Gu Xiaobai's appearance immediately made the backstage panic.

"Xiaobai, why are you here?"

"Sit down, sit down, sit down......"

"Look at you, your voice is hoarse, and you have to go on stage, you should go back and rest quickly......"

"You don't have to worry about it today, let's go back quickly......"

"yes, it's still us today!"

Yes, Gu Xiaobai's voice was hoarse, and at this moment, he was a little reluctant to stand there, his face was a little abnormally flushed, and beside him, Jiang Wei helped him hold the hanging bottle.

Finally, Gu Xiaobai still couldn't hold on, so he had to go to the hanging bottle.

Seeing Gu Xiaobai's appearance, whether it was Cai Jie who was organizing now, or Fu Wenyao, who was about to play, they were all very distressed.

It's a pity that these singers who came today are really palace-level singers at the level of the Korean national team, and they are really not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Not to mention Fu Wenyao and these young people, even if Fu Han, Feng and them came, they didn't dare to say that they could stop it.

If it weren't for today's situation, it would not be easy to hear them sing live.

Thinking of this, Zeng Yizhong couldn't help but grit his teeth.

This damn Kim Dong-hwan has made things so complicated, and now neither he nor Zeng Yizhong can afford to retreat half a step.

It's not just about winning or losing a college student exchange show.

"No, I'm already here. Gu Xiaobai shook his head.

Since he has come, he will not go again.

However, he can't go on stage now, at least he has to wait for a more stable situation, next to Jiang Wei looked at the water level in the hanging bottle is just over half, and there are two hanging bottles of the same size in his hand, these are all finished, it is estimated that it is also the end of the performance.

"Xiaobai, have you thought about what you want to sing today?" Fu Wenyao helped Jiang Wei help Gu Xiaobai sit down and asked in a low voice.

"If you haven't thought about it yet, if you really can't do it, just sing "Champion Overture"......" Gu Xiaobai said.

"You look like this, and you plan to dance the knife dance?"

"Otherwise, what should I do?" Gu Xiaobai looked in the other direction of the backstage, and when he came in just now, he had already seen dozens of Korean female dancers, as well as the shiny short knives in their hands.

Korean Knife Dance!

Gu Xiaobai is unhappy!

Very unpleasant!

In front of Lao Tzu's knife dance, who dares to call himself a knife dance?!

On the other side of the backstage, Gu Xiaobai also saw a few small drums.

That's the so-called Seven Inspiration Items!

If it is said that the knife dance just makes Gu Xiaobai feel uncomfortable, and wants to teach them a hard lesson.

These seven encouragements are poking Gu Xiaobai's heart, so that Gu Xiaobai has the heart to kill.

The moment he saw the drum, the blind uncle's face involuntarily appeared in front of Gu Xiaobai again.

Although Gu Xiaobai has let go and will no longer be sad at every turn, this will always be a scar that he does not want to be touched.

"Green Silk", Blind Uncle, Liujian Inspiration......

This is the most untouchable forbidden area in Gu Xiaobai's heart.

"Xiaobai, you really can't jump today. Jiang Wei shook his head, "Your current body, it's good to be able to sing on stage!"

Still bouncing on stage? Do you really think you're iron?

Gu Xiaobai shook his head and became groggy again.

He stared at the singing and dancing props in a daze, and muttered, "I'm going to write a song, I'm going to write a super powerful song, I'm going to scare them bastards to death...... Scared them to death......"

He ...... Can you really go on stage?" Fu Wenyao looked at Gu Xiaobai's muttering appearance, obviously burnt up, and was extremely helpless.

Just like you, you can't even stand still, and you still have to write songs?

This kid, it's really not worrying...... If only I could be more powerful......

"Alas...... Let him rest for a while. Jiang Wei found a piece of clothing for Gu Xiaobai to cover his body, let him lean on his shoulder, and try to make him comfortable.

Gu Xiaobai leaned on Jiang Wei's side, drowsy, and in a daze, there was a faint sound of music, as if the performance in front of him had begun.

He wanted to open his eyes to see the scene but couldn't, and he struggled between half dreaming and half waking up, and finally opened his eyes.

Then I saw a familiar face in front of me.

"Go sick, go sick, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so unenergetic? Hurry up, it's your turn!"

Gu Xiaobai froze and didn't react for a moment.

It took a few seconds for him to see who the face in front of him was.

Liu Che?

"What's my turn?" Gu Xiaobai looked around blankly and found that he was on a high platform, in the palace, the palace lights were hanging high, and the plans were staggered.

"Write poetry, it's your turn to compose poetry!" Drink and pick up poetry......" Liu Che looked at him suspiciously, "Go sick, why is your face so red? Isn't it that you drank too much?"

"Champion Hou only drank three glasses, isn't the amount of alcohol so unbearable?" There was someone next to him who laughed, and then he was glared back by Liu Che, and he could only smile.

How much alcohol Huo Quai's drinking, doesn't Liu Che know yet?

Next to him, a big hand reached over, touched Gu Xiaobai's forehead, and exclaimed, "Oops, it's so hot!"

But it was Wei Qing, he frowned and said, "What's the matter? I saw you dancing with the music just now......

I was still alive just now, why did I suddenly get sick?

Gu Xiaobai reached out and touched his forehead, and sure enough, it was also very hot.

I...... Is this dreaming, or is it back to the Han Dynasty, but still sick?

Gu Xiaobai was a little indistinguishable for a while.

I don't know if this illness is also a disease in this body, or a projection of my own consciousness, but it is probably more likely to be the latter.

"The imperial doctor ordered, and also invited a wonderful hand to help go to the disease for consultation. Liu Che looked at a white-bearded old man with a lower head, the old man walked to Gu Xiaobai's side, looked at his face, and helped him take his pulse for a while, and said: "The champion Hou should be suffering from the wind and cold, he should go back to bed rest, and I will order someone to decoct the medicine and send it to the house later......"

"Come on, send my champion Hou back to rest!" Liu Che immediately beckoned someone over.

"I don't want to go back......" Gu Xiaobai shook off the few hands that came to support him next to him, why did you all let me go back!

Let me go back when I'm awake, and let me go back when I'm asleep!

I'm going on stage, but I don't know what song to sing yet!

"Go to the sick, don't be petty, go back and rest quickly, so that you can get better. Wei Qing also persuaded beside him.

"Don't, I want to write a song......" Gu Xiaobai said.

"Write...... Song?"

"It's just writing lyrics, I'm going to fight with people tomorrow......" Gu Xiaobai could only talk nonsense, and then frowned and thought hard.

It's a pity that his head is so groggy now that he can't think of anything.

"Singing lyrics, what's so difficult about this?" Liu Che waved his hand, what are you afraid of, I will support you!

"Come, come, let's drink and compose poems, and write a poem for my Yao, I'll come first...... Well, there it is!"

"Spring Day and Night Banquet in the Han Palace......" Liu Che raised his hand, drank all the wine in the cup, and stretched out his hand to point downward, which of you will pick it up?

King Liang, who was sitting at the bottom of the house, smiled slightly and said, "I'll come...... Who sings and dances on the high platform...... General?"

Wei Qing raised his glass, glanced at Huo Qubing beside him, and said, "Scattered three glasses of wine are slightly drunk...... Prime Minister?"

Bai Liang listened carefully. The prime minister stretched out his hand and pointed at Huo Quai, smiled, and then looked down, "Imperial Doctor?"

Doctor Yu Shi raised his glass and frowned, he was a little drunk now, and he couldn't think of it for a while, but when he looked up, he saw that Wei Qing was worriedly reaching out to test the temperature of Gu Xiaobai's forehead, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "General Wei stroked me." ”

After saying this, he happened to arrive at the Taiyi Ling, who looked at Gu Xiaobai, stroked his beard and smiled: "The moon is bright and the wind is high, so it is good to go to the sick......

"Okay!" As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately applauded.

In fact, in this sentence, Huo Quzhi's name is also used.

Liu Che was the happiest, and he couldn't wait to slap the table to reward him.

Yes, yes, my family is going to get sick, and I'm going to get sick soon!

At this time, he came to Taichang again, and he muttered slightly: "Wait until tomorrow and sunrise......"

Before others could speak, Liu Che took it over by himself.

"Poetry into a feast, let's go on the expedition!"

"Okay! Champion Hou wins all battles!"

"Whether it's a battlefield or a poem, you will win tomorrow!"

Gu Xiaobai was lying beside Wei Qing, his head was getting more and more dizzy, he couldn't resist anymore, and closed his eyes again.

In the darkness, he felt that Wei Qing was gently patting his back and humming a song softly, which seemed to be the military song that he used to make Wei Qing sleep every day when he was a child.

Liu Che also walked over and gently stroked the top of his head: "Go sick, go sick, get better quickly, and go out tomorrow......"

(Note: One person and one sentence after poem, called Bailiang style, is the originator of the modern seven words, which began with Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.) ）