Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1113 End
With the last sound, Ying Baoyue let go of the drumstick in her hand, looked at the zither that she had re-stringed in front of her, and a hearty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She didn't say anything because she had played everything she wanted to say.

The world returned to complete silence.

The girl on the stage stood up neatly, but the people below the stage couldn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until Ying Baoyue put the zither into the piano bag and carried it on his back, and was about to go down the stairs, that the people reacted.

Ying Baoyue took the first step down the wooden steps, and a gust of wind and waves blew the broken hair on her face, but it was not the wind blowing from the forest.

Ying Baoyue raised her head while supporting the railing of the stairs, and at this moment, the waves of people's clapping of palms engulfed her.

There was thunderous applause.

Some people who had slandered her before lowered their heads, some people still had contempt and disbelief on their faces, but their hands moved unconsciously, some women had tears in their eyes, clapping their hands with tears in their eyes, some children Not understanding why the adults around reacted like this, they tilted their heads and clapped their hands innocently, as if they regarded it as a fun game.

Ying Baoyue stood at the entrance of the stairs, staring blankly at the people below the stage.

This is the first time she has been greeted like this.

The applause was like a gust of wind and rain, and it lasted for a long time.

Most of the practitioners' faces are still a little uncomfortable, but the way for the common people to express their love is much more direct.

Countless people's gazes were focused on her face, and the crowd below was surging. Ying Baoyue only felt that all the clothes on her body were about to be spotted by the eyes of the people.

"His Royal Highness! Great song!"

"What's your name, Your Royal Highness? He is also a junior leader, okay? Leader Ying, are you interested in going to my restaurant to rest for a while? By the way, I will point out the songs of everyone in the little old man's family! Just a little bit!"

"Bah! That dilapidated restaurant of yours is ashamed to ask the leader to move away, or come to the aunt's house, and the aunt will cook chicken for Her Royal Highness tonight!"

"Win the leader! Your Royal Highness! Look here, go to my house!"

……

Countless voices resounded in the crowd, the crowd was surging, the people blushed, and they squeezed towards the stands while talking, and many people stretched out their hands from the crowd, wanting to touch Ying Bao who came down from above. Yue and her kite were so frightened that Ying Baoyue stood at the top of the stairs and dared not come down.

"This... what is this? Go to aunt's house to eat boiled eggs?"

Chen Zichu watched this scene dumbfounded while being pushed and shoved by the crowd in the audience.

"I've heard that chicken is the best tonic for the people," Ji Jiashu stood aside and smiled, looking at the enthusiastic people in front of him, he let out a breath slowly.

It turns out that this is the people.

In the eyes of many aristocratic families, this group of people is called troublemakers and untouchables.It's best to manipulate, poor and ugly, stupid and blind, once used by others to become a mob is as annoying as locusts.

Ji Jiashu had heard such a statement more than once from the family's mouth since he was a child.

When the common people attacked Ying Baoyue collectively before, it was not that Ji Jiashu had never been angry or hated these people.

However, only at this time did he understand what the people in Ying Baoyue's eyes looked like.

They can be the scariest people or the cutest.

"Win the leader! Look this way!"

The girl standing at the top of the stairs with her kite on her back looked a little surprised, but she wasn't bored at all. She just looked at the crowded crowd in distress.

"Okay, don't watch the excitement, I haven't found someone to pick her up yet," Jiang Yuanyuan said with a wry smile, "I don't know how she got down."

Ji Jiashu was stunned, and found that this was really the case. Seeing Ying Baoyue standing on the top of the stairs and tentatively stretching out his feet, but was shocked by the more excited people in the audience, he couldn't laugh or cry.

This is probably the first practitioner in the history of the Six Arts War who was unable to get off the stage because he played too well.

"I'll go," he straightened his clothes, and was about to step out of the crowd, but was held back.

"Chunhua, are you stupid?" Chen Zichu looked at him speechlessly, "Can you see the eyes of those big girls and daughters-in-law glued to you? Isn't the scene even more chaotic when you go?"

It's like a meat bun beating a dog, and there is one more person the common people want to touch.

Ji Jiashu was stunned, "Then what should we do?"

Chen Zichu and Zhao Guang looked at the man standing beside him with cold eyes and a mask that made people retreat three feet away.

Li Ji's black eyes quietly turned from the mask, glanced at a group of teenagers staring at him with burning eyes behind him, and frowned inside the mask, "Am I going?"

Zhao Guang patted him heavily on the shoulder, "Second brother, don't you think you are the most suitable?"

Although the common people were also very curious about Li Ji, no one dared to approach him.

Although Zhao Guang knew that taking off the mask would probably drive people completely crazy, but if no one could see his face, no one would want to approach him.

Unfortunately, this is probably a problem called affinity.

Li Ji's eyes flicked over Ji Jiashu's slightly pursed lips, caught the voice in his ear, and said lightly, "There should be no one to pick it up."

"After all, the next match will be even more difficult."

The teenagers were taken aback when they heard the words, and at this moment, there were reprimands from the imperial army and ceremony officials from the audience.The imperial guards who had been guarding the surrounding area to maintain order finally arrived, and their reaction was slow because they had just woken up from the music.

"Yeah, this isn't the last game."

Chen Zichu wiped off his cold sweat, "I almost thought the competition was over."

The atmosphere of the common people made everyone think that the Six Arts Competition was over, but they forgot that the Six Arts Competition was still in the middle of the competition, and there were still practitioners to play next.

Then the imperial army had to come out to maintain order, otherwise the next players would not be able to play.

"However, how can this match be compared to the next one?" Chen Zichu looked at the crowd driven away by the imperial army, and gave a sympathetic glance at Murong Feixing who was stunned on the stage.

After Ying Baoyue showed such exquisite skills, no matter what other six skills were displayed later, I am afraid it would be just tasteless.

Chen Zichu had a feeling that after the girl's performance on the stage ended, the battle of the six arts might be completely over.

In this battle of six arts, her appearance on stage was the beginning of the climax, and her resignation was the end of the climax.

Under the support of the imperial guards, the people began to retreat, but because the crowd was too crowded, a little girl suddenly fell out of the crowd while retreating.

"Second girl!"

A woman's cry resounded sharply from the crowd, but the surroundings were too noisy, and many people didn't hear it.

Ying Baoyue on the stage heard it. She was standing at the top of the stairs and rushed down the stairs, but just when she stepped on the last step, she stopped.

Because there was a hand that helped the little girl on the ground.

(End of this chapter)