How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 46
"I attended?"

After Murong Jingyan said it silently, she quietly removed Zhu Huan'an's hand.

"Senior brother, you have a big heart. When is the time, you are still in the mood to make such a joke."

Zhu Huan'an shrugged, with a calm face: "I never joked."

Pointing to the women in that row, Zhu Huanan tilted his head and continued to whisper:

"In terms of beauty, they can't compare to you. Think about it, after you win the top spot, you will not only be able to meet the old lady of the Jiang family, but also the mysterious treasure."

"It can be said to be beneficial without any harm."

Murong Jingyan quickly waved her hands when she heard the words:

"No, no, no, it's a bad compliment."

"This is just a filter for my brother, I'm just average, and I don't even know how to get on stage!! Hurry up and find another way."

Zhu Huan'an showed doubts: "Filter? What is a filter?"

"It's just... hey, that's not the point. Anyway, even if I get in, I can win without saying anything. If it's that easy, what kind of conference should I hold... right?"

Seeing Murong Jingyan receding further and further away while speaking, Zhu Huan'an did not let go easily, but explained with rare patience:
"Don't worry."

"Jiu Le Fang is different from other places. It is a music hall rather than a theater, and you don't need to really know how to sing."

Murong Jingyan really wanted to cover her ears, how could she be forced to go on stage to die in another world.

Especially when she saw those women with heavy makeup not far away, Murong Jingyan yelled for help, it's fine if she can't look like this, if she still puts on makeup, it's really better to kill a straight man like herself.

"Most people in Yazhou are the descendants of refugees and criminals. They don't listen to Dayan's plays here, let alone perform Dayan's scripts. Instead, they form their own line, that is opera singing."

"…listen."

At this moment, applause broke out outside the band.

Suddenly, a loud and clear singing came, and the voice was faint. It was a dignified woman who was singing with her sleeves raised.

Zhu Huan'an walked up to Murong Jingyan, nodded and said:
"This should be "Under the Maple to the Silver Tower" written by Zhongzhou literary sage Tan Dian 100 years ago. It is a rare good word in the past [-] years. Now it has been adapted into a song by this girl, but it has a special flavor?"

Murong Jingyan didn't respond, but there were question marks in her heart.

This,
Isn't this just singing?

And even though this woman sang with an opera accent, and her movements were well controlled, it could still be seen that she was not an actor, and she seemed to be called something by the woman in Houtai.

What city tofu Xishi.

Zhu Huan'an also discovered this, and continued to encourage:
"There are no operas in Yazhou, and I am afraid that only Senior Jiang has practiced real operas in Xuancheng. In addition, he did not perform the history of Dayan, so it is to this extent."

"As long as you have a good voice and a good skin, it's not difficult to stand out."

"How about it, give it a try." Zhu Huan'an raised his elbow and complained.

Murong Jingyan wiped her sweat through the mask, but she still couldn't pass the test in her heart.

Besides, this woman has chosen the lyrics for singing and reforming early on. Although it doesn't sound very ear-washing, it can be regarded as careful preparation. Why go up and sing by herself?
I listen to hip-hop, bro.

Just when Zhu Huan'an kept bewitching, accompanied by a burst of footsteps, a piercing voice suddenly sounded:

"yo~"

"Mengjiang thought Mr. Zhu was so tall that he didn't bother to come to this place~"

I saw a graceful woman coming, it was Ye Mengjiang.

Changing into a brocade dress, Ye Mengjiang, who has added a skirt, looks even more feminine at the moment, with a charming posture every step of the way. If you don't know the details, it's hard to imagine that she is a guardian.

Ye Mengjiang went straight to the two of them. She was tall, bowed her head and said:

"Why, Mr. Zhu is such a genius, wouldn't he also want to bring Junior Sister Ling here to try his luck and grab my chance?"

Zhu Huan'an looked cold, glanced at Ye Mengjiang's curvy figure and said, "Your chance?"

"Since when did the Department of Health be reduced to looking for opportunities in Lefang?"

"Hehe..." Ye Mengjiang raised her eyebrows, she was overjoyed to be sized up by Zhu Huan'an.

It seems that this guy is not a log either.

Ye Mengjiang looked at Murong Jingyan with a bad look, and a provocative smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Junior Sister, this band meeting is not a place for you to take pride in your beauty, and Sister Mibao advises you not to think about it, otherwise..."

She paused, stepped forward and put her head on Murong Jingyan's mask, and said playfully:

"He was born so beautiful, wouldn't it be a pity not to take off the mask?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth, making people laugh in a bewildering way. Finally, Hua Zhi patted Zhu Huan'an's shoulder tremblingly, and walked towards the stage, wiping away her tears.

Zhu Huan'an turned his head to look at Ye Mengjiang's leaving figure, frowned and said, "Crazy woman."

"By the way, what I just said..."

"Row."

Murong Jingyan opened his mouth suddenly, recalling Ye Mengjiang's words just now, he suddenly became interested in this secret treasure of Jiulefang.

"I was afraid of embarrassment at first, but if you can even get in with your old friend, senior brother, I suddenly feel that I have a great chance of winning."

"Nice and ambitious."

"Huh? What's your old friend?"

Zhu Huan'an turned around and found that Murong Jingyan had already walked towards those curtains. At this moment, most of the women had finished their grooming, and they all lifted their skirts and went to the stage to form a long queue.

From a rough look, there are about 20 people.

And the servants at the curtain are also packing up the tables, preparing to go upstairs to watch the ceremony.

Murong Jingyan came to a remote corner and asked a girl who was cleaning the table: "Sister, is there still time to repair your appearance and participate in the meeting?"

The girl looked up and was startled when she saw a gloomy mask.

Immediately, she showed an apologetic expression, bent down and said, "I'm afraid that's the end of today, the sisters who just came here to repair their appearance were all approved by the boss, and A Cui also..."

pass the eye?

There is still an audition for this conference?
Murong Jingyan thought for a while, then gently took off the mask, and asked, "Can I?"

A Cui, who had already buried her head in her work, raised her head again when she heard the words, and the wooden box in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and she was stunned.

"You and I…"

Murong Jingyan picked up the wooden box full of rouge for her, and asked softly: "It's okay, just draw it casually, the picture is just a powder."

When Murong Jingyan got so close, A Cui was also awakened by the fresh fragrance of flowers on her body, and hurriedly leaned over and said:

"Miss, please sit down!"

Murong Jingyan let out a long breath and sat cross-legged.

The bronze mirror in front of him was round, reflecting a flawless face, dark clouds piled on the temples, the skin was like fat, and the eyelashes were so fine and flawless.

While A Cui took the makeup brush from the wooden box, she fell into this beauty and couldn't extricate herself.

"Huh? Ah Cui, why are you not moving?" Murong Jingyan asked suspiciously.

At this moment, A Cui is holding the eyebrow pencil, but she doesn't know how to start it. Although she is young, she can be called a little master, but she always feels that any stroke of her hand will destroy this extremely harmonious face.

Forget it, put on rouge first.

She took out a small rouge box, the box was brown and antique.

"Girl, this rouge is a gift from my master."

"Name: Phoenix Yu Fei"

"The rouge is thick, dipped in silk brocade and applied to the eye sockets, it will definitely not cover up the beauty of the young lady, and only this rouge is suitable for it..."

Listening to A Cui's beaming introduction, Murong Jingyan just closed her eyes, thinking that big stars, both male and female, have to put on makeup before going on stage, which is nothing.

"Okay, then paint!"

At the same time, at the front of the stands on the second floor, a young man with short hair was looking around with his legs crossed:
"No, what about those two people, why don't I go down and have a look."

Among the countless chairs in the square, an unremarkable old man kept wiping his hands with a handkerchief, his eyes puzzled:

"The young master said he wanted to meet, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

　Thank you [Scholarly Genius] for your reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)