A hundred flowers are selected, that is, the new girls of the Qinglou take the stage to perform, or sing or dance, play and sing. Then the audience at the scene threw the flower ball to vote, and the person with the most flower ball votes was the head of the hundred flowers.

This event is comparable to the large-scale talent show in Gu Changan's impression in his previous life.

After a few shows, the girl in the Qinglou who came to the stage, Yan was thin and fat, with a good appearance, and showed her powers, which quickly stirred up the atmosphere of the scene.

All of a sudden, the cheers and cheers in the lobby on the first floor of Tianxiang Pavilion were endless.

Some of the spectators who were pleasing to the eye threw the embroidered balls woven of red silk rope on the table far under the stage, and the running hall girls on the scene rushed to pick them up.

When it came time for the seventh show, there was a commotion in the audience.

The wealthy businessmen, dignitaries, gentlemen, and Confucian scholars at the scene all got up in an uproar.

The audience was silent, and the falling needles could be heard, as if everyone was afraid of abruptly abruptly the fairy who was about to perform on stage, and did not dare to gasp for breath or speak loudly.

"Looking at this formation, it must be that Miss Lingyin is about to appear!"

The second brother Gu Yanning was excited, and he also got up from the seat in an uproar.

Because his vision was blocked by the person standing in front of him, Gu Changan could only stand up helplessly and look at everyone's eyes.

In front of the lobby, the red platform is three feet, and above it is a circular patio, from which there is dissolved moonlight, and the natural pillar of light is hazy and translucent.

Is Miss Lingyin coming out?

The same thought crossed everyone's minds.

In the anticipation of thousands of people, a group of female musicians came out from behind the hall, holding various musical instruments such as qin, zheng, sheng, flute, flute, and drum, and five women holding wooden mallets and walked to a group of bronze chimes on the side of the hall.

The set of chimes is more than a foot high, arranged in a curved ruler-like arrangement, and is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. The uppermost layer is called the button bell, three groups of nineteen pieces, decorated with seal inscriptions; The middle and lower two layers are called Yongzhong, five groups of forty-five pieces, decorated with a relief of the Pan Yu pattern.

The sound quality of the chimes is majestic and elegant, and it has always been the first of the elegant instrumental music of the ancient court.

Gu Changan was also quite surprised, this Tianxiang Pavilion had also cultivated a group of female musicians who could play chimes, no wonder the tickets for this hundred flowers cost ten taels of silver per person.

Can't be wrong, this Lingyin girl must be the finale.

In the blink of an eye, female musicians with various musical instruments were lined up in the corner below the stage. The other five women walked up to the chime, holding large and small mallets, and stood gracefully.

Two drumbeats suddenly sounded, causing two ripples in the dead silence of time and space.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of silk strings and bamboo pipes fluttered in the lobby.

The bronze chimes also began to play, and the large Yong bell and the small button bell also rang loudly.

The melodiousness of the piano.

The magnificence of the kite.

The crispness of the sheng.

Xiao Zhi hovers low.

The purity of the succumbing.

The drums are brisk.

The chimes are so elegant!

The sound of the drum music is majestic and mighty, just like the breeze through the valley, the mountain spring of the jade, and the flowing clouds of the Xiu, and tens of millions of people are like the wind on the cliff, cool and refreshing!

But at this moment, the much-anticipated circular stage is still empty, and all the audience's expectations have reached the extreme, and their desire is also burning to the extreme.

Where is the protagonist of the stage?

Why hasn't the long-awaited Lingyin girl yet appeared?

At this time, a red light appeared in the circular patio, and several red yarns fell slowly, enveloping the entire circular stage......

"Poof!"

"Puff puff!"

The mechanism is activated, the water splashes suddenly, and the small curved pools around the stage are filled with clear springs, and the water is sparkling and crystal clear.

Suddenly, there were hibiscus rising from the water, and the pink lotus buds were gently lifted out of the water by lotus stems. Although it is a fake flower, it is ingeniously made and lifelike.

"Titicaca!"

The stage mechanism activates again.

On the stage, among the red veils, a huge white lotus bud slowly rises from below the stage.

All the small pink lotus buds, like stars holding the moon, are clustered around the big white lotus buds in the center of the stage, and they are all waiting for the moment when the flower soul blooms!

The instrumental music was hoarse, the audience was silent, and Tianxiang Pavilion suddenly fell into an abyss of dead silence.

Thousands of breaths were frozen.

Thousands of heartbeats have frozen.

The next moment, a syllable rose from the center of the stage, turned into four colorful feathered spirit birds in mid-air, singing the sound of heaven, and flew away in the four directions of this time and space!

It's the sound of a lute!

The crisp and melodious syllables flew out one after another, as if they had turned into spring rain and autumn rain, the sun and the moon, irrigating the lotus buds on the stage bit by bit, slowly moisturizing their growth.

In the pool, the pink lotus buds slowly unfolded their petals......

Bloom slowly......

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.

The pieces of red yarn withdrew and flew above the patio.

On the three-foot red platform on that side, the big white lotus flower was still budding.

"Listening Girl...... It's Miss Lingyin......"

How many spectators are holding back and shouting, like crazy, like crazy.

What kind of shocking secrets are hidden under the white lotus buds?

The sound of the lute stopped.

It is as if the big white lotus flower that has been silent in the iceberg and snow valley for thousands of years has finally begun to bloom slowly, gently......

In the heart of the flower, the woman sits on her knees, holding a rosewood pipa in her arms.

The pink floating gauze dress is like a falling cherry blossom in the mist.

The temples are double-divided, the bun is lonely, and the green silk hangs down three feet like a black waterfall.

A branch of jade plum blossoms, silver butterflies and double flying hairpins.

A pink gauze covers the face of the world, and under the slender eyelashes, there is a pair of eyes with fairy and demonic energy.

Playing the pipa with his hands, the frost and snow on his wrists.

"Listening to the Girl......"

"Listen...... Listening Girl~~~"

How many men were so excited that they wanted to shout out the name of the beauty, but they were afraid that they would suddenly surprise the fairy in their dreams, and in the end they could only hold their voices desperately.

The mood of the agitation spread like a plague among the crowd.

The woman suddenly raised her face and glanced at her—

Where the two eyes touched, it seemed that a dementoring void was born out of thin air, and the man who was swept by her gaze was all fascinated!

Gu Changan was also swept by this woman's gaze, although his three souls were all in peace, he couldn't help but hold his breath slightly...... At this moment, the whole person was slightly numb.

Tianxiang Pavilion fell into a dead silence again......

It seems that there are no lights, no crowds, only the dissolving moonlight, shining on that stage.

With a flick of the silk string array, it seems that there is a murmuring of autumn water.

The silk strings of the south of the Yangtze River and the red sandalwood of the south of Xinjiang together form this excellent pipa.

Plucking strings, hooking strings, sliding strings, and kneading strings are successively converted, and the five pitch permutations and combinations of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Feather are poured out with the pipa sound.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

When it is gentle, the empty mountains are condensed and the clouds do not move, and the water is not flowing.

When it is brisk, the swallow hits the water spirit and the fox jumps, and the old fish dances the wave and thin Jiao dance!

At the end of a solo song, the woman put down the red sandalwood pipa, stood up slowly, and suddenly splashed the wide sleeves of the flowing fairy into the air!

The drums and bells began to sound again, and the colored instruments continued to accompaniment.

A touch of pink tulle covers the mysterious face, the jade feet are light, and the body is light and transformed, as if it is about to flutter up.

The dance steps rotated, the waist rotated, swaying like a flying fairy, and the pink skirt spread out like a cloud.

The wind lifted her veil - looking back and smiling, her eyes were dripping, charming and charming, and the country and the city were captivated!

She flew down from the lotus platform, like walking against the wind, and like Ling Bo microstep.

Its dancing posture is like a frightening and pretentious dragon;

Its face, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine.

Whirling, the light clouds cover the moon;

When it is shaking, the wind returns to the snow.

The drums began to rush rapidly, the instrumental music also began to rush rapidly, the women danced swaying, and the wide sleeves of the flowing immortals waved endlessly.

Such as sprinkling the rain in the sky, such as Huanbaili Creek yarn, such as sweeping the snow in the world.

Dancing for nine days!

Polar movement and then silence, the sound of instrumental music gradually stops.

The woman slowly raised her face, and the moonlight fell on her face from above the patio like snow.

She is like that, looking up at the bright moon stupidly, vicissitudes and sadness, pitiful and melancholy......