The atmosphere of the Oiran Contest was condensed from the original heat to the appearance of the enchanting woman in red. It was cautiously quiet, as if it was afraid of disturbing the woman.

The woman was wearing a wrinkled long skirt with garnet red and gold rim and dragged to the ground, delicately embroidered with large bewitching patterns, which seemed to bloom as if she had vitality in the floating room. The plain belt on the waist is a delicate texture, and the workmanship is delicate and gorgeous without losing the atmosphere. The black and clear hair is hastily tied with a plain white orchid hairpin, but it vaguely reveals a different kind of softness.

She stands slim, a pair of clear and condensed beautiful eyes with a trace of seductive enchantment, the pretty face without powder is as clear and moving as white jade, the faint crimson on the cheeks is like a thin layer of rouge, and the lips of Zhu are filled with obsessive water, as if as long as the slightest outline, it is enough to fascinate tens of millions, and it is an out-and-out stunning stunner.

She held the flute in one hand, motionless through the sea of people with those beautiful eyes, and landed on Bei Mingchen's body, and the smug color of stars rippled in her watery eyes, which was very moving.

She knew that she must be extremely beautiful in women's clothes, and she was used to showing people in men's clothes because of her busyness over the years. This is the first time she has changed into women's clothes after many years, and she can't help but be very happy when she sees everyone's expressions and attitudes full of amazement and obsession.

"Whose girl is this, she is so beautiful!"

"It's not just beautiful, it's just a country and a city!"

"Just look at her appearance, look at the real eyes, could it be that she came from out of town?"

In just a moment, the crowd whispered as if they had exploded, and everyone had different opinions, all of which were trying to find out the identity of the woman.

"This girl, can you tell Fang Ming?" Bei Minglun on the judge's seat smiled gracefully, looking at the woman with deep eyes, and the complex color that flashed in his eyes was hidden under joy.

Mu Aotian raised his eyebrows, ignored Bei Minglun's question, glanced at the crowd in the audience, flipped the long howl in his hand, and slowly pressed against his lips, his beautiful eyes were half-closed, and his lips were slightly activated.

A tossing and melodious music came from the mouth of the flute, the sound of the flute was high and low, bright and ethereal, like a low-voiced and tactful girl, overflowing from the thin lips with a faint sorrow. Suddenly, the tone changed, as if it was like the sad desolation of autumn, the dead branches and leaves were lonely on the bare flat ground, and the large golden wheat in the distance sang the praises of loneliness. When the sound of the flute changes again, a bleak snow scene seems to appear in front of the listener's eyes, the whistling snow wind is like the whisper of heaven and earth, the vibrant greenery is hidden under the snow jacket, and Taoguang Yanghui only waits for the opportunity to become the overlord of the earth.

The sound of the flute swirled and rose several times, gradually like a jade bead falling into the plate, crisp and short, if there was nothing, the most depressed and faint sigh, ending the sorrow and joy of the four o'clock and the resonance of the soul in the depths.

This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world!

"Good!" An old man in Confucian costume shouted, and couldn't help but clap his hands and said, "The sound of this song is shocking, the old man is the first time to hear it, I am afraid that no one can compare with it!" Such a great compliment fell, and the meaning of it is nothing more than that: there is no one before and no one after him!

"That's true, Xiao is the musicians in the palace are ashamed!" One of them exclaimed.

The exclamations of praise surged like a tide, boasting so much that the sky was full of praise and spat splashed.

Without waiting for the judge on the stage to say the winner, Mu Aotian blinked his eyes at Bei Mingchen, who was standing in the crowd, and without waiting for anyone to react, he performed a light skill, flew away in an instant, and disappeared on the round platform.

"Hey! What about people! ”

"Why is it gone in a blink of an eye!"

"Where did the girl go, why is she gone?!"

"Isn't that girl actually a goddess?"

Everyone disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the words in her mouth became more and more amazing, and later caused a stir in the country of Jiuhong. It wasn't until later that Mu Aotian learned about this by chance, and his expression was helpless and speechless.

Several princes on the judging bench didn't see the woman's figure, so they suddenly stood up, picked up their light skills and flew in the direction where the woman left.

The crowd under the round stage found out that several princes had left, and they were even more surprised, and they speculated.

In the end, it was several old men with a very high reputation who went to the round platform, only saying that the woman would be set as the winner of the Oiran Contest, and the decision would be made after the prince found the woman's traces, and now the Oiran Contest continues.

The tide of everyone's words also shifted from the departure of the woman in red to the various competitions on the round platform. The stunning color of the woman in red seemed to be a flash in the pan, rising and falling in their hearts, slowly fading away until it disappeared.

In the vast crowd, Bei Mingchen lowered his eyes, hid the expression under his eyes, and walked slowly out of the crowd alone, his thin back revealing a silent lonely void, which made people taste a few wisps of sadness.

Having said this, Mu Aotian performed a light skill as light as a feather, and with a light toe, he jumped ten miles away. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the few people following closely behind him, gritted his teeth secretly, and cursed in his heart: Didn't he just change his clothes and put on the table, why chase her so much! It's like you've never seen a woman in a hundred years!

Don't say that Mu Aotian was puzzled, and even several princes were surprised. It's just a very good woman, so why chase after her?

Although he had this thought, the movements under his feet still did not stop, but with the red figure in front of him, it became faster and faster.

In this way, it has consumed half a cup of tea for you to chase me.

Mu Aotian bit his lip, his weak legs and feet felt powerless, and fine sweat oozed from his fair forehead to soak the black hair on his temples. The cold wind whistled in her ears, making her feet as heavy as lead.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of her, and she only felt that her waist was tightened, and the whole person was taken away. The man was so fast that he shot out like an arrow, and in a few turns, he threw the few people behind him without a trace.

Mu Aotian lay on the man's strong chest, sniffed the unusually familiar cold fragrance, smiled glutinously, and called, "Southern night." As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his jade lotus-like arm and wrapped it tightly around the man's waist and rubbed it intimately.

Nan Ye's body stiffened, looking down at the beautiful face of the woman in his arms with a complicated expression, and the arm that hugged the woman's waist was as hot as fire. looked at the pair of soft jade hands around his waist, and there was wind under his feet.

It was the first time he had seen her in women's clothes, so seductive and moving.

It was the first time he had seen her call his name in a delicate and gentle voice, and it gave him a taste of bone-eating ecstasy.

After a long time, a slightly tired woman's command came from her chest—

"Remember to ask Xiaoxi to help me change back into men's clothes."

He smiled lightly, and his arms around the woman became softer and softer.

"Hmm." He replied.