(I wish book friends a happy National Day, sleep more, and rest more.) Another: It's the beginning of the month, so let's vote for a free monthly pass. ）

The rounds of the Oiran Tournament final night are determined by lottery. There is no need to worry about any unfairness in this way of drawing lots, because every game is judged in time and the result is obtained. The results of the judging are divided into nine grades: upper, upper, middle, and upper; Upper middle, middle middle, lower middle; Lower up, lower middle, lower down. Of course, to be in tonight's finals, there is naturally no evaluation of the next grade, there are two brushes.

The thirteen judges will give a comprehensive agreement to the judges according to their own feelings, and the chief has the right to raise or lower the judgment at the first level, unless more than half of the people disagree with the chief's decision, the original judgment will be maintained. This way of judging basically ensures fairness and justice, of course, there is no absolute justice, and all justice is relative.

The appearance order of Wangyue Tower ranked twelfth, and when he got the playing order, Lin Jue deliberately looked at the appearance order of Gu Panpan of Qunfang Pavilion and Chu Xiangxiang of Wanhua Tower, they were all ranked in front of Wangyue Tower, which made Lin Jue breathe a sigh of relief. It's not that there is any absolute advantage in the late appearance, but Lin Jue knows that if Mochizuki Tower wants to perform, the repertoire needs to readjust the configuration of the stage, and it will be inconvenient if he appears in front. There is nothing to worry about playing in the back. Anyway, after Mochizuki Tower, there are only three well-known Qinglou left, and they are basically the kind that focus on participation, so there is no need to scruple.

In the middle of the moon, the golden full moon radiates brilliance like a silver plate, and the West Lake and mountains shine brightly. The wonderful Oiran Contest is in full swing, with all kinds of hard work on the stage, all kinds of cheers off the stage, and more than 100,000 people are fascinated. The vendors who bought and sold their goods sold snacks and tea in the crowd, and although they did not have time to enjoy the performance, they were also willing, because the night was worth a month's income.

The ninth to appear was Gu Panpan of Qunfang Pavilion, as soon as she appeared, the people suddenly cried out. Because Gu Panpan is one of the best red cards in Hangzhou, he is especially good at dancing. Ai Zhenzhen and Gu Panpan, who appeared before, both claimed to be the first in Hangzhou Huajie dance skills, Ai Zhenzhen had proven himself worthy of his reputation before, after her, seven or eight Qinglou participated in the red card and did not dare to dance again, they were all either singing, calligraphy and painting, or playing musical instruments. It is to avoid really facing confrontation with Ai Zhen. And now that Gu Panpan has appeared, she is going to dance.

Gu Panpan moved the lotus step lightly to the entrance of the stage, neither bowed nor thanked, and glanced at the audience with wonderful eyes, and the audience was silent. Then she turned around slowly, leaving everyone with an infinitely beautiful back.

The lights on the stage were dimmed, the moonlight was dim, and the graceful figures on the stage were still vague and discerning. Just when the people in the audience stared at the figure on the stage with their eyes dead, they listened to the melodious sound of the transverse flute slowly sounded, and the clear flute sound penetrated the moonlight and sent it to everyone's ears.

A candle was lit, and behind the screen, a young man playing the flute slowly walked out. The face of the birth is like a crown of jade, and the body is slender and chic.

"Sima Qingshan! It's Sima Qingshan! Next to the long window of the Red Boat Hall in the Moon Tower, Xie Yingying, who was watching the performance on the stage, cried out loudly.

"Who is Sima Qingshan?" Lin Jue frowned and asked.

"Lin Gongzi actually doesn't know Sima Qingshan? He is a new star in the world's literary world. One Sima Qingshan, the other Dongfang Weiming, and the two became the double walls of the Great Zhou literary circle. Fame came in these three or four years. Not only are they good at writing poetry, they are also good at music, but they are also close friends. The major Qinglou wanted its word but could not get it, but all the words they wrote were widely sung. Xie Yingying said in a low voice.

"It seems that these two are very powerful characters, and Sister Xie seems to admire them very much." Fang Huanqiu said with a smile.

"Who doesn't look up to the women of the flower world? Who doesn't want to be favored by them, and who doesn't want words that they wrote specifically for themselves? Xie Yingying's eyes were a little confused.

Lin Jue said with a sour heart in his heart: "Is it really so powerful?" Their names are quite popular, is it really good to have such a pretending name? ”

Xie Yingying also realized that it was a little inappropriate for her to speak like this in front of Lin Jue, and hurriedly said: "The slave family just thinks that Wanhualou and Qunfang Pavilion have a really big face, and it was rumored that these two people were invited to Hangzhou to help out by them, but I didn't expect it to be the case." But in terms of poetry, Lin Gongzi's words are not inferior to them. ”

Lin Jue smiled and waved his hand: "Don't say this, watch their performance with peace of mind." I don't care about the fame, I just care about how they are tonight and whether they threaten to win the championship. I'm not interested in the rest. ”

Everyone turned their eyes and continued to watch the performance on stage, Xie Yingying glanced at Lin Jue's handsome side face, and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"I shouldn't have offended Lin Gongzi by what I said just now, right? Lin Gongzi shouldn't be such a stingy person. But in any case, it seems really bad to praise others in front of Lin Gongzi. But...... Lin Gongzi didn't seem to care. I'm afraid that his status in Lin Gongzi's mind has not reached the point where he is angry. …… Lin Gongzi has a beautiful sister next to him, and a pretty and lovely little girl, both of whom are better looking than himself, how can he care about himself in his heart? Ay! Xie Yingying thought chaotically in her heart.

Up and down the stage, since Sima Qingshan appeared playing the flute, there was a commotion in the field. Although many ordinary people have not seen Sima Qingshan and Dongfang Weiming, there are very few people who have not heard of Sima Qingshan and Dongfang Weiming's name. Because they have all heard the lyrics and songs of these two people, because their lyrics have been sung by people all over the world, from the Qinglou Song Hall to the place by the well river. There is a circulating saying that can summarize the popularity of the lyrics and songs of the two, that is, 'Where the well is, all the words of Sima Dongfang are sung.' This shows the popularity of the duo's lyrics and songs.

Therefore, when they heard the people around them exclaim Sima Qingshan's name, the people in the audience began to commotion. The young women stared at the handsome figure on the stage with little stars rolling in their eyes, and among the red boats of the Qinglou, the women of the Qinglou also poked their heads out of the boat hall to see the demeanor of Sima Qingyi.

On the stage, Sima Qingshan's demeanor is leisurely, the sound of the bamboo flute is tactful and refreshing, and with the joy of the silk and bamboo on the side platform gradually rising, the figure of Gu Panpan, who is still and does not move, twists like a wave, and suddenly the lights are bright, Gu Panpan turns around suddenly, and the water sleeves fly up to both sides, like two colorful clouds coiled overhead. The next moment, the clouds circulated, giving birth to lotus step by step, and the body moved with each step, and the Lingbo microwave was like dancing on the waves.

"In the old moonlight, how many times did you shine on me, and the flute was played by the plum side? Evoke the jade people, regardless of the cold and climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze pen. But it's strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao seat.

Jiangguo is lonely, sighing and sending to the road, and the snow is accumulating at night. Cuizun is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless. Changji once joined hands, thousands of trees pressed, and the West Lake was cold and blue. When will you see it all in pieces? ”

Gu Panpan chanted in his mouth, and the dancing posture gradually became complicated. But I saw that the plain hands were like orchids, the waist seemed to be indomitable, and the legs were like bamboo shoots, suddenly up and down, and left and right. The clothes are like clouds, the long sleeves are like belts, and they are spinning and flying like a blooming flower.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled and stunned, how could someone be so beautiful and soft, how could there be such a round and beautiful dance? How can anyone dance the cloud sleeve brocade like a living thing? Is it still a person on stage? It's a fairy.

In the midst of such a fierce dance, Gu Panpan's voice reciting poems was not affected in any way. When she recited the last sentence, 'Piece by piece, blow it out, when will you see?' At that time, the cloud sleeves flew up to the sky, and the long skirt was like a flower plate on the ground; When the cloud sleeves slowly fell, it was like thousands of petals falling from the sky, slowly falling all over her body.

The music stops, and the music stops. The dance has stopped, and the lights have gone out.

All the audience stared stupidly at the black floating platform, until when the lights came back on, the audience applauded thunderously, and the applause resounded in the sky. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and this beautiful and breathtaking dance ended perfectly.

There was silence in the referee's box. After a while, someone said in a deep voice: "The dance is good, but the words are better." If the old man guessed correctly, this is a new word card. Sima Qingshan really lives up to his reputation, and he is quite accomplished in the way of music and rhythm, I don't know what this new word card is called, but it is obvious that it will soon become popular. ”

It was Fang Dunru who spoke, and in the poems and articles, Fang Dunru's name was not under Yuan Xiandao, but Yuan Xiandao was a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, so his status was much more important than Fang Dunru. But in terms of connoisseurship, the two are equally equal.

Yuan Xiandao nodded and agreed: "It's really good, it's very good." As you say, this must be a new word card. In terms of innovation, Sima Qingshan is indeed extraordinary. The poem is also very well written. However, don't forget, we are judging the Oiran Contest, and we have to talk about Gu Panpan's performance. New words can add points to Gu Panpan, but it is not appropriate to dominate the crowd. Fortunately, Gu Panpan's dance fits the meaning of the word, and the old man thinks it is very good. Master Huang, what do you think? ”

Dance master Huang Lin nodded and smiled: "What the college students said is not bad, this dance shows that Gu Panpan's skills are impeccable." ”

When the judging stage began to judge and discuss, the emcee Zhao Zimo had already come on the stage, and was loudly introducing Sima Qingshan to the audience, and asked Sima Qingshan to say a few words. In the midst of cheers, Sima Qingshan stood at the entrance of the stage and said loudly: "Fellow fathers and villagers in Hangzhou, Sima Qingshan is under Sima Qingshan." It is a great honor to be invited to help Miss Gu Panpan. The song just now is under a new word card, the name is: dark incense. I hope you haven't been disappointed. ”

The cheers from the audience were endless, and Gu Panpan on the side saluted to Sima Qingyi. After returning the salute respectfully, Sima Qingshan waved his hand and slowly walked onto the gangplank on the side, returning to the flower boat of Qunfang Pavilion.

"Yanqiao Street Jiang Dagongzi will be rewarded with one hundred and fifty taels of silver!"

"Second Prince Chen will be rewarded with two hundred taels of silver!"

"Liu Daguan will reward two hundred and fifty taels of silver!"

"The fifth son of Ma will be rewarded with two hundred taels of silver!"

“……”

Zhao Zimo sang a series of songs, and the rich sons and officials close to the stage gave endless rewards. Gu Panpan Yingying smiled lightly and saluted one by one, and the amount of reward exceeded 1,500 taels in just a moment. While the people were cheering, they couldn't help but smack their tongues in their hearts. Sure enough, people are more popular than people, and this woman dances, and the reward she gets is enough to earn her whole life.

"Liang Wangfu will reward one thousand taels of silver!" A clear voice overpowered the noisy sound, and everyone looked at it when they heard it, but when they saw the bow of the dragon boat in the Liang Wangfu, the young man in brocade stood with his head held high.

"Wow! One thousand taels! Sure enough, it was the handiwork of the royal government. The crowd was dumbfounded.

Zhao Zimo said loudly: "King Liang Chitose and Little Prince will reward one thousand taels of silver!" Thank you for the reward of the little prince! ”

Gu Panpan bowed to the deck of the dragon head ship from afar, his face was radiant, and he couldn't help but be happy. got a reward from the palace, that is, tonight's performance was recognized by King Liang. Although the ostensible owner of Qunfang Pavilion is the Li family in Xicheng, in fact, people with this status naturally know who the real backstage boss is, and what they really need to care about is the attitude of Liang Wangfu.