Feng Xiaoqiang didn't go out the next day. In addition to resting in the guest room, he silently wrote a lyric for Bu Qingyin to practice.

Emperor Tianlan sent someone to invite Feng Xiaoqiang into the palace for a banquet. Feng Xiaoqiang politely refused.

Emperor Tianlan asked people to send some gifts. There are several ginseng plants that are thousands of years old, 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, and a high-grade spiritual weapon Shuangyi Sword. It happens to be used by people with ice water attributes.

Feng Xiaoqiang gave it to Jin Dong and his wife. There are two swords, and if you find a suitable exercise, it is just right for two people to cultivate.

Feng Xiaoqiang took out another thousand-year-old ginseng plant and boiled soup for Yancui every day to replenish his body.

The senior brothers of the physical training institute were envious again: the subordinates who were little junior sisters were treated so well. They all want to be servants instead.

The sixth day of the first month.

The streets of the imperial capital were sprinkled with leaflets like snowflakes. The Odd Sound Band was born.

The introduction on the leaflet and the strange costumes on it are all unseen by the people of the imperial capital. For a while, it attracted a lot of people to pour into the drunken spring garden.

The big stage of Zuichun Garden has been rearranged according to the needs of the performance.

Before the performance time, Zuichun Garden was already full. Those who came from behind could only stand.

Just as the audience was talking to each other about what the Wonder Sound Band was, a loud voice rang out. Then the brisk rhythm hits the eardrums.

This is the music and rhythm that the people of the imperial capital have never heard.

When I saw Bu Qingyin, who had always been spurned by them, appeared on the stage wearing leopard print clothes and pants. He was followed by several people in fancy costumes.

The rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves in the hands of the audience have not had time to throw them out. was shocked by Bu Qingyin's singing.

Bu Qing chanted a song of Mount Tai next door, sometimes brisk and sometimes high-pitched, as if there was a demonic nature. Let the audience in the audience be shocked.

The strange costumes and novel dances made the people of the imperial capital completely subvert their perception of Bu Qingyin.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Wait for the second song "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain", halfway through the singing. The audience was like a crazy demon, and they all learned to dance with the people on the stage.

From this day on, Bu Qingyin's Qisheng Band was an instant hit. Bu Qingyin was also popular all over the imperial capital in one day.

Feng Xiaoqiang asked the others to continue watching the performance, and walked out of the Drunken Spring Garden by himself.

She promised to bring Hegang back with wine, and planned to go to the wine store.

But after turning around several relatively large wine shops in a row, Feng Xiaoqiang was not satisfied with the taste of those wines.

Although she doesn't drink alcohol, she has a picky and unusually sensitive nose.

"Little sister, you can buy a bouquet of flowers." A dirty little hand grabbed Feng Xiaoqiang's sleeve.

Feng Xiaoqiang lowered her head, a trembling seven or eight-year-old girl, holding a few flowers in one hand, was looking at her with pleading eyes.

She was short. The shabby clothes are thin. The emaciated ones almost fell as soon as the wind blew.

A few strands of thin yellow hair, a small face with a sallow face. Looks like chronic malnutrition.

Feng Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that when he first wore it, he was not much different from the little girl in front of him.

"Here, it's this little beggar." Suddenly there was a shout.

The little girl trembled with fright and hid behind Feng Xiaoqiang.

A couple of house-looking men came over with sticks.

Seeing that the person they were looking for was hiding behind a girl. And this girl is dressed ordinary. Then he said viciously, "Don't meddle in your business, hand over the little beggar." ”

Feng Xiaoqiang's eyebrows were cold: "She's just a poor child." What kind of hero are you bullying a child? ”

"Bullying?" A housekeeper sneered, "This little beggar got into the house from the dog hole and stole the flowers that my wife had carefully cultivated. Madame told us to get the people back. ”

Little girl ...... tightly