Thinking of this, Li Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info first saw Yuya, a fresh and elegant bookish atmosphere, white-clothed and snowy, pure and beautiful, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, but I didn't expect it to be a little goblin who cheated the dead and didn't pay for his life. However, Li Xiang secretly praised in his heart: The acting skills of these excellent prostitutes are really extraordinary, if they were in their own era in later generations, they could become national super-actors. However, although Li Xiang was concealed by her performance, she still felt that compared to the appearance of the fairy who fell into the mortal world when she saw it for the first time that day, this kind of Yuya felt more real.

On the six boats, when the willow catkins finished singing a good song, it was like an exploded honeycomb, buzzing endlessly. Although even the people in the workshop are people with status, and although there are Kou Zhun and other dignitaries here, it is not good to make loud noises, but the literati and scholars who were shocked by the charm of Liu Xuer's performance still kept talking.

At this time, the people on the boat have been explained by the famous man who knows the dance, the dance of the catkins is the charm is endless, after the dance, it still makes people remember the piece of blue water sleeves, around the fluttering girl's white water sleeves, and dance, like the fresh and beautiful scene of white clouds fluttering in the blue sky of the sky.

After the willow catkins finished dancing, the chairman and the five judges tonight will inevitably make comments. When the catkins danced, everyone was already intoxicated, and at this time, the song "Mo Shanghua" was freshly sung with wonderful words, which aroused praise.

Professor Zhu Zhiwen was intoxicated and said: "The willow catkins girl sings and dances, this song "Mo Shanghua" is also full of charm, the willow catkins girl, the end is good, and the singing and dancing talent is really everyone's style." Judging from the old decay, tonight's Oiran really belongs to Miss Liu. "This time, Professor Zhu was rare and serious for a while, and he didn't have the same lustful obscenity as Miss Evian and Miss Ruolan after their performances.

Lu Wende also said: "It's just that I have no regrets about watching this long-lost dance, as for this song "Strange Flowers", it is also a good work, and it is even more wonderful to sing it through the sandalwood mouth of the willow catkins girl. ”

At this time, someone sent the transcribed lyrics of "Strange Flowers", and the old celebrity surnamed Wang took it, glanced at it and said: "Who made this wonderful poem in my way, it turned out to be made by Wang Ziyu, the first genius of our Chengdu." Lord Lu, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Cui, Mr. Zhao, everyone take a look and comment on it. As he spoke, he handed the copied note to the crowd.

Everyone said that the words were good.

Cui Lao said: "Wang Ziyu's talent is the highest in Chengdu, and the quality of tonight's lyrics is also quite high." If it weren't for the Qingyu case of Tanhualang, I am afraid that this word would have been the best work. ”

Everyone echoed Cui Lao's statement in unison, and unanimously agreed that Li Xiang was the most important in tonight's lyrics.

Not only everyone in the workshop, but also all the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting to watch the Oiran competition, seemed to have decided that Liu Wu'er must be tonight's Oiran, but the next performance of Miss Yuya made everyone completely change their minds.

Time rewinds a little bit, and on the back porch of the painting boat in the flower building, Miss Yuya is standing in front of the window with her personal maid Xiaoyu and watching Liu Yuer's performance.

"Miss, Liu Xingshou's dance is very wonderful, Xiaoyu has never seen it, it's so beautiful."

"Well, it's pretty good."

"Can we surpass her in performance? I saw that the people who watched her performance in various boats were already fascinated. ”

"I don't know," Yuya replied lightly.

"Miss, why aren't you in a hurry at all, if everyone else likes Liu Xingshou's performance, the Oiran will be taken away by her."

"It's all at this time, what's the use of being anxious. But look at the dance of Liu Wuer, it is indeed wonderful, especially the song she sang, it seems to be made specifically for this dance, the slightest interlocking, singing and dancing slowly, singing and dancing, singing and singing the words of raising their sleeves, they will be like water sleeves, and they will sing the words of kindness in the song, they will look at the beautiful eyes, which is very wonderful. Maybe Liu Xu'er, like us, found this good ancient poem and created this dance separately. Didn't we also have this song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" to create this new dance? However, her lyrics, Li Gongzi, who has a poor artistic conception, made the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" for us is far away. ”

As soon as the two finished discussing this song and dance, Liu Xuer's performance changed. The girls withdrew and turned into a solo dance, singing the song "Mo Shanghua" while dancing.

"Miss, I haven't heard of Liu Xingshou's song, it seems to be a new word tonight, it sounds very good."

"This poem must have been written by that prince jade."

"Yes, although this song is good, Xiaoyu still thinks that this song is still a big part of the "Chrysanthemum Terrace" that Li Gongzi made for us."

"Well, although this song is the best work tonight, it still can't be compared with Li Gongzi's lyrics. After the strange dance of Liu Wu'er, he sang such a good new word, it seems that he wants to smash his victory. In fact, she is self-defeating, and when we sing this supreme song, it will definitely make her words have no bright spots. If she only performs this strange dance, it will be surprising, and we will be better than the words, and it will be difficult to distinguish them for a while, but as soon as she comes out, it is just the opportunity for us to compare her. ”

"Is Li Gongzi's poem really that good?"

"It's really wonderful."

"Miss, let me tell you something, hehe, in fact, I heard Li Gongzi chanting poems under the window that day, and I deliberately hit him with a pole."

"I know, I saw it a long time ago."

"Ah, miss, you know?! I didn't expect to really smash out a big talent this time, in fact, Li Gongzi is really interesting, I don't know if I will come to see us perform tonight? Xiao Yu tilted her head and looked at Yu Ya and said.

"Don't think about spring, how many times have you mentioned Li Gongzi in the past few days. Hurry up and prepare, it's time for us to go on stage", in fact, Yuya often thinks of Li Xiang, and when she thinks of Li Xiang, she wants to laugh very much, that day he didn't want to write words for himself, but he complained to himself, and he immediately wrote such a wonderful poem for himself. And now he has become his person, which is really unexpected.

Liu Yuer's performance is over, and it's time for Yuya to go on stage.

All of a sudden, the lights around the stage dimmed. The lanterns were taken away, and only the full moon in the sky remained, sprinkled with moonlight and silver on the stage.

Under the reflection of the bright moon, Miss Yuya moved the lotus step lightly, and took the stage in every way, followed by a little beauty with a delicate temperament, holding the guzheng in her arms, and moving slowly. Yuya girl wore a general's robe, a green silk bun, and a scholar's bun, tied with a silk belt as white as snow, like a scarf. Yuya gracefully took the stage, walked to the long railing of the stage, stood still by the railing, and the exquisite little beauty holding the guzheng in her arms walked to the music seat, gently put the guzheng on a few cases, and knelt down elegantly.

Li Xiang took a closer look, and it turned out that the little beauty with a temperament was Yuya's personal little maid Xiaoyu that Li Xiang had seen that day. (To be continued.) )