"That ......" Feng Yue smiled: "This son, although you are very happy to love the slave family, you brought the slave family into the house in full view of everyone, and the slave family is also very happy, but ......"

But can you not carry her in your hands like a monkey? She's got feet! I can walk! It's like she's committing a crime and being caught, okay?

Yin Gezhi didn't hear it, and when he got out of the lobby, he carried her and put her at the rosewood round table closest to the table prepared by Mother Jin.

The girls were still in the room getting ready, and she sat down at the guest's table with a big grin.

There were faintly unfriendly eyes shooting from all directions, Feng Yue lowered her head, pretending not to notice anything, pinching a piece of beef jerky and chewing it.

As night fell, the red light hung high, and the performance began on the stage. Feng Yue swept around his back, but the prince didn't come, but the rest of the regulars arrived.

That's right, the prince of a country, how can he really run to the Qinglou when he is idle?

Retracting her gaze, Fengyue was about to continue eating, when she heard a cheer around her, almost lifting the roof, which scared her into a tremble, and the beef jerky in her hand fell into the teacup with a "poof", coating a layer of greasy.

Yin Gezhi frowned and looked at her, as if he wanted to stuff her into the teacup.

"Hey, hey." Smiling weakly, Fengyue whispered: "Childe, the slave family has always behaved not very elegantly, you can treat it as if you didn't see it." ”

She may not be elegant, but at least she has to look a little, right? What about being embarrassed to sit across from him? Yin Gezhi shook his head, instantly regretting why he wanted to sit at the same table with her.

After the broken string performance on the stage, he respectfully saluted the stage, and the applause of the crowd was not broken, and a scholar stood up and said: "The broken string girl is so good at the piano and so good-looking, so she naturally deserves to win the Oiran laurel." ”

The prostitutes in Qinglou are romantic, and there are a lot of supporters behind each girl, just like betting on horses, how can you win the horse you bet on, in order to prove that you have a good vision.

So, the people who bet on Fengyue were not convinced, and stood up and said: "In terms of appearance, how can the girl with broken strings compare with the girl Fengyue?" ”

"What are you talking about?" The scholar was not convinced: "How can you look at people just by their appearance?" Although the Fengyue girl is beautiful, what else does she have besides beauty? Another strip dance? ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Weiyun laughed out loud, and the broken string also felt relieved, she had wanted to say this sentence for a long time, and being said in public like this by a guest today was like a slap in Fengyue's face, and the voice was crisp and pleasant.

Yin Gezhi tilted his head slightly and glanced at the scholar.

Feng Yueman didn't care, and waved his hand: "Why do you bother to drag the slave family into the water? The slave family has no intention of coming to power today, and the Oiran competition has nothing to do with the slave family. ”

When the scholar heard this, he immediately laughed: "Does the girl not want to fight, or can't fight at all?" ”

The person next to him said angrily: "There are many kinds of talents, how do you know that Miss Fengyue can't compete?" If the strings are broken, they can play the piano, why can't the girl dance? There is no one to decide today, and winning or losing is not up to the people below to decide? The girl with broken strings has been dreaming of returning to the building for a long time, and there are many guests, where is this fair to Miss Fengyue? ”

The scholar sneered: "It's useless to say more, but you can know the truth by comparison." If someone needs to decide, then it is better to let it ......."

"I'll come." The cold and hard voice sounded in the noise, like a needle of the sea god, and the people around him were instantly quiet.

Mother Jin blinked, looked at Yin Gezhi, and said with a smile: "This son, of course, you still have to be good at this way to be convincing. ”

Straight up, Yin Gezhi walked past Mother Jin and walked on the stage, a white robe glowing softly in the light, and the girls gasped.

What a handsome person, those eyes are amorous, and the sleeves are very chic, and I can't complain that I have to accompany him even if I don't go on the platform today. Who doesn't want such a guest, or such a man?

Before the broken string came back to his senses, the piano in front of him was taken away, and the snow-white gauze flew and landed in the corner on the right side of the stage, attracting people to follow and look over.

Fengyue pursed her lips and looked at it, and asked Guan Zhi to hand him a stool.

Yin Gezhi did not face the stage, but in the direction of the center of the stage, took the stool and sat down, put the piano on his lap, and played it with his hand.

The sound of mountains and flowing water, clear and like a spring, instantly silenced the impetuousness of the building. The sound of the piano is powerful and lingering, smooth and chic, like a person who plays the piano.

Insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the lively, people who don't know the piano only think that this piece is better than the broken strings just now, but the connoisseur can hear it, the person on the stage has been repairing the piano for at least ten years, with a solid foundation and profound skills.

At the end of the song, it took a long time for the audience to react before an exclamation sounded. Mother Jin also knows how to play the piano, so she didn't dare to stop her immediately, but smiled and said to everyone: "This son is an expert, let him decide, there must be no problem." ”

It's just that his song pressed the broken strings too badly, just listening to the broken strings played by one person, many people who seem to understand or not will think it's good, talented and good-looking. But after this master came up, he could compare it personally, and the piano skills of broken strings were really not hot.

The scholar who spoke just now didn't look very good-looking, and he didn't dare to raise his head again when the strings were broken.

Yin Gezhi stretched out his hand and put the piano aside, just sat on the stage and watched, his eyes were calm, and he didn't say a word.

The people in the whole building became serious, Fengyue blinked, blinked again, and asked, "What's wrong with your master?" It's such a nosy. ”

Guan Zhi shrugged his shoulders and looked at the stage: "The master is probably on a whim, after all, these things have never been dealt with since he came to Wu Kingdom." ”

Lingshu stood behind Fengyue, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and muttered in a low voice: "Look at it this way, this son is not so annoying." ”

Feng Yue smiled, turned back to her and said, "You little girl, it's too simple to like and hate anyone." ”

Flattened his mouth, Lingshu said: "The slave thinks that powerful people are worthy of liking, and fierce people are very annoying, but he ......"

Looking up at Yin Gezhi, Lingshu's little face was wrinkled: "It's too embarrassing!" ”

Shaking her head, Fengyue continued to look at the stage.

There is a lesson from the past of broken strings, and the faint cloud who came up to play the flute behind him was very serious, but Yin Gezhi also played the flute, and played the same tune with others mercilessly, and the coherence, feelings, and breath were more prominent against the backdrop of the previous song, and the judgment was made. There is no need to even comment on Yin Gezhi, the benefactors below can comment on what Weiyun is lacking.

I don't know if this uncle really came to smash the field, the girls who went up next, some wrote calligraphy, some painted, and some performed a hundred steps through Yang, he was stunned and didn't release any water, the same paper and pen, the same bow and arrow, swept people's face at all.

The strange thing is that the benefactors below were not angry, but they were amazed by the official calligraphy and ink paintings painted by Yin Gezhi. Even the scholars who were not convinced showed amazement in their eyes.

It's shameless!

When Yin Ge stopped on the stage and pulled out the bow, Feng Yue covered her face and glanced sympathetically at Jin Ling, who chose to wear Yang in a hundred steps, from between her fingers.

Everything else is easy to say, on this stage, I chose martial arts-related things, and I met Yin Gezhi again...... It must have been a worse death than the previous ones.

Needless to say, after Yin Gezhi shot three arrows in a row and hit the bull's-eye, the benefactors not only applauded, but also commented that the Qinglou woman chose this kind of talent really doesn't match, so it's better not to choose. Then continue to praise the person on the stage who is really both civil and military, a rare talent!

When the meeting for the selection of the Oiran was coming to an end, Fengyue felt that the Oiran was none other than Yin Gezhi today, and even the girl who was swept away by him finally stood on the side of the stage and looked at him with reverence on her face, not holding any grudges.

It's all come to this, so what else is there to say?

I don't know what crazy this always low-key master has come to do this kind of limelight thing. Feng Yue was rolling her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel that everyone around her was looking towards her.

Well?

Looking at the stage inexplicably, I saw that Prince Yin was looking in her direction with his eyes down, and he was resting with the pen and ink in his hand, as if he was waiting for her to play.

No way? Feng Yue smiled dryly, shrunk her neck, and ran to the side of the stage with her skirt and whispered: "Childe, it's good for you to embarrass them, what are you doing to embarrass the slave family?" ”

"Great opportunity, why don't you come up and try it?" Yin Ge stared at her.

With a smile on her face, Fengyue shook her head vigorously: "No!" ”

Glancing at her with disgust, Yin Gezhi turned his head and nodded casually: "You come." ”

He Chou, who was wearing a dance suit, shook his head tremblingly: "No, right? Slave ...... The slave family felt that they were not very well prepared. ”

Yin Gezhi looked at her and said nothing.

He Chou broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't withstand the coercion of this master's eyes, and danced on stage.

To be honest, He Chou is just here to join in the fun, after all, her dance is not as good as Fengyue's, just thinking about being familiar with her face, who knows that she will be named by this master.

After dancing a song, He Chou didn't know what was waiting for him, so he stood on the stage tremblingly and glanced at Yin Gezhi.

The sound of the song stopped, the dancing sleeves hung to the ground, and Yin Gezhi bowed his head expressionlessly: "Good dancing." ”

Everyone was shocked and applauded!

This is the first time he has opened his mouth tonight to evaluate the people on the stage, what kind of dance did that girl dance? I don't remember, anyway, this uncle said it was good, then it must be good!

While busy watching the girls in white come back to their senses, they were stunned, Fengyue applauded and nodded in the audience: "Not bad, not bad." ”

Yin Ge stopped the stage and went upstairs to the room with Fengyue in his hand. Everyone shouted to stay, but Jin's mother stopped in front and didn't let people catch up.

"Everyone, in this scene today, why worry about the girl coming out on top, what do you think?" Kim's mother asked.

"No, no!" All the benefactors waved their hands and applauded.