Chapter Thirty-Eight: Old, Tongue Base Syndrome Disorder (Continue to Ask for Collections and Recommendations)
Chapter 38
After the three women in the same costumes took the stage, with the sound of music, the three maiko dancers danced in the wind like willow branches, and their long sleeves were like smoke clouds, which swept people's hearts.
Every move dances with the soft vines of the music, which reminds people of the immortals of the heavenly palace, and it is like the hundred flowers competing for beauty in the world. The guys in the hall shook their heads and pointed.
And the judges upstairs couldn't help but smile and talk to each other.
"Did you see the woman at the beginning, I had seen it at the banquet in Duanwang's Mansion in the past, this woman has a very soft body and beautiful dancing, it is really rare to see, I don't want to, I can meet here today, this trip is really worth the trip......"
Zhang Xian, the old driver, also looked satisfied, looking at this youthful body swaying in front of him, it was really a great pleasure for this old driver.
The two girls behind him kept commenting there, the woman at the head of the eyebrows was too light, a bad review, the orchid finger on the left hand was not rounded enough, a bad review, the woman on the right seemed to have inflexible legs, and she would always slow down the other two by half a beat, a bad review!
Listening to the spicy comments behind him, and even from time to time the two girls had to let themselves be judges, which made the old driver Zhang, who was over eighty years old, very uncomfortable, but he could only squeak and deal with these two big girls.
At the end of the song, there was an endless stream of applause from the audience, and even some self-proclaimed sons and brothers wanted to step forward, but in the end they were persuaded to return to their respective positions, but many people secretly decided that they must go to the teaching workshop to see the world when they have time, even if they can't get in?
Just squatting outside, there is always a chance to see the beautiful side.
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"Someone, bring me my instrument." Wang Yang watched the three girls with the same figure as the strip walk off the stage, then he retracted his gaze, cheered up, and shouted with high morale.
"Come on, Brother Wang, your things ......" Soon, two clever subordinates brought the musical instruments of Wang Da artist.
It was a set of drum kits composed of several small drums, a large drum, and copper cymbals. Mr. Wang walked over and sat down, surrounded by several women who had steadied their musical instruments.
At this time, with Liu Yiyi's gesture, the four tall figures, who were wrapped in a layer of black veil, slowly walked onto the stage.
Then, when they came to the stage, they each picked a place to stand still, and there was no more movement. Such an appearance made everyone stunned, what the hell is this?
"What kind of tricks are they playing over there in Yihong Mansion, do they think that by covering people's whole bodies under black veils, they can grandstand and win in one fell swoop?" Mrs. Liu smiled sarcastically.
"Who knows, no matter what tricks they have, no matter what tricks they have, it will be impossible to win this great gift prepared by our shopkeeper Chen." Shopkeeper Wu was already smiling at the moment, and the reaction of those viewers just now had already proved that they were sure to win, so no matter how prepared Yihong Mansion was, how could it be as full as his own side, so the more he went to the back, the more Yihong Mansion was left to be played dead and disabled.
"Hey, what is this going to do in Yihong Mansion, and have you noticed it, those women seem to be very tall......"
"I don't know what kind of dancing skills they can use to deal with the killer over there."
"Yes, the three Maiko masters of the Kyoshiba, I really don't think they can still have a chance to win......
"Da! Da! Da ......" A faint but clear sound of drumsticks striking each other made all the talkers look intently, only to see a man sitting in the middle of a pile of drums on the lower edge of the stage, beating the drumstick in his hand.
Before people could react, suddenly a thunderous drum sounded, and then a strong rhythm and rhythm suddenly sounded.
And at this time, nearly thirty torches were suddenly lit around the originally dimly lit stage, and the entire stage suddenly brightened.
In an instant, everyone in the audience was silent, stunned to look at the four long-haired shawls, wearing a sleeveless pure black short coat, and the lower body, a short black skirt about half a foot long from the knee, and looking down, both legs were wrapped in a black but faintly transparent gauze, outlining a perfect slender leg shape.
On their feet, they wore a kind of shoes that had never been seen before, with extremely high heels, and under the forefeet, there was also a high cork, which made the figures of these women appear more and more tall and straight. And I don't know what kind of things are inlaid on the shoes, and the countless reflections are dazzling.
The important thing is that each woman has a fiery red lip that makes people think about it, her misty eyes seem to tell the endless temptation, and the tail finger of each person's right hand is a very beautiful and shiny black feather.
With the rhythm of the music, every woman's wonderful figure danced rhythmically, and every posture seemed to be very cold, and there was an indescribable temptation.
Everyone looked at these four long and straight black hairs with a bewildered expression, but they turned into long hair like waves, accompanied by their dancing, as if those green silks were also like the blurred black veil, which always made you feel the temptation, but it was half-concealed and half-hidden, which made people itch unbearably.
Not to mention the literary youths in the hall downstairs, as well as the wealthy businessmen and gentry, they all tried their best to round their eyes, as if they were afraid that they would miss a certain sultry action.
And the judges upstairs are no better, especially the old driver Zhang Xian, who is over eighty years old, with an agility that surpasses that of young people, jumped to the railing, holding on to the railing, looking at those enchanting and charming figures, as well as the long legs that attract attention.
Although only less than half a foot of skin from the knee to the thigh was exposed, it made a lot of eyes look like the blood-sucking female mosquito, staring at it and not knowing how to move.
There is no light singing and dancing, just the strong rhythm, the countless body language, and the occasional flash of teasing and charming expressions.
Not to mention those men, Li Qingzhao and Chen Jie, who are also women, are just picking bones for the three women who are teaching the Maiko eggs of the priesthood, and they are also looking at the limbs on the stage that seem to have endless temptation dancing there at this moment.
The older Mr. An Lu had a tongue disorder syndrome, and the corners of his grinning mouth were already shining on his lips, and the old rascal even couldn't help but gently sway his body to the rhythm of the music.
And in the hall, at this moment, there are some hot-blooded literary young people who can't suppress their inner turmoil, and with the rhythm, they either keep nodding their heads like chickens pecking rice, or they clench their fists and look at the dance on the stage with hideous expressions......
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