Hearing the word Zhenzhen, everyone held their breath and looked at the high platform together, and after a while, a shadow came out with soft steps.

Everyone looked at it, and their throats and eyes were about to pop up, but the beautiful figure on the high platform was not Zhen Zhen, who was it?

Zhen Zhen bowed her head and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, what Zhen Zhen wants to sing for everyone today is a new song by Shen Ao Shen Gongzi......"

It is reported that Shen Gongzi and Zhen Zhen have a personal relationship, and there are even rumors that Shen Ao's immoral guy has been close to the water and the first month, and many people don't believe it, or they are faintly looking forward to believing it.

It's just that this time Zhen Zhen personally said that the song she was about to sing was made by Shen Gongzi, and many people's minds were shaken.

Could it be that Shen Ao and Zhen Zhen really have a personal relationship?

With this thought, many people here are like ashes, their expressions are gloomy, you must know that my fair lady, gentleman is good, who here does not admit that he is a gentleman, a beauty like Zhen Zhen is naturally dreamed of, but unfortunately, it is a pity, a good flower, was arched by a pig.

Shen Ao naturally didn't know how many people slandered him in their hearts, his eyes fell on Zhen Zhen's body, and in the faint lights, he saw her wearing a xia robe, and the pure white silk bandeau covered the richness of her chest, faintly revealing a faint water blue. The lower cover is a water blue silk pleated skirt, gorgeous and simple, plain and elegant, but also atmospheric. The skirt is skillfully embroidered with pure white lotus, and the transparent gauze is lightly floating, like a dream, faintly revealing the woman's fair and smooth, blown-haired creamy skin.

Compared with the talented Bijun, although the dress is simpler, and there is not too much rouge and red lips, but at this moment, I only see her, and Miss Bijun's face is slowly forgotten in Shen Ao's mind, and the six palaces have no color, it seems that the poem of the white drunkard is really not a lie, until now, Shen Ao has to believe it.

Although the waist that can be held is trembling slightly, but up and down the body, there is an unearthly fairy breath, and there is nothing else.

Zhen Zhen seemed to take a breath gently, her beautiful eyes looked forward to it, and the style appeared between the waves and lights; There is a flush on the cheeks, which spreads faintly; The soft and seductive pink lips opened slightly, and the sound of the pearl and jade falling on the plate seemed to come out of the heavens, first a cappella singing, and then sat down cross-legged, stroking the long piano in front of him, and the sound of dingdong music began, with the sound of the heavenly sound, everyone was in a trance, and they were suddenly immersed in this beautiful music.

Zhen Zhen's voice was surprisingly melodious, as if she had really become the wife who grabbed her husband, her starry eyes fell into the void, but she seemed to be whispering, and the worried look for her husband seemed to be infected.

At the end of the song, everyone woke up like a dream, and suddenly the joy was thunderous, even Shen Ao, and he had to admire Zhen Zhen's performance, looking at the past, only to see countless hydrangeas flying in the field, overwhelming.

Wu San'er's face changed, and his heart was a little weak, and he raised his eyes to look at Shen Ao, but saw that Shen Ao was just smiling, as if he was unmoved, so he gradually relaxed his heart and thought to himself: "Brother Shen said that if he can win, he will definitely win." ”

might as well Zhou Ruo said coldly: "Miss Zhenzhen's song alarmed the four seats, and this Oiran is none other than Zhenzhen." ”

Shen Ao smiled: "Cousin doesn't believe me? My cousin said that if she can win, she will definitely win. ”

Zhou Ruo glanced at him: "Shen Gongzi's words, I don't dare to believe it." ”

Damn, you don't believe me, you must know that honesty is the foundation of my life, it seems that my cousin has no confidence in my cousin.

Shen Ao thought in his heart, in fact, he was also a little weak, but until the end, he would definitely not give up easily.

Zhen Zhen Yingying gone, the number of hydrangeas has also been counted, there are three hundred and forty-two, compared to the good results of the wall is three times more, such a result, is already the leader, the previous few hook bar of the top card, even the horse can not catch up.

Shen Ao knew in his heart that if it weren't for the faint expectation in the hearts of many spectators, I was afraid that this hydrangea would have been thrown out long ago, if it weren't for the existence of a man who claimed to see the dead and not pay for his life, Zhen Zhen would win the championship, I am afraid that there would be no suspense.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight more girls came on stage, singing and dancing, someone had already come to inform Feng'er that she was ready to play, the atmosphere in the ear room became tense, Shen Ao walked to Feng'er's side, and said in a low voice: "Feng'er, it's up to you this time." ”

The chin nodded her head, although she was blocked by the light veil, she could still see a touch of red flying on her cheeks, blessed her body, and was led by a few maids to change her clothes first.

Shen Ao glanced at Wu San'er, Wu San'er understood, and quickly followed, of course, not to see Feng'er changing clothes, but to arrange the high platform first.

Finally it was Feng'er's turn, and when someone sang and invited the girl to enter, the audience was suffocated again, and the legend said that who glanced at Feng'er, he immediately didn't want to eat, he didn't want to eat well, he didn't sleep well, and he had good perseverance to keep losing weight for a few laps.

Such a beauty, but no one has ever seen it, and when they are about to see the demeanor of Feng'er, everyone can't help but stretch their necks, which is more exciting than Zhenzhen.

It's just that the first to walk on the high platform is not Feng'er, but Wu San'er, Wu San'er smiled and arched his hand to everyone: "Everyone, at the invitation of Miss Feng'er, we need to arrange and arrange this place, please rest assured, I won't worry about you too much time." ”

Wu San'er said, commanded the two small servants who came with him, hung six or seven pink lanterns on the high platform, and sprinkled a lot of petals on the high platform.

As soon as the pink lantern was hung, the entire high platform became hazy in an instant, the pink luster shone, but there was a little more dusty atmosphere, Wu San'er and the others retreated, and they saw a slender figure, gently twisting their slender waist, and walking up to the high platform step by step.

"It's Miss Feng'er, Miss Feng'er is here!" Someone couldn't help but shout, his eyes were motionless, but he seemed to be a little unable to see clearly, wiped his eyes, and only saw a weak body in the hazy light, wearing a pink rose tight puff sleeve top, covered with an emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt, tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke at the waist, and the sideburns hung low and obliquely inserted into the jasper and phoenix hairpins, showing a slender but weak body.

This dress is precisely designed by Shen Ao, which not only uses some of the characteristics of the Northern Song Dynasty dress, but also integrates the bold designs of later generations, especially the tight-fitting tunic skirt, which happens to outline the alluring and wonderful figure of Feng'er. As for the big bow tied on the chest, it has a little more cute and playful that people can't help but care.

Ying'er Yingying walked over, her eyes were wide open, nothing, seemed to be indifferent to the things in front of her, the never-before-seen pace twisted her hips sharply, it was like a lazy cat shaking, giving birth to a trace of tiredness, looking at it from a distance, both moving and giving birth to a sense of non-blasphemy.

Such a dress and gait are very tempting and novel, with the hazy light, everyone can't help but stretch their necks and keep polishing their eyes to see the true face of Feng'er.

It's just that the more I look at it, the more I still see the two bays that seem to be frowning and not frowning, a pair of eyes that seem to be crying but not crying, and there seem to be tears in the eyes.

"Sure enough, it's the best in the world, and it's incomprehensible." Some people can't help but talk about it, although they can't see the whole picture, but they only covet a corner, and in that haze, they have already pounded in their hearts.

Many people clinged to her, but their eyes stared straight at a pair of tearful beautiful eyes, and they all had the urge to rush up and hug her waist and take care of her children.

This psychological suggestion is getting stronger and stronger, and some people can't help but throw the hydrangea up first.

No matter how beautiful things are, they only produce a good feeling, but the faint hazy beauty makes people throb.

The so-called wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is better than stealing, in fact, it also belongs to this kind of psychology.

Just looking at Feng'er's slight blessing, the visitors couldn't help but inhale, but they were afraid that her weak and delicate body would accidentally fall, and their hearts were pinched, and they heard Feng'er say in a pitiful voice: "The concubine has seen all the adults and sons, and today I say that Feng'er is ugly in front of you, so let's sing a song." ”

Her voice is not as beautiful as Zhenzhen, let alone the charm of a teacher, and even slightly flawed, but the pitiful voice is intoxicating and makes people feel more cared.

Feng'er hung her hands down, neither enchanting, nor deliberately to play with the wind, nor did she have the spirit of a fairy, but she just stood like this, as if she was going to be blown down by the wind at any time, and the waist of the weak willow supporting the wind, just like the slender and weak willow swaying in the wind, was so touching that it made people feel pity.

As soon as the cherry blossoms opened their mouths, they began to sing: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break." The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting ...... since ancient times"

This poem is not new, but Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell", to the effect that the cicadas after autumn are so desolate and urgent, facing the long pavilion, it is the evening, and a torrential rain has just stopped. I set up a tent outside Kyoto Castle, but I didn't have the mood to drink, and when I was reluctant to give up, the people on the boat were already urging me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, until the end they were speechless, and a thousand words choked in their throats. Thinking of going back to the south this time, one journey after another, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, and the foggy Chudi sky at night was boundless.

Since ancient times, the saddest thing for amorous people is parting, not to mention that it is this bleak and cold autumn, how can this sorrow be endured! Who knows where I am when I wake up tonight? I'm afraid that there is only the willow shore, facing the bleak morning breeze and the waning moon of dawn. After a long time of separation, the people who love each other are not together, I expect that even if I encounter good weather and good scenery, it will be like a fiction. Even if you are full of affection, who will you talk to?

This poem is the most widely circulated in the hook column, and it is also the most sorrowful, a scholar and the girl in the Qinglou say goodbye to each other, that is about to be thousands of miles apart, maybe the sour pain of never seeing each other again in a lifetime jumps on the words, and the meaning of sorrow makes people can't bear to listen.

Feng'er's voice is not beautiful, but when she sings this song, she has a little more sadness, there is no piano accompaniment, just standing on the high platform, her slender body is like a flat boat, ready to be blown by the wind and rain at any time, singing and singing, the tears are almost ready to come out, and even the voice is gradually hoarse, but it adds a bit of desolation.

"It's really heartbreaking to hear." Shen Aoquan didn't look heartbroken, he was overjoyed, originally he was afraid that Feng'er wouldn't be able to make the feeling he wanted, but who knows, this Feng'er was born to be Sister Lin's material.

Zhou Heng also frowned, fell into a look of intoxication, and said: "Cousin, although Feng'er sings this song unpleasantly, but when I listen to it, I feel sour in my heart, as if something is blocked, I can't swallow it in one breath, I can't spit it out, hey...... I see you very pitiful. ”

He shook his head and dragged the text, but his face was rare solemn.

Zhou Ruo also fell into deep thought, as if he was also infected by the beautiful song, a little tear fell in his starry eyes, and he was moved by the story in the words.

Then go to see the appearance of the guests, the song of the wind fell, but the visitors did not react, as if they were reminiscing about the aftersound, after a long time, they all made noise, shouted loudly, and countless hydrangeas were thrown to the stands.

The role of Feng'er is more like a poor little woman, as if something unfortunate happened to her at any time, the sadness revealed by this misfortune is deeply moving, and the visitors have thrown away the silver thought for a while, and they are greatly moved, and there is a hydrangea in their hands that cannot be thrown out, that is, there is no hydrangea, and they also cheer loudly for it.