Red Street, Oiran Contest.

The man in red flew to the stage, as if deliberately separating the two people who were pulling, and three men of various types appeared, completely bursting the atmosphere of the Oiran competition. From left to right, the cold and arrogant son forgets his worries, the son Huruo who is dressed in red like a fiery golden mask, and the charming and sultry son's compassion suddenly arouses the emotions of the women in the audience, and the audience's enthusiasm has reached its peak.

"Wanwan, he seems to be being bullied."

Childe forgot to worry and appeared in front of people, Feng Zihuan's eyes were no one else, watching him forced to compete, as if something very important was broken, this kind of thing made Feng Zihuan's heart ache. Such a noble person, but being bullied, Feng Zihuan looked at him secretly wiping his tears, and especially wanted to take him back now, hugging him in his arms to comfort him. But this is the Red Street, and even my mother never sends anyone to set foot on it easily. I heard that the forces behind Red Street are extraordinary, and no matter who enters Red Street to cause trouble, they will lead a mysterious team of men in black to appear and kill them.

"Who? Who was bullied? You're a stinky little white, and your clothes have been ruined by you. ”

Feng Wanwan was still playing with the little white fox, and when she heard Feng Zihuan's words, she was distracted, and the hem of her sleeve was scratched by the white fox's claws. Speaking of the white fox that caused the accident, Feng Wanwan knocked on the white fox's forehead with a violent shudder, and the little white fox's aggrieved little paws held his head and rubbed it himself.

"Wanwan. Let's go down and have a look, I want to help him. Seeing that he was being bullied, Feng Zihuan had no time to take care of anything else, so he pulled Feng Wanwan and flew off the roof.

"Hey, Sister Zihuan, don't worry. Ah, I'm going to hit someone. ”

"Ah, my feet"

"You don't have long eyes, you're in a hurry to be reincarnated"

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Feng Zihuan dragged Feng Wanwan into the crowd and squeezed all the way to the front of the stage. Just like two butterflies, one green and one white, flying in the crowd, the phoenix was dragged and couldn't break free, so she could only hurriedly say sorry to the person who was knocked down all the way. The three people on the stage also noticed this farce, and Pity only felt that it was two more womanizers, and opened their eyes in disgust. Forget worry recognized that the slightly older woman in green was the woman who bandaged himself under the moonlight that day, and he had also gone to that place to look for it in the next few days but did not find anyone, and he owed her a word of thanks. The man in red looked at the woman in white who was dragged away and kept apologizing, like a cheetah ready to attack and found his prey, very interesting.

"You two, have you seen enough? Is it better than that? Seeing that the two of them had not moved, Ziyi couldn't help but interrupt the two of them. The two women in the audience appeared, and the other two people on the stage didn't pay attention to this game, only Mercy was left and wanted to win or lose. This situation made Mercy a little irritable.

"How to compare? Seems interesting? The red-clothed fox is holding a folding fan, but his eyes have been chasing his little one.

"What are you capable of when you don't even dare to show your true face? Either go down, or you'll be embarrassed. "Mercy has also lived in Red Street for many years, and I have never heard of the name of Gongzi Huruo, and I don't have any ability to think about it, only the guy over there called Forget Worries can compare with him.

"Have mercy, in order to compete with me, you participate in the Oiran Contest every year, and fight for me every year. For what exactly? If you offend the merciful son, forget your worries and compensate you here. ”

"For what? Oh, to break your hypocrisy. Without further ado, you just promised me that you would decide the outcome of the song. ”

"This fox boy, this matter is all caused by forgetting worries, delaying the son's time, forgetting worries is very sorry. Childe, it's better to wait for a while, and when our game is over, it's not too late for you to come up and perform again. ”

Forgetting his worries and seeing compassion and not giving up until he reaches his goal, he will inevitably continue to be troubled in the future, so it is better to take this opportunity to follow his wishes. It's just that this fox Ruo Gongzi should have been performing time, but because of this incident, he forgot his worries and felt that he couldn't go, so he bowed to Gongzi Hu Ruo. Looking back, the person who ordered the person to retrieve his piano from the carriage of Mo Youge, found a place, sat down cross-legged, and put the body of the piano on his lap, just waiting for mercy to solve the problem.

"My son has always done only fun things, and your game is very interesting. Anyway, we have to perform, so let's go together. The red-clothed fox put away the folding fan, pinned it to his waist, moved to the other end of the stage to stand, and took out a red jade flute from his sleeve and stroked it carefully. The whole Xiao jade color is pure, the color is like the sunset, the tail is inlaid with pure gold, and a red tassel knot is pendant. In view, this object is of extraordinary value.

"Hmph, don't do your best, don't cry if you lose for a while. As for me, I am also an old acquaintance with Forget Worries, and we are familiar with each other's strengths. In that case, why don't you ask the question of the masked guy. Ziyi snorted softly, it was just a fight between him and Forget Worries, but now he joined a guy who didn't know the height of the sky.

"Then the Qin Sheng's predecessor's "Acacia at Hand" is well-known to the world, and it is easy to distinguish the winner from the loser." Fox Ruo looked at the little guy holding the white fox in the audience. This song was played by the predecessors of the Qin Saint when they were dying. It is rumored that Qin Sheng's predecessors met a man because of a one-sided relationship when he was young, but he had a lover but couldn't be white, and the man died of illness. The predecessors of Qin Sheng have been composing this piece for their loved ones all their lives, and they have never married. When the music was composed, the predecessor of the qin saint played all night at the man's grave, smashed the qin, and committed suicide.

Hearing this, forget the worries with his shoulders flat, stroke the body with both hands, the big fingers are slightly expanded, the fingers are slightly bent, in the shape of a half-clenched fist, the left hand presses the strings, the right hand plays the strings, and a piece of rhythm flows out slowly. The sound of the flute on the other side of the stage followed, and the piano and flute ensemble played, and the graceful melody came out instantly, permeating every corner of Red Street. The sound of the flute is masculine, like rushing water. The guqin is elegant, tactful, and like a weak breeze, echoing in it. The listeners all have the feeling of lingering for three days, and the aftermath is endless. Forget the worry of the hands on the strings without pause, whether it is support, split, hook, pick, wipe, pick, or pinch, wheel, shake and other skills in the right hand seem natural and natural, the left hand chanting and rubbing slippery press, so that the music sounds more comfortable. The sound of the flute has been changing with the change of the sound of the piano, when it is warm, it is like a pair of men and women in love complaining to each other, and the second half of the piano is gradually lowered, and the sound of the flute is low and low like crying, just like the people in love have to separate, and the liver and intestines are broken when they are separated. An inch of acacia, an inch of gray, whoever takes the passing year, is in chaos.

When the piano sounded, Mercy slowly took a few steps back, paused slightly, and raised his hand to arch to indicate the beginning of the dance. In an instant, the body has turned, and the steps are light, like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon. Turning around and walking, it is just like a willow shaking flower and smiling at Chuyan. The dancing wind is caressing, and the purple clothes are fluttering like light clouds. Er, Xiuzu lightly clicked a few times, stretched his arms and sleeves, smiled suddenly, and danced on his back, his waist and limbs like weak willows. The eyes are dark and bright, the eyes are like autumn water, the eyes are shining, the charm is rippling, the small and erect nose bridge, and the delicate lips are glowing with a layer of seductive light. The dance is amazing, and at the end of the dance, the broken steps are fixed, and the sound of the piano stops. Mercy's face turned a little pale, although he was still so charming and charming, but the undulating chest and panting showed that he was having difficulty keeping up with the rhythm, and the gap between him and the other two.

"Compassion is really beautiful, I'm going to marry you, no, you marry me"

"The piano that forgets worries is not bad, forget worries, go back with me to give birth to monkeys"

"You're all wrong, of course it's the sound of the fox that is more moving"

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"Childe is merciful, the competition is what you requested, now that the song is over, can you forget your worries and leave." The moonlight clothes' face was impermanent, and it seemed that it was not affected at all, but the slightly trembling fingers under the sleeves still reminded him of the gap in music rhythm between him and Hu Ruogongzi. In the second half, on the surface, it seems that the sound of the flute has always been echoed by the sound of the flute, but he has been affected by the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute is dominating the emotion, and the sound of the piano just fluctuates with the rhythm of the flute, and he and Mercy have lost this game.

"No, it can't be. There's no way I'm going to lose. Forget your worries, it turns out that you haven't taken me in your eyes for so many years, and you are going to die. To die ... I won't lose if I'm dead... "Pity is unwilling, after so many years of fighting, the other party has not done his best at all, and he is the only one who cares about winning or losing. The more Mercy thought about it, the more unwilling she became, and she threw herself directly at the side of Forget Worry, and grabbed Forget Worry with both hands around her neck, looking like she was going to kill him.

Feng Zihuan has been paying attention to forgetting worries, but she never thought of the sudden attack of pity, she was surprised for a few seconds. Immediately, the red yarn in the sleeve flew out and hit the back of the heart directly. Feng Zihuan is eager to save people's hearts, this shot is to use all the internal force, mercy is just an ordinary person who has no power to restrain the chicken, where can he withstand this blow, he directly spit blood in his mouth and sprayed his face.

"Ah, don't kill me... No.... The blood on his face and the pity for the death on his body directly awakened the deepest part of his heart and the night he didn't want to face, his father and mother were stoned to death in front of him by the beam, and Uncle Qi was also smashed by the beam in order to protect himself, and the blood dripped on his face. Forget the worries and collapsed, pushed away the corpse on his body in a panic, and curled up in a corner of the stage.

Feng Zihuan thought that he was forgetting his worries and was frightened by the sudden attack of mercy, so he flew onto the stage, ignoring the defense of men and women, and directly hugged the collapsed forgetting worries. Out of defensive instinct, he bit Feng Zihuan's shoulder, and the tingling pain in his shoulder did not make Feng Zihuan let go of his embrace, but hugged the frightened man in his arms even harder. After all, biting her is better than hurting himself, and in this era, a little scar in his daughter's house is nothing. Gradually, the person in his arms stopped moving, Feng Zihuan let go and took a look, only to find that Forget Worry had passed out.

"Wanwan, I'll send him back to Mowei Pavilion, you can find it yourself later." Hurriedly leaving this sentence, Feng Zihuan picked up the man horizontally, and flew towards Mo Yuge.

The lively Oiran Contest finally became a farce, and two people in the capital were killed and injured. Compassion is dead, forgetting sorrow and sadness is carried away excessively, and Hu Ruo is left alone on the stage. The man in red took a deep look at Feng Wanwan, who was holding the white fox in front of the stage, and left, interesting little thing, we will meet again, and the next time we meet, you will be mine.