I looked at the missing number plate in my hand, and when I looked up, the woman stood quietly in the center of the stage like a lotus, three thousand green silks were pulled into a high cloud bun, and a light green bandeau dress hung elegantly on the marble floor, apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, and her eyes flowed.

The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked and she was looking at everyone in the audience coldly, although her makeup was extremely gorgeous, but it still couldn't hide her dusty and cold temperament.

It's her! I was slightly shocked in my heart, I didn't expect that she was also a candidate for this year. I remembered the picture of myself being molested by her in the yard just now, and my face was hot again and again.

"What? Do you like sakurin? The ridiculous voice of the Easy King appeared in my ears at the right time, and I replied casually: "You like her, your whole family likes her!" "It turns out that her name is Poppy, but her temperament is indeed somewhat similar to Poppy, and they all belong to the taste that will be addictive as long as she is stained.

I thought in my heart, and suddenly felt as if someone was staring at me, and when I looked at the feeling, I saw that the face of the King of Joy sank again, I thought carefully about everything I had just done, and then realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned my face and changed my words: "I mean, if you don't like her, how can you draw out the number plate of you and the villain at the same time?" ”

"Well, this king does like her a lot!" The King of Freedom did not shy away from it, and he said it directly in front of me. After listening to it, I felt unhappy for a while, but I had nowhere to vent, so I had to pull the corners of my clothes.

After about two cups of tea, with the sound of a gong being struck, the results of the first round of the competition came out. The old bustard happily took the note in his hand and announced: "First place: Girl with Shadow; 2nd Place: Miss Sakura; Third place: Qiu Yin girl; Congratulations to these three girls! ”

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and I saw some prostitutes slapping the table a few times to show their unwillingness because the woman they liked was not selected. Some prostitutes wish to spend the night with a few beauties in person, and silently pray for good luck to come to them.

After another song and dance, the old bustard came: "I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting~" She bowed to everyone and continued: "Next, we will conduct the second round of literary selection, and the audience can write poetry couplets to ask questions to the girls on stage, or ask the girls on stage to write a poem!" One pillar of incense for a limited time, and the winner will enter the grand final! The bustard said apologetically and clapped his hands backstage.

Qiu Yin was the first to play, and compared to what she wore in the first round before, she was obviously much more conservative at this time. Wearing a pink bandeau dress, the fragrant shoulders are unabashedly exposed, and the long tassels on the hairpin hang down on the shoulders along with the hair.

followed by Sakura Su, who was dressed in a moon-white tight long dress, and a lotus flower on her chest outlined the perfect body line just right. The original black hair that was pulled up has all been put down, but a few strands of braided hair are randomly picked and braided, and scattered on the fragrant shoulders along with other unbraided hair, with a hint of playful cuteness and sexy charm.

The last one on the stage was naturally Hanying, wearing a fiery red off-the-shoulder midi skirt, a V-shaped collar, just slightly exposed**, the golden hooked sleeves sparkled in the entire hall, and the evil smile and bewitching eyes made everyone present unrelenting.

"Prepare the three girls, the game is now officially underway!" With the old bustard's order, the three people on the stage blessed everyone and were ready to answer the questions.

I saw a fat man in brocade clothes stand up first, his eyes narrowed, first carefully looked at the three people on the stage, and then wiped the saliva from his mouth with his sleeve, and then said loudly: "My son wants to ask the three girls to write a poem related to peonies." ”

"Cut, you still know how to compose poetry~ Hahahaha..." As soon as his words fell, the audience burst into laughter, and the man drove the laughing crowd with his sleeves with an embarrassed face: "Go... Go... Laugh again, be careful that this son shoots you to death! The result instead caused even more laughter.

"The green is quiet and quiet, and the red clothes are light and deep. The heart of the flower is broken, and the spring color does not know the heart. The first to speak out was naturally Qiu Yin, her eyes drooping slightly, as if she was shy, which caused the men in the audience to show a look of pity and pity.

"Famous flowers love the country, and the king often laughs at them. Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the railing of the north chair of the Agarwood Pavilion. Immediately after that, Hanying's soft voice had sounded in her ears, and she turned her autumn waves, her eyes were full of style, and she smiled at the fat man in front of her, and the man immediately forgot the unhappiness in his heart just now, and clapped his hands again and again.

I watched the beauty named "Poppy" just stand quietly, not seeing any movement from her, and thought to myself, could it be that she was just in vain?

The atmosphere of the scene was also a little tense, the hall was never quiet at this time, everyone's eyes looked at the Sakura who bowed his head and pondered, and some anxious people began to can't help but whisper.

"Alas, you said that this Sakura girl shouldn't be able to answer."

"In my opinion, hang! Although she looks good, I didn't expect her literary talent to be so low, alas~ It's a pity. ”

As time went by, the discussion in the audience became louder and louder, and even the old bustard standing on the side couldn't stand it, but it was not good to disturb Sakurasu, who was contemplating, so he had to stand by and watch with an anxious face.

The incense in the golden furnace was burning out little by little, and the fire had turned most of the pillars of incense into ashes, and it was about to be extinguished.

"Miss Sakurasu, time is running out, can you think of it?" The fat man touched his chin and stared greedily at her stunning face, oblivious to the presence of the others.

Ying Su ignored him, pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled, and his red lips lightly opened: "The red peony in front of the melancholy steps, there are only two remnants in the evening." The wind in the Ming Dynasty should blow out, and the night will be red to see the fire. Lonely and red, low to the rain, away from the cloth, scattered with the wind. It was still melancholy when it landed, not to mention floating in the dirt. The words seemed to be given life, and her unique softness slowly jumped out of her mouth and fell into front of everyone's eyes. The voice seemed to be sad and happy, and the eyes were bright and dark, with a touch of sadness, as if he was lamenting the tragic fate of the peony flower that could not escape the withering, which really broke the hearts of everyone present.

This poem sounds familiar! I swallowed, and became more and more curious about this "poppy" girl, could she also be the one who crossed over?