"Xiaobai, why are you here? Is it stalking me? Feng Wanwan slipped the back of the white fox's neck, and Feng Zihuan listened to the white fox's squeak, and rescued the white fox from Feng Wanwan's hands and put it in his arms.

"Stupid woman, you sneaked out of the palace, I really thought no one would find out, right? I don't know if I am followed by someone behind me, if it weren't for this king's tricks, where would you still be at ease here"

"You say someone is following me? I didn't notice it. ”

"It's stupid to say you're stupid. What is this king, a rare white jade fox king in the world, such a trivial matter I moved my fingers, and that person was thrown into a sleep by me in the fragrance house. The little fox stood up straight on Feng Zihuan's lap, looking arrogant.

"I know you're the best, Xiaobai." Seeing that her worries had been resolved, Feng Wanwan happily hugged the white fox in her arms, eager to kiss the two. At this moment, a sound of the piano came from the direction of the stage, and when he looked up, a man was sitting in front of the piano table in front of him, the cloud-colored brocade robe on his body exuded a unique temperament, and there seemed to be thousands of stars circulating in his eyes. The slender fingertips touched the strings, and the ethereal and wonderful music leaked out. As if by magic, the fingers plucked on the piano. Sometimes it is like the gentleness and delicacy of the spring breeze, sometimes it is like the summer lotus in the polar pond, sometimes it is like the poignant and graceful autumn maple leaves, and sometimes it is like the pure and honest snowflakes in winter...... Everyone in the room was touched by the sound of his harp. At the end of the song, the man got up gently, a shallow smile remained at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were hazy, as proud as a fairy descending to earth.

"He, why is he here? How could it be him? While Feng Wanwan was enjoying the sound of the piano, Feng Zihuan also saw the man playing the piano, and his face was the person he saved that night. Looking at him like this, I think the injury should have healed. That night, he was dressed in black, like a goblin who fell into the night, and now he was dressed in a cloud-colored brocade robe, like an immortal above the nine heavens, noble and elegant. Feng Zihuan took a few steps forward to take a closer look, stepped on the air, almost fell from the roof, and was pulled back by Feng Wanwan's silver silk phoenix tail whip wrapped around his waist.

"Sister Zihuan, what's wrong with you? This tune is good, but also note that we're on the roof, the roof. Feng Wanwan pulled back Feng Zihuan, still feeling frightened, this is a three-story roof, fall down, if there is a good thing, how is it good. At the critical moment just now, thanks to Xiaobai's transmission, he was able to save it in time.

"Wanwan, it's him. I just saw him. ”

"What? Who is it? ”

"Wanwan, he, I told you, I saved that. It was him, the one who had just played the piano. Feng Zihuan almost fell downstairs without knowing it, and was still immersed in the memories with that person, explaining to Feng Wanwan incoherently. Feng Wanwan followed the direction of her fingers, and there was still a figure of a man playing the piano, and there was only one person on the stage.

"Everyone, the one who performed just now was the son chosen by Mo Worry Pavilion. The sound of this piano, like this, is all first-class. Don't forget to vote for Childe's worry-free" The red silk ordered the people to remove the piano stage, and the center of the stage was vacant to prepare for the next contestant.

"Next, it is the son Qianwu selected by the Drunken Red Mansion to sing a song for everyone." The red silk stepped back from the side of the stage, a young man timidly walked up, nodded to the musician on the side of the stage, the music started, and the tactful and somewhat sad singing slowly flowed out: green gauze skirt white feather fan pearl curtain open moon full long drive red fire into the pearl curtain infinity desert like fog not fog like smoke not smoke silent night thoughts can not be dispersed The sound of the wind is fine and the candle shadow is chaotic when the acacia is thick when the heart turns faint A day of green light into the crystal chain The meaning is continuous The heart has lovesick strings Finger slender Hearts are implicated Never a good night is short I only hate the green silk long The green silk is long More companions Sit and watch the moon in the sky.

"Drunken Red Mansion? Why not mercy? ”

"What is this singing, I want to see mercy. Go down, go down"

"Drunk Red Mansion, I only recognize the pity of the son, this young man who has not grown up, Aunt Hong, you are also shortlisted?"

Before the young man finished singing a song, he was already covered by the ridicule of the audience, his eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, he grabbed his shirt with both hands, looked at the audience timidly, turned around and fled off the stage.

"The merciful son will come out, don't be impatient. Look at you, scare other people's children. Okay, okay, it's all my red silk selection mistake, and I'll compensate you here. The next one, the son of Chunyu Lou to explore the moon. Hongxuan made people follow Qianwu who ran away with a look, and brought it back to the drunken Red Mansion, and he went on stage to appease the audience. A man in green clothes came up holding the pipa in his arms, and his fingers were plucking the strings like green onions, making a pleasant sound, and the cold music was like spring water left from the cliff, the sound of hitting the pebbles, and the mist of the water made people only feel cool.

"Aunt Hong, we have to see the compassion of the son, these are vulgar fans."

"Yes, yes, substitution, substitution, please come out"

"Aunt Hong, substitution, substitution"

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No one bought several sons on stage one after another, and there were still a few men who were about to take the stage backstage. Listening to the cries of the sympathetic sons in front of the stage, some timid people had no idea of the game, and directly gave up the game and left.

"I heard, you miss me? Thank you for your love" In the noise, the colorful screen behind the stage suddenly fell to the ground, and a man walked out lazily. He was dressed in a purple robe, his half-open chest exposed his delicate collarbones and sexy dimples, his magnificent face was like a charm in the jumping lights, and his long eyelashes were stained with shallow moisture, making his eyes hazy and misty. With a faint smile and an unreachable flutter on his lips, the fingertips of the phoenix pill dyed pulled up a strand of hair hanging down from the shoulder, and the phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the wisps of silk flowed out of a faint charm.

"Compassion, compassion, it's so beautiful"

"Ah, I'm going to die, mercy, I'm going to marry you"

"Compassion is mine, you dare to think of him and beat you"

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The man looked at the crowd of people in the audience who were fighting for him, and there was smugness and sneer in his eyes. This red street, the Oiran Contest has always been born in the child's compassion and childe's carefree, although the childe's carefree piano skills are unparalleled, but the people are clear, except for the Oiran Contest appearance, never see guests. The child's compassion is different, his appearance is gorgeous, and he is famous for dancing drunk butterflies in the capital. The popular head card of the drunken Red Mansion, countless dignitaries and nobles spent a lot of money, and they wanted to be the guests of the son's mercy, just to let the mercy dance for her. Ordinary people don't necessarily see each other when they go bankrupt, so they can see it every year.

"You love and have compassion, and you can't repay it, but you can only offer a dance to show your gratitude."

The words fell, and the dance began. The dark purple sleeves swing lightly to beckon the butterfly dance, and the slender waist is slowly twisted with fluttering silk. Dance to the rhythm of the musicians. It seems to be a butterfly fluttering, like a fallen leaf swaying in the air, like a bouquet of flowers in the bush, twisting its waist with the rhythm of the wind. A smile always rippled on his face, and his long black hair was messy in the wind. The most is the smile at the end of the song, and all kinds of charm surround the eyebrows. When the song is over, stand up. Brushing the hair around his ears with his hands, he returned to his languid appearance.

"Childe forgets his worries, you say, how about the dance of compassion? Who is better than your piano? The man in purple leaned lazily on the edge of the stage pillar, and glanced casually at the backstage.

"Forget your worries and don't dare to say anything, in terms of dance art, the merciful son is naturally better, and he is willing to bow down without worry." The man in white stood up and Shi Shiran saluted.

"Childe forgets his worries, is this ready to give up the name of the first beauty in the capital to mercy? Compassion is not eaten by the groaning. It's better for you to come up, and we will cooperate in a song to compare the highs and lows. "Compassion has always scoffed at the noble style of forgetting worries, and they have all been in the land of fireworks, and they still look like noble sons all day long. Forget it yourself, and bring out a whole pure and high-minded Mo Wei Pavilion. So much so that every year in the Oiran Contest, as long as there is a son who forgets to sign up, he will naturally participate in it with compassion, just to compete for the high.

Such a name, forget the worries have never been put in the eyes. If the merciful son wants it, why not give it to you? ”

"I don't need you to let me, the things I want with mercy have always been fought for by myself."

"Forget your worries and have no intention of fighting, so you will leave."

Gongzi forgot to bow to the audience again, and was about to leave, when the man in purple rushed down from the stage, blocked Gongzi's way, and made a gesture to pull Gongzi Wuwu onto the stage. During the pulling, the white jade knot on the waist of Forget Worry was broken, and the white jade fell to the ground and shattered into several petals. Childe looked at the broken white jade in a daze, which was the jade that his father personally selected for him, saying that it would protect his life. Now, his father and mother are dead, which is his only hope for his parents.

"Isn't it just a piece of jade? The condition is old. If you like jade and win me, I will give you dozens or hundreds of yuan. The man in purple said disapprovingly.

"It's so difficult for a compassionate son to be so strong, just for a win or a loss, to fight for a false name? Okay, I'll compare you to you. Forget the tears in his eyes, squatted down, picked up the broken jade piece by piece, and wrapped it in a close-fitting brocade and put it in his arms. wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and followed the man in purple on stage.

"Wait a minute, you two should be the next performance time, you two should have asked me if you two want to compete." Behind him, the attic window opened, and a man in red with a half-golden mask sat in front of the window, shaking a red fan.

"Who are you? I didn't even dare to show my face, I guess my face was ugly and I couldn't see anyone. It was not easy for Ziyi to be merciful enough to let Gongzi forget his worries and compete with him on the same stage, but he was interrupted again.

"I'm here for the Oiran Contest." The man in red closed the fan and jumped directly from the windowsill, landing in the center of the stage.

"Dust dwelling? Luochenju has been closed, why did it come this year? ”

"Wow, although I block half of my face, I pack a ticket, and I'm a beauty."

"It turns out that the dust house has been hiding treasures, look at this figure, the taste must be good... Yes... Who hit me"

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The man in red who suddenly appeared once again caused controversy among the audience. The man in red was noncommittal, but his dark red eyes under the mask only looked at one place, the roof of the building on the side of the stage, to see if the little guy could notice him. As a result, it seems that the white fox in the woman's arms attracts her attention even more. The man's eyes slashed over the white fox like a knife, and he had already made the furry thing an enemy, and to be his enemy was only death. And here, Feng Wanwan has been playing with the white fox, and she hasn't noticed the changes in the stage at all, and Feng Zihuan next to her will only pay attention to the stage when the son forgets to show up, but there is only that person left in his eyes. Only the jade fox detected the trace of killing intent out of animal acuity, but the target of the killing intent did not seem to be dealing with a stupid woman, but himself.