In the lobby of the Oriole Pavilion, the end of the bell is clear and lingering...... Suddenly, there was silence in all directions.

Qingwen's ears pricked up: "Why did the ringing suddenly stop?!"

It turned out to be the Xiyue girl, she didn't make a statement of "the game is on", she just quietly pressed her hand on the bell specially invited from the Wind Breath Temple, and gestured to the moon alone.

The moon was ordered, "Bang Bang Bang-", for a while, the war drums thundered, and the flowers circled.

Nervous people sweated, their hands trembled, their eyes did not blink, and they were busy with flowers without blinking or panting in the agitation of the drums, for fear of giving ......

Almost at the same time, Qingwen opened her mouth and raised her voice.

You must know that there is a basic requirement for the drummer, that is, the moon worships to know where Qingwen's singing will end up, so that the moon worships can determine where he will stop the drum and finish.

In this way, while Qingwen improvised the lyrics and uttered the last note, the moon worship could properly be silenced. Let the singing lyrics and the last beat of the drumming happen at the same time. Otherwise, even if the drummer is derelict in his duties, he will have to play and be replaced.

In the gossip chat just now, a scholar mentioned this rule. In Hu Ren's game, if the drummer who beats the drum and passes the flower can not make a mistake and persist until the end of the game without being replaced, then he can realize a private "wish" written in advance, and when the time comes, no external force can stop him.

In this way, it can be inferred that the moon worship girl who won the position of this drummer must have had hopes for a long time, and she is bound to win.

The setting of this game not only requires the drummer to be alert enough, but also requires the singer to have not simple skills, so that the end of the words in his mouth is not so easy for the drummer to foresee.

No matter how complicated or strange the rules are, anyway, the second round of the game has already begun.

Anyway, everyone involved is riding the tiger in the same way, Qingwen thought so, and cheered herself up.

Almost at the same time as the drumbeat started, Qingwen's singing sounded, and her crisp voice was not buried by the agitated drumming.

Sweat drops were also oozing from the forehead of the "masked" moon worship, not entirely because she had used all her strength to beat the drum with both hands, but also because she had been listening to Qingwen's lyrics with her ears intently.

"I came from the mountains, brought orchids and plants, and planted them in a small garden, hoping that the flowers would bloom early. ”

The girl's tone is as beautiful and graceful as a lark, and sure enough, Qingwen's singing happens to step on the "bang" non-stop drumbeat, and the soothing and relaxing energy is input into the tense drum, slowing down the sluggish and fast drumbeat leisurely.

At this time, the people sitting in a circle also pay attention to the drum beat and singing, you know, if the drum beat and the song are properly coordinated, the two of them start together, stop together, then the unlucky, but only these flower bearers are left.

When the flowers are in hand, the drums and songs are stopped, and at this time, whoever is caught has to be the turn of "bloodletting".

The so-called "bloodletting" is to ask the loser who was caught and failed to pass the flower ball to others to pay for the "circulating cards unique to the oriole museum".

This card can only be exchanged for labor at the end of the day, or real money.

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In the passing of flowers, the voices of people were whirring and panting, and their hands were tightly poured. Judges, please read on:

"I watch it three times a day, and it takes a lot of time. The orchids are still there, and none of the buds ......" Qingwen continued to sing leisurely, and the moon worship drum fell and harmonized.

Wei Xiaobao heard the coarse tea and light rice style, and the crooked song "Orchid Grass" by the little sister next door, and couldn't help but hide his face: "Sister Qingwen, can we get this little private matter in our family to go to the hall, and I will ask you to shake it out!"

BAOYU IS NOT AS UNOPEN AS WEI XIAOBAO, HE SAT IN A CIRCLE WITH THE BIG STREAM AND PASSED FLOWERS IN RESPONSE TO THE SITUATION, BUT HE LISTENED TO THE LYRICS CAREFULLY: "WELL, THIS IS SINGING ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS THAT HAPPEN AROUND YOU, AND IT IS ABOUT HOW TO WAIT FOR ORCHIDS AND PLANTS, WHICH IS QUITE LIFE." ”

Baoyu can't help but envy Miss Qingwen, she is the same age as herself, although she is enslaved and suppressed from all sides, and lives at the bottom, it is rare to still have this careful state of serving flowers and plants, which makes Baoyu mutter: "In contrast, only I am the most bitter X, I don't dare to sing if I want to sing, hum quietly and look around......"

The transparent Xiao Qingwen can know a reason: in the course of this game today, the lyrics are the best in the wind and snow, whether it is a lower riba person, the most important thing is that it cannot be easily stopped, otherwise, the song and drum stop, as the drummer, the moon worship sister will win.

Now, the only thing Qingwen can do is to continue to search her intestines and think about songs, take out the songs in her heart and sing them loudly.

Think about the lyrics, don't drop the chain, don't let the drum beat feel where it ends - "That's a real problem!"

Qingwen sweated at the tip of her nose, her voice trembled a little, she hated less when she used the book, and her singing bag was empty!

At this stall, the hammer in Bai Yue's hand was about to fall off several times, she gritted her teeth and insisted on beating the drum non-stop, and with Qingwen's singing lyrics that were not four or six, one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, Bai Yue thought: "Xiao Qingwen, you have also sung a song of three, four, five, six, seven or eight, starting from planting flowers and plants, to shouting 'where to send pigs and sheep', and then 'wash and scrub, wash and scrub', and the dry goods that your little maid can see, touch, and summarize from labor, I am afraid that I have also sung a seven, seven, eight, eight." I want to see if your song library is not dry, or if my sister and I have the goods!"