Qingqing looked behind the curtain and watched so many gorgeously dressed men and women sitting in front of the stage in the dark, they were drinking and laughing with the people around them. Qingqing's palms began to sweat, she was not nervous at all when she fought, but she was very panicked when she had to perform dances and musical instruments that she was not very good at in front of so many men, mainly because she was afraid that she would be thrown peanut shells by others.

Jiaojiao looked at Qingqing nervously at this time, and couldn't help but pull her sleeve and smile at her, Qingqing nodded, pressed her hand on her chest, and took a deep breath.

Hua Niang stood on the stage at this time and began to introduce the next competition, she first introduced Qingqing with only one sentence: "Qingqing girl in the cardamom years." ”

And when Jiaojiao was introduced, her expression and tone were immediately different, she looked like Jiaojiao was her daughter, Qingqing rolled her eyes and looked at Hua Niang, Jiaojiao covered her mouth and snickered: As for this little thing, do you have to worry about it?

After the introduction of the flower girl, a few twelve or thirteen-year-old girls sitting next to the stage began to play music, Qingqing listened to this music, I haven't heard it at all, and it is not this song that I practiced with Jiaojiao in the afternoon.

"Wait! Wrong, not this one. Qingqing stood up with her skirt in her arms, and for a while, did the music stop, and everyone in the audience looked at her with their mouths wide open, and Qingqing realized that she had actually stood on the stage with the curtain.

"What do you see? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman? Close your eyes and I'll come out again! Qingqing pointed to the men in the audience and shouted domineeringly, Hua Niang's frightened face turned white, those people are all important members of the imperial court, this dead girl is really good at death.

However, unexpectedly, those people obediently closed their eyes, Hua Niang and Jiaojiao looked at Qingqing in shock, Qingqing walked back behind the curtain proudly, and the strings sounded again as soon as she raised her hand.

This time she pulled Jiaojiao on the field at the same time, Jiaojiao was wearing such a long dress without any difficulty, and she walked with a variety of styles, Qingqing looked at Jiaojiao curiously, Jiaojiao smiled and whispered to Qingqing: "Master, wouldn't it be good to walk on tiptoe?" ”

Qingqing didn't speak, Jiaojiao is 1.65 meters, she is 1.6 meters, even if she is holding her feet, she will step on the hem of her skirt. She gave Jiaojiao a look, and Jiaojiao let go of Qingqing's hand and began to dance.

Qingqing looked at the audience, and the men were still with their eyes closed, and she was speechless, "Open your eyes." Qingqing said and took out the willow leaves prepared in advance, by the way, she performed the same song "Jasmine" as the willow leaves and the accompaniment of the audience.

Hua Niang and the people in the audience didn't see what Qing Qing was holding in his hand, they all opened their eyes curiously to see Qing Qing, and almost no one paid attention to Jiaojiao's side. Jiaojiao was distracted and actually fell.

There was a sigh in the audience, Jiaojiao stood up with a blushing face, Qingqing also stopped blowing leaves, and the flower girl trotted up to the stage to accompany the smiling face: "Uncles, our Jiaojiao girl is on stage for the first time, a little stage fright, or give her another chance to let her perform a show again?" ”

"Let's go down!"

"Cut!"

"It's enough to have a Qingqing girl."

Listening to the voices of the people below, Hua Niang and Jiaojiao glanced at each other and stepped down very embarrassed, Qingqing didn't figure out the situation for a while, and looked at Jiaojiao and Hua Niang's backs in a daze.

"Qingqing girl!"

"Blow another song."

"One more song."

Qingqing was pulled back to her senses by the voice from the audience, and she threw the leaves, "Are you sick?" There is a good instrument playing music non-stop, want to listen to this broken leaf blowing music? Am I not tired of blowing? There is no tipping and no blowing. Qingqing flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

As soon as the guests sitting in the front row heard Qingqing say this, they quickly took out the broken silver on their bodies and threw them on the platform, and the people behind followed closely to learn, and for a while the silver ingots, silver tickets, and broken silver flew to Qingqing's body.

Qingqing blinked and looked at the silver and silver tickets falling beside him, this feeling of being smashed by silver was really comfortable for his uncle.