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"It's no wonder, the poetry contest once a month, this is the rule set by Miss Ling'er, if anyone wins her, she will promise that person any conditions."

The little guy told the story, and after speaking, he retreated.

What a big breath!

Yan Nuo smacked his lips, and he really couldn't wait to see this so-called Ling'er girl in his heart.

"I'm finally going to see Miss Ling'er, and it's not in vain that I've been waiting for a month!"

"yes, yes, I came early in the morning......"

"Heh, you were early this morning? I've been resting in 'Drunken Dreams and Death' since last night, just to catch a glimpse of Miss Ling'er's excellence. ”

Yan Nuo drank bitter tea, listened attentively to the discussions in the lobby, and inevitably sneered.

"This brother, dare to ask why you have to wait for a month?"

Yan Nuo leaned in, arched his hand, and asked with a smile.

The man who was asked looked disdainful, and said loudly to Yan Nuo with his nostrils:

"Miss Ling'er is the number one brand of this 'drunk life and dream death', but she only appears once a month, and I have never seen her true face. This only chance is the poetry competition, but it's a pity that for so many years, there are very few people who can compete with Ling'er girl......"

Yan Nuo nodded in understanding, and then sat down in an inconspicuous corner and watched the changes.

"Everyone, be quiet."

At the spiral staircase, a woman with heavy makeup was slowly walking down from it.

Presumably this person is the main thing in this 'drunken life and dream death', Yan Nuo didn't expect that this old bustard-level character would be so young, and he really deserves to make people 'drunk and dream of death'.

"First of all, everyone understands the rules, but Jiao Niang still has to remind everyone that anyone who enters the 'drunken life and dreams of death' and does not abide by the rules will cut off their arms to set an example."

Jiao Niang said, the person was already standing on the stage covered with red carpet, speaking lightly, fighting with Yan Nuoyou.

Offstage, no one spoke, and there was silence.

Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows, this battle is majestic enough!

Raised the Liujin cup and gently swallowed a sip of bitter tea, it seems that he really has to try to compete with this Ling'er girl, and after victory, he can know the answer he wants to know.

Shaking his head, Yan Nuo sighed silently.

"The rules of the poetry match are still the same, and the winner of the three games wins the championship. Jiao Niang will no longer be verbose, and next, I will invite Miss Ling'er to appear. ”

Jiao Niang looked around, chuckled at the corners of her mouth, and announced to everyone that she had also walked off the stage.

When the words fell, there was a slight "smack" sound in the audience, and everyone was happy, and they all looked ready to go.

The candlelight is faint, the red silk slowly falls from the top of the hall, a white shadow, the light gauze masks, the woman grabs the red silk with one hand, and the other hand, holding the pipa lightly, slowly falling, the dark fragrance floats, revealing a sense of beauty of "still holding the pipa and half covering the face"!

Yan Nuo smacked his lips and raised his eyebrows, this appearance is very awesome.

There were no extra words, the woman directly plucked the strings with her hands, and her fingertips flew on the strings.

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. The warbler in the forest cries, the flowers are fragrant, and the throat is slow and the spring flows.

The sound of drunken beauty seems to bring people into this situation!

The cold string sound of the ice spring stopped abruptly, but at this time, silence was better than sound.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

Yan Nuo has always been ignorant of music and rhythm, and at this time, it is no exception, pursing his lips and glancing at Xizi on the side, that guy's expression is as if he is fascinated, his eyes are shining, and he has a "hungry" look, which makes Yan Nuo admire.

The VIP seats on the third floor, the attic elegant table, are not just money to sit in.

Jin Yu held her cheek raiser, looked at Jin Heng who was sitting opposite her, and seemed to say to herself:

"Ling'er's piano skills are still so exciting."

He was answered by the silence to which he had become accustomed. With a sigh, Jinyu once again raised her gaze to the lobby on the first floor.

As if he had found something, he chuckled:

"It's worthy of the person you fancie, no matter how you wear it, it looks good."

This sentence naturally made Jin Heng, who looked indifferent, hook the corners of his mouth slightly, and correct his Jin Yu's typo:

"The one I fancied, a very wild cat."