Since then, every morning, Mulan will practice swordsmanship at home, the three hundred and sixty-seven style swordsmanship of the Hua family has long been familiar with the chest, the sword practice is tired, and he returned to the Lingyun Pavilion, the red invitation on the table is particularly eye-catching, Mulan raised her hand, and the invitation card gently fell into her hand - Hundred Flowers Banquet, Mulan groaned, saw the lotus women's clothes on the bed, then bathed and changed clothes, and went out with Muxiang.

"You see, how beautiful this flower is, how can Mrs. Wen raise such a beautiful flower with such a pair of skillful hands."

"Yes, yes, we all know that the silver silk thousand lamps are precious flowers, and they are extremely difficult to raise, but this precious flower actually appeared in this hundred flowers banquet, it is really incredible."

"What is a thousand silver threads? You see that the three gentlemen are the best, in terms of color, fragrance and taste, it is even more brilliant! ”

"It's clear that this bouquet of flowers in the heart of Luoxia Lake is more beautiful......"

......

You say a word to me, three girls in a play, all the famous boudoir daughters in this town are in attendance, one by one eyebrows and beautiful eyes, purple and red, graceful posture, ring fat swallow thin, difficult to hide the romance, but also set off this hundred flowers banquet people than flowers, flowers like people, a beautiful color complements each other.

Mulan picked up a silk handkerchief, covered her cheeks, and quietly lingered among all kinds of women, Muxiang quietly introduced to Mulan one by one, and everywhere she went, there were women looking back, or smiling slightly, or saying ten thousand blessings, or smiling brightly.

"Mother, please go slowly. ——" Wen Xiushan's loud voice came, Mu Xiang's cheeks turned red, and he said secretly: Brother Xiushan is also here, if Mulan's beauty is seen by him, will he like her, hey, he is always ruthlessly annoyed, what do you think, Mulan's beauty has been covered, who else is competing with me today? After thinking about the mess, his face felt even more hot and ruddy, as delicate as a rose, and his beauty was rippling.

After the guests and hosts sat down, Mrs. Wen said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, a hundred flowers are blooming today, and you are like beautiful flowers. Today, the Hundred Flowers Festival has changed the appointment of the piano and chess in the past, and I hope that everyone will show their hands and not miss the opportunity. As he spoke, he raised his eyes and motioned to the maidservant, and read out the rules of the day, and the girls were all bright-eyed and eager to try.

"Feng's daughter, Miss Yutan, please-" Between a pale cyan figure gracefully and quietly stepped forward, leaned over to take things, only to see a big "dance" written on the bamboo stick, the maid said loudly, "The first round of the competition is called dance, please prepare for the young ladies who can dance——"

"Yutan, your dancing style is unmatched, you can come to a glass exhibition first."

"Yes, thank you, Madame, for your love—"

The sound of the guqin suddenly came, the jade sandalwood danced, if the wind returned to the snow, and like the nine-day fairy, the footsteps were full, the eyes were clear, the jade posture, the fingers were all amorous, Mulan looked fascinated, this dance was like a green *, showing the unique beauty in the palace of art, dancing for about a tea time, Ying Ying bowed down, without any sense of disobedience.

"Okay—" Wen Xiushan shouted.

"You're the loudest, nestled in a group of stunning boudoirs, have you forgotten where I am?" A magnetic voice appeared, and everyone looked for their voices, only to see the person wearing a dark robe, with wind under his feet, followed by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and laughter appeared loudly.

"Mother, my son asks my mother to say goodbye-"

"Okay, okay, my son is finally back as a student, Qi'er, sit next to my mother." Mrs. Wen said with tears in her eyes.

The women in the audience, some of them looked at the mother and son intently, some of them were crimson and secretly agreed, and some whispered, and the peekers were different, in short, his appearance made the girls secretly want to show the most beautiful side.

"The second appearance, the daughter of the flower family - Hua Muxiang." Mu Xiang's face turned red again, and everyone's eyes stayed on her, she stood up gently, lifted her skirt, raised her legs and jumped, so that she fell in the air, chic and soft.

"The voice of Konghou, she dances the sound of Konghou, look-"

Muxiang seems to be immersed in the dance world of self, a volley rises in the air for a while, a few whirls for a while, if a dragonfly, point to the end, just right, and not much mud and water, not long, everyone smells a faint fragrance, intoxicating but can not find the source, when everyone is thinking, careful people will find that the original Muxiang shoes are step by step, step by step lotus.

Mulan fixed her eyes and saw that it was a flower foam that had been prepared for a long time, and the flowers were fragrant under the dance, and the fragrance followed the wind, and after a while, the whole booth was filled with the rain of filaments, and the woody pale pink figure was shrouded in the fragrance of flowers, which was really like a dream fairy, unspeakable......

"Good-" Everyone is happy, envious, red-eyed, and secretly compared, as many people as there are, there are as many thoughts and moods as there are.

The rest of the women are all gearing up, showing their dancing postures on stage one by one, and they are extremely cute, but it is difficult to surpass the two daughters of Fenghua.

"In the second game, the lady will draw lots-"

"Qi'er, are you okay for your mother?"

"My son obeyed." As he spoke, he pulled out a small bamboo stick, on which was written the word "poem"

"Ladies and ladies who are willing to write poems, come to the stage to receive the signature." All the girls who can compose poets came to the stage one by one, and after receiving the lots, they waved their hands one after another, and the maidservants began to write boudoirs.

Its first-class fragrance

The dark flowers are frosted overnight, and the new buds and green leaves shine brightly. The bamboo fence mountain is green and daisy, and the green spring is new and new.

The second is a neon dress

The willows on all sides are fragrant, and the clouds are drunk and drunk. The south side of the painting building is drunk with the morning glow, and comes to listen to the neon clothes in the painting.

The third is Wing Chun

The weather is warm and cheerful, and the time must be tasted with a smile. Let's look at the spring color like jade, the green shade is cute and smiling.

Fourth, looking for a show

The rain on Phoenix Mountain is sunny at the beginning, the water breeze is clear and the morning glow is bright, and Yingying has opened a hibiscus, and there is a long intention to Mu Huanting.

Its five Mu Xun

Where the double egrets fly, the smoke gathers and the clouds are like affection. I want to wait for the end of the song to ask for it, but I don't see the number of Qingfeng in Xiangling.

Its six spring winds

Dancing green poll in the shade of green poplars, pink peach blossoms are shy. By asking Qili what to send, the spring breeze is ten degrees of Jinshan River.

......

Several ladies and Xiushan Xiuqi as judges, all think that the fifth song can be the leader, so Mrs. Wen read aloud: "Today's poetry leader is the flower family's two thousand gold - Mulan" Mulan rose up, Wan Ting came to the stage, did not use the ethereal kung fu, took the jade pendant with both hands, and the word "Kui" was engraved on it.

"Why does the girl of the Hua family cover her face with silk, is it a group of old women who have no chance to watch, or is she proud of herself?" Mrs. Wen is worthy of being a master, pun intended, and without contempt for challenge, she asked with a smile.

"Mrs. Hui, due to the cold wind recently, I am afraid that it will affect all the ladies and ladies, so I will not let go of the silk, and please Mrs. Haihan." Anyway, taking medicine when you are sick is something that everyone knows, so there should be nothing wrong with answering like this......

After that, she bowed down and retreated to her original position, her face was not red, her heart was not beating, Mrs. Wen Yanyan looked at her for a while, and was pulled by other ladies to chat, and the Hundred Flowers Banquet ended in a dream.