late at this time, and he ended up being killed by random arrows.

His sister is also a strange woman. His imperial sister's husband was originally a hussar general, and after the two got married, they respected each other like guests and loved each other very much. But the good times didn't last long, and a war took her husband's life, leaving her alone and a child who didn't reach the crown.

But in that palace mutiny, his imperial sister used a part of the army left by her husband to sweep away the rebels, and then used thunderous means to eliminate dissidents and prepare to help him ascend to the throne. But he said that he was not determined to do anything and refused to compromise, so the last person to ascend the throne was his nephew Song Yi, who was ten years younger than him.

After Song Yi ascended the throne, Song Linyuan wanted to resign and stay away from the government and the world, but soon his imperial sister was ill because of an old illness, and before she died, she taught him half of the country's military power, so that he could assist her son well. And said that if her son is not enterprising and has no talent for governing the country, he can replace him and so on. Song Linyuan hesitated again and again, and finally agreed to stay. So, this assistance is five years, until now.

Actually, I think Song Linyuan is quite stupid, he wants to be a marquis instead of sitting on a good throne, and he is not at ease to be a marquis, and he is still being remembered all day long and thinking about how to take his life.

I can only sigh at this, if he really sits on the throne, should the killer run to the palace like dumplings?

"Next, Miss Suyue from Drunken Spring Building!"

I came back to my senses and looked up in interest.

I saw a woman slowly walking towards the center of the color platform. She wore a white dance dress made of smoke, long water sleeves tucked between her hands, and delicate silver bells tied with blue ribbons hanging from her waist. Her long hair was lightly tied, several hairbands of the same color hung gently to the side through the long inky hair, and a few silver bells fell at the end.

She walked to the center of the stage without squinting, and her face was still with that cold look, as if it was a cold pear blossom blooming in the drizzle.

Such a beautiful woman.

A hint of surprise appeared in Song Linyuan's eyes when he saw her, but he slowly calmed down.

The music gradually sounded, a peaceful but sad tone, like a cold stream of water, pouring straight into the bottom of my heart.

Su Yue's long sleeves spread, the water sleeves drew a graceful arc in the air, and the white light yarn on the skirt moved with her. Every step she took was extremely accurate, and the silver bell tied around her waist rang softly, and the melodious sound of the bell was mixed with the music, which was exceptionally good.

I looked at the dancing figures on the stage, and I was a little surprised. I thought she was just playing the piano well, but I never thought that dancing was so good. How did such a woman end up in the end where she didn't remember anything?

I looked at Song Linyuan, who was sitting opposite, he was looking intently at Su Yue on the stage, her inky eyes reflected her long hair and her nails showing a dignified orchid.

He watched quietly, then tilted his head slightly and said to the little bustard standing behind him: "Go and call the old bustard of Zuichun Building." ”

The little guy behind him bowed his head and retreated lightly.

The prime minister who was sitting on the side looked at him and asked with a smile: "Does Master Hou think she is good?" ”

Song Linyuan watched Su Yue end with a one-legged spin, her snow-white clothes bloomed, and then slowly returned to calm.

After a while, he lowered his eyes slightly: "It's just that the dance is very good." ”

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