When many flower growers take turns on stage, the official performance begins.

Qiu Gongzi, who attracted everyone's attention the most, was naturally the finale, but some of the previous operas were also excellent, and the fire-breathing and miscellaneous performances were full of fire, and the blazing breath penetrated far away, and for a time the stage was full of brilliance.

The crowd was dazzled.

Where had Feng Xiaohan seen such a scene, he was so fascinated by it that he even forgot to eat the flower cake in his hand.

The man on the stage spat flames, stood up, and flipped a few somersaults in mid-air, and the dazzling flames formed several circles of fire in the air with his movement, which was extremely difficult and won the warm applause of the audience.

After several shows were on their own, they finally came to the finale.

I saw a person stepping on the clouds, wearing a phoenix crown, wearing a pink floral robe, and he couldn't see his real face with heavy makeup, which seemed to be an ordinary actor.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the people in the audience applauded and applauded fiercely, especially those women who were all red-faced and red-eared, shouting the words "Autumn Prince".

Even Feng Xiaoxiao was smiling, looking at the female actor on the stage.

The actor clasped his hands together and saluted the audience, and the audience gradually quieted down and cleared his throat.

The music sounded, like weeping.

Qiu Gongzi showed his cloud sleeves, as if covering the stars and the moon, his eyes were blurred, like a hard-working girl separated from her lover, and she was pitiful when she saw it.

He opened his mouth softly and sang the most famous song in Kyoto, "Broken Intestines".

The two completely different singing styles of the Beijing dialect and the Qin dialect are constantly changing in his mouth, without any sense of condensation, adding a bit of desolation, like crying and complaining.

The evening breeze blew through the crowd, and it was unbelievable that so many people could even feel a chill when they were huddled together.

Because this coolness does not come with the evening breeze, but is born from the bottom of the heart, urging people to break their bowels.

This song tells the story of a general's daughter, who falls in love with a young general of an enemy country, and when the two countries are at war and her father and lover are both killed in battle, her inner sorrow.

homeland hatred,

Love-hate dilemma.

Foolish looking at it from afar,

There is no end to the relationship.

Who doesn't want to be with the person they love?

The big white fat man looked at the tearful Feng Xiaoxiao and sighed leisurely.

Lou Tingyu glanced at He Xirou, her eyes were gentle, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

This is the famous "Broken Human Intestines", the famous song of Qiu Gongzi.

After the song ended, Qiu Gongzi waved his cloud sleeves and sat down on the ground, and the cloud sleeves formed a circle to surround him in the center.

The moment the music is interrupted, it is as if the sound of the strings breaking, which makes people wake up from the desolation and return to reality.

Feng Xiaohan saw that everyone was nervous just now, so he didn't bother, and then asked, "Is he Qiu Gongzi?" I thought it would be a man. ”

"He is indeed a man, and men wearing women's clothes are called anti-strings, which is an extremely clever skill, and it is also the best way to prove his singing voice. ”

Lu Yingfeng said: "Whether it is technique, expression or mood, Qiu Gongzi deserves to be the No. 1 opera master in Kyoto. ”

Lou Tingyu shook his head and said: "It is indeed him who is the number one opera in Kyoto, but the first person in opera in the Tang Dynasty has to be Jia Qingrong." ”

Lu Yingfeng asked curiously: "The first person in Kyoto is not the first person in the Tang Dynasty, why is this?"

Lou Tingyu smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Lu doesn't know, I survived this old gentleman's tunes when I was a child, and I also learned some deeds about him. ”

Lu Yingfeng seemed very interested, and said with a smile: "I would like to hear about it." ”

Lou Tingyu is very good at this kind of thing, Shanshan said in great detail, and Lu Yingfeng also listened very carefully, Feng Xiaoxiao and the other female disciples sat on the side and watched with adoration on their faces.

This made the white fat man very unhappy, opened his mouth and swallowed seven pieces of osmanthus cake, chewed hard, and was all angry.

Feng Xiaohan looked at this scene, sighed, and pushed the osmanthus cake in front of him forward, obviously unable to stand this blow.

Under the pleading of the fans, Qiu Gongzi gave up after three more tunes.

The women in the audience were all confused, with peach blossoms on their faces, looking at the back of the person who was slowly stepping off the stage, and even shouted loudly "Qiu Gongzi, I love you", "Qiu Gongzi, I want to marry you" and so on, which made the parents' faces change, and they forcibly dragged their daughters out of here, feeling gloomy.

"Woe to you. ”

Feng Xiaohan remembered a sentence he had seen in a certain book: "The more good-looking people are, the more they will cause unnecessary trouble, I thought it was about women, but I didn't expect men to be the same." ”

He Xirou glared at him fiercely, and he had said something similar on the previous road.

Many people have clothes and are heartfelt, for example, Lou likes to sit alone in front of the moon when he listens to the rain, and Lu Yingfeng likes to bathe in the morning light.

But there are also people who are not interested in this, than He Xirou has been thinking about what the purpose of those people who are following them is, since there is no hostility, why not show up?

Feng Xiaohan didn't understand this kind of thing at all, he only cared about when the next plate of osmanthus cake would be served.

After the performance, the Qiu Ju Party also came to an end.

The referees have already ranked the chrysanthemums behind the stage.

The old man stood on the stage and read out the list of the top three, and the winners took the stage to give speeches and share their experience in planting flowers.

"In the end, the winner of the Wildflower King is ......"

The old man paused when he said this, and the audience held their breath, although they knew that this name had nothing to do with them, they still couldn't help but get nervous.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the audience was almost mobilized, the old man smiled and said, "Zhao Haotian, please come to the stage!"

A middle-aged man, with a shy belly, an apron covered with oil stains, walked up to the stage with a spatula in his arms.

Zhao Haotian stood in the middle of the stage, took the chrysanthemum he brought to the competition from the referee's hand, and enjoyed the applause and admiring eyes of the audience.

All the disciples in the private room of the teahouse had grown their mouths, and their faces were full of disbelief, and even He Xirou's gaze was attracted by him.

This guy is not very familiar except for the big white fat man and Feng Xiaohan, but they all know each other.

Feng Xiaohan and the big white fat man glanced at each other.

I didn't expect it to be him!

Zhao Haotian held the chrysanthemum and spatula, coughed dryly, and said: "I am a member of the Changming Sect, but I am not a disciple or an elder of the outer mountains, I am just the head of the Qingzhu Peak Dining Guest House. When I was in the palace, I had a good relationship with Gonggong Chen, who was in charge of the imperial garden, and I asked for a few tips on raising flowers, which seems to be really useful today. ”

Everyone in Qingzhu Peak knew him as the leader, but few knew his name, and few people even knew his surname Zhao.

Feng Xiaoxiao smiled: "I didn't expect him to be a good flower planter, but why didn't he come to participate in the Qiu Ju Festival a few years ago?"

The old man on the stage was also very curious and asked, "Why did you come to participate in the Qiu Ju Festival this year?"

"Because good chrysanthemums have to go through several generations of flower breeding and careful cultivation, I have cultivated a total of six generations for this pot of chrysanthemums. That's why I dare to come this year to compete with all the flower craftsmen. ”

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