At this time, there were four women standing on the lotus platform, they were beautiful in appearance, but they had different temperaments.

The first woman was wearing a white mist skirt of Lan Yuan, with a high bun on her head, and a silver coral white jade bead obliquely inserted, simple and elegant, her green snail eyebrows were long, her beautiful eyes were clear, and a thick bookish breath came to her face.

She gave a slight salute to the sons present, and said lightly: "The slave family is an inkman, and he is good at chanting poetry!" ”

She continued: "The slave family is here to compose a lyric, if it is not done well, I hope you Haihan!" She took out her pen and ink and wrote on a large white piece of rice paper: Where is the sorrow? Leave people's hearts in autumn. Vertical plantains, even if it doesn't rain, it's fluttering. The weather is cool at night, there is a bright moon, and I am afraid of going upstairs. The old age is resting in a dream, and the flowers are empty. Yan resigned, and the guests were still drowned. The weeping willow does not linger in the nepot, and the long is, tie the boat.

After she finished writing, she held up the rice paper that had not dried and let everyone see.

Everyone listened to her bland tone, but there was no displeasure, they looked at the words and sentences written by her, and saw that her pen and ink were beautiful and peaceful, elegant and graceful, and their hearts couldn't help but be overjoyed.

After a while, a second woman appeared.

She wears a red plum blossom corset and a white thin-wing gauze coat, her breasts are half exposed, and her delicate figure looms under the transparent tulle. Her head is tied in a horse bun, embellished with a gold silk inlaid ruby double luan point emerald step shake, she is charming and affectionate, slender and moving, coquettishly said to the sons on the field: "Ladies and gentlemen, the slave family is called dancing, good at singing and dancing, here I would like to offer a dance for the sons, if the sons like the slave family, remember to support a lot~"

After that, she began to dance.

Her gauze sleeves are tactful, especially delicate, the dark fragrance floats with singing and dancing, like a dream, her posture is soft as a cloud, dexterous as a snake, bending her waist and sleeves, and she is like a phoenix. She took her feet as the axis, dancing faster and faster, dancing more and more spiritually, like soaring clouds, fluttering like fairies, her beautiful arms were stretched high, and the soft gauze slipped off her wrists, revealing the white arms of Jiecha Haoyue.

She raised her arms slightly, threw her long sleeves away, covered half of her flushed cheeks, and half-covered her face with a pipa.

When Feile stopped, she floated away her cloud sleeves and gave a sweet and coquettish smile to the sons.

When everyone saw this smile, their souls dissipated, and they were all stunned. After a moment, they shook their heads, and immediately reacted, their eyes lit up, and they clapped their hands in praise.

After a while, the third woman appeared.

However, this woman is different from others, she is holding a sharp soft sword, her temperament is cold, and her cold eyes are cold, which can't help but make everyone's hearts tremble and be slightly cold.

She is wearing a black dark flower filament pleated satin skirt, a pair of sword buns on her head, and a silver leaf jade hairpin, she is tall, her skin is as white as snow, and her eyes are as sharp as sword light, cold to people's hearts, and she seems to be unkind.

She said coldly: "The slave family is called to play the sword, and he is good at sword dancing!" ”

With that, she began to dance the sword.

She bent her legs upturned, the sword swam with her, the sword body turned around, the wrist flowers bloomed, she swirled lightly, flew to stand at the edge of the clear water, she stepped on the waves, bent down and lowered her head to wipe the sword, scattered thousands of clear water droplets, accompanied by bright lights, the moon shadow was in a trance, she was gradually winding, the breeze was sassing, and it was floating to the lotus platform.

Her posture is vigorous, the sword spreads the momentum of the long rainbow through the sun, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, her clothes fluttering, light as a cloud, the cold sword dews the wind, the river and the sea condense the clear light, and sprinkle the wantonness.

Everyone was fascinated, their mouths opened and closed in a daze, and they forgot that they didn't know where they were, and they really forgot where they were.

Pan Zhizhi saw it in his eyes and muttered: "Wonderful! In the past, I heard that Aunt Sun danced the sword, the name was passed on to the world, and the body was passed on to future generations. ”

Mu Fanyin listened to what she said, and smiled: "The lady is right, in my opinion, this Qinglou Oiran belongs to her!" ”

She agreed with what he said: "I think so!" ”

The people next to him couldn't help but shudder when they saw him call Pan Zhizhi, who was dressed in men's clothes, and he pointed at them with a look of horror on his face: "You guys...... But you are...... Break...... Broken sleeves! ”

Mu Fanyin listened, laughed, and put his arm around her shoulder: "Haha...... That's right, we're Broken Sleeves! ”

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And his words, his sudden actions, made her a little embarrassed, she glared at him, and shook off his hand vigorously: "In front of the public, you must not be rude!" ”

He stretched out his arms: "Okay, I'll listen to the lady!" ”

When she heard him say the word "lady" again, she knew that he would not change his nature, she snorted coldly, stopped talking, and continued to watch the performance on stage.

After a while, it was time for the last woman to appear timidly.

She was wearing a long skirt embroidered with gold silk in juan gauze, the long skirt was swaying to the ground, her head was in a bun, and she was wearing a cloud-footed pearl tendril hairpin, her posture was petite, the bird was human, her face was flying, and she was cowardly.

She lowered her head and said delicately: "The slave family is called the qin, and he is good at playing the piano!" ”

After speaking, she sat down beside the piano table and began to play.

Rou Yi slender hand gently stroked the piano, in an instant, the sound of the piano was like water, and the wind of the secluded empty valley touched the heartstrings. At this time, the sound of the piano became more and more brisk, sonorous, just like Kunshan jade broken, raindrops scattered.

Such a beautiful sound of the piano made everyone close their eyes and listen to it as if they were fascinated, and they bathed in the melodious and tactful sound of the piano, and accepted the sound of the piano.

Finally, after the piano sounded, all four of them finished performing, and began to run for Oiran.

The old bustard came belatedly and smiled flamboyantly: "Ladies and gentlemen, my four daughters have finished performing, it's time for you to vote!" I will hand you a blank piece of paper, which girl you like, write the name of that woman on the white paper, if a woman is lucky, she will have the opportunity to choose the son of the field and become the guest of the scene! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the audience was in a sensation.

The bustard sent the maids to distribute blank paper to those present.

Pan Zhizhi took the paper sprayed with aromatherapy, took the brush on the table, lightly soaked the ink, and lifted the pen on the white paper. After writing, he said to Mu Fanyin: "Fanyin, do you have an answer?" Who are you going to choose? ”

Mu Fanyin replied: "If you have it, you will choose to use the sword!" ”

Seeing that he also chose to play the sword like herself, she was a little happy in her heart: "It's so good! We chose the same! ”

He smiled slightly: "That's it!" Who told us to have a heart of soul? ”

Seeing him say that, she felt a little unhappy in her heart: "Look at you, here you are again!" ”

He sighed deeply: "Angry again? That's it, I won't call you a lady, I'll call you Brother Zhizhi, what do you think? ”

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