On a dark day, I don't know why, the piles of small vendors did not wait patiently for the distinguished customers in the Oriole Pavilion as usual, but seemed to have encountered some sudden problems.

They exchanged their heads for a while, nodded yes, and it seemed that they quickly reached an agreement.

Among them, there are young, fast-moving ones, with neat feet, already in the blink of an eye, far away.

A few others hesitated, as if they couldn't bear to lose the dozens of ready-made deals that they were about to get in hand.

Most of them are middle-aged street vendors, and the burden of supporting their families is heavy, so they are a little reluctant.

They only lasted more than half a pillar of incense, during which they repeatedly looked up at the sky, chattered again and again, and finally, they all gritted their teeth and reluctantly pulled their legs away.

Listening to the Oriole Pavilion and the dwellings, the downtown is separated by a road, there are few fireworks on weekdays, at this time, the vendors, the coachmen are so scattered, the outside of the Listening Oriole Pavilion is even more empty, and there is no trace of people all of a sudden.

A strange chill is gradually spreading from the midsummer night sky......

It's like...... It is as if the smell of clean snow is mercilessly purifying the earth.

Everything was unusually quiet......

Only the row of camphor trees across the avenue made a rustling sound of the leaves.

The snow trails outside did not affect the liveliness of the Oriole Museum.

At this time, the drums of war are beating, the wind and clouds are gathering, and the flowers are flying......

People are boiling, songs are in tandem, and drums are dense...... The big beads of sweat rolling down the tip of her nose from her forehead, and her hands pounding to the drum like lead, were the moon worshippers who sat in the second chair in the Oriole Pavilion.

"What hard work!" said the moon.

At this moment, even if he is dressed as a sword horse in sword-sleeved breeches, he can't help the moon worship.

Su Rili, who loves literary opera, couldn't help but say proudly: "This drum and flowers, but when will it come to an end?!"

Even if she is to blame, it's no wonder that Qingwen, a girl, doesn't know how to be polite to her predecessors, blindly embodies the spirit of "competition", sings ugly, and that one is long;

It's no wonder that I grew up on my body, and listened to the ten years of real kung fu of the "class" of the Oriole Pavilion - "listening to the oriole singing, singing, reading, playing", but unfortunately, what I specialize in is the lyrical style of "singing backyard flowers on the other side" and coughing up blood against the wall, here, all of them are useless!

"If it weren't for that," Bai Yue really cried out for himself: "Throughout the ages, which talented and beautiful woman would have been reduced to relying on playing drums and working hard?!"

Since it is no wonder that the game rules of "drumming should be accompanied by singing", and no wonder Xiyue's comprehensive arrangement, then, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself!

It was he who personally handed over the sealed "wish" note to his mother, and took the initiative to ask for it, desperate to win.

"Zhaozhou Bridge comes, who repairs it-

Jade railing, who stays-"

Fortunately, at the moment, Qingwen's "out-of-tune" song has a slow beat, which makes Bai Yue have to take a breath, and his subordinates are more leisurely.

The fiery red flower clusters looked like a fire fox that was cultivating the human body and scurrying around.

One by one, as soon as they caught the flowers, they seemed to be burned, and threw them to the next family......

Brother Gongzi, who was sitting on the ground, just hurriedly handed out the flowers, stood up impatiently, turned his sore neck, threw out some fine silver, and called the little maid next to him to fill the position, so as to continue to pass the flowers on his behalf.

The prefect had already been replaced by the bright-eyed Xiyue, and sat there, happily watching the game in progress.

Master Jia has been insisting on passing flowers on the ground, only to see his eyes follow the flowers to and fro, and his hands are always raised in front of his chest, as if he is waiting for the flowers to come at any time......

Taking advantage of his father's nervous competition and lack of time to take care of himself, Baoyu took out a small mirror and shook it secretly, hoping to disrupt the rhythm of the flower fighters through the reflection of the mirror.

It seems that he is infighting, dealing with his own people, and helping Xiao Qingwen.

"Heavenly Thoreau, Queen Mother—

The Yellow River on the ground is opened by the old dragon king-" Bai Yue heard Qingwen's voice, and was extremely desperate.

The heart said: "Girl, why do you have a voice like oil, why do you sing more and more mellowly? ”

"Sister, I'll help you!" Bai Yue, who was busy beating the drums, heard this rough voice, and saw that there was just a short maid beside him, and just about to ignore it, he was so frightened that he looked at it again: it turned out to be the bastard boy Wei Xiaobao.

Xiaobao is also wearing a sword and horse clothes, he carefully rubs his face with powder, his head is piled with sideburns, and he is facing away from the crowd of flowers at this time, no matter how you look at it, she is a little girl.

"What, you're here to change my sister's post?!"