romantic flower

() Sometimes, people are pushed forward by the situation; sometimes, the situation also moves because of people.

Song Yi, who was blindfolded by blood under the sun, could not see the prosperity of Bianzhou City at this moment, and the excitement of the Oiran Competition.

The painted boat is like a high platform, and the red card is like a famous actor.People with high status watched the show on the stage, while those with lower status could only watch from a distance by the river bank, shouting and cheering, happy and poor.

Different horizons determine different heights...

In fact, Yuguduo's figure and appearance are very good, and she is considered a leader in this Bianzhou city. Before Du Qingyan became popular, she was already a red card in Mingyue Tower; It deservedly became the top card of Mingyue Building.

Yu Guduo twisted her flexible waist on the painting boat, her body swayed like a willow in the wind, her wide sleeves fluttered, and she danced gracefully to the sound of the zither.

When the head is raised, the breasts wrapped under the clothes stand proudly and proudly; Amorous but not flattering.

Among the aristocratic scholars watching, Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly, as if he was overwhelmed by Yu Guduo's dancing posture, and fell into the rhythm of the piano and se, his eyes were slightly blurred and he said to Wang Su beside him, "Brother Wang... , what do you think of the girl Yuguduo from Mingyue Tower?"

"Compared to the girl named Zhu Xiaoxiao in the flower shop before, she is a little less feminine and a little more strong." Wang Su, who was disguised as a man, said lightly after pondering.

Still dressed as before, still with the same partner, Wang Su always feels a little less comfortable sitting here!

Just when Wang Su finished commenting, Yu Guduo, who was dancing gracefully on the stage, had already finished a song, and the sound of the zither stopped just right.Before Yu Guduo retreated into the background after the formal ceremony, the poor scholars and civilians who were watching under the painting boat burst into applause. For a while, some people threw things like wild flowers they had collected on the painting boat, and some even threw own clothing.

But no matter how loud their voices are, they cannot decide Yuguduo's ranking in this oiran competition.Because those who can make the decision are all sitting in the guest seats on the painting boat at the moment.Among them, including a few people in the Jiangcheng circle, actually have the right to comment, and finally determine the qualifications for the title of Oiran in Bianzhou City. An old man with a white beard and hair in the most central position in the guest seat is the real deal. After retiring from the Guozijian, the famous figure in the country, the master of scholars, Shen Zhinan.

After Yuguduo finished dancing, he passed some notes from the crowd to Shen Zhinan's position one after another, and finally handed it over to him and the other two senior Confucian scholars in Bianzhou City beside him to make a decision.

At this time, the next person walked out from the backstage.As soon as this person came out, the whole venue became noisy and noisy, and even many people who were already on the guest seats from various circles on the boat started to stir up. The noise was suppressed a little.

Wang Su also sighed slightly and said to Jiang Cheng beside him, "In terms of appearance and elegance, she is actually slightly better than the Du Qingyan I have seen. I don't know, the final result..."

"I support Master Ning!" Jiang Cheng said to Wang Su with a meaningful smile, emphasizing his position, and didn't care at all whether Wang Su felt that he was sitting on the commentary table with biased thoughts.

On the stage, Huang Ying was still wearing a plain long dress, she seemed to have put on some light makeup, and she seemed to be more youthful, but there was an invisible cloud of smoke between her eyebrows and eyes.

After bowing to everyone, Huang Ying sat in front of the guqin in person.

Everyone on the field began to calm down, waiting for her performance.

The sound of ding-dong suddenly sounded like a clear spring winding around an empty valley, and then there was a gurgling small bridge and flowing water. Huang Ying's graceful fingers stirred the strings, instantly bringing people into an ethereal atmosphere. From her cherry red mouth, a light voice like a yellow warbler in the empty valley wafted out of her mouth.

"Wuyan went up to the west building alone...the moon is like a hook!"

Cherry lips parted slightly, and when the voice came out, everyone was shocked!

"The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard and the autumn is...the constant cutting, the reasoning is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation..."

Huang Ying's voice is really as wonderful as the sounds of nature, especially at this moment, there is a touch of weakness and sadness between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel a desolate and sad feeling permeating their hearts instantly.

Wang Su's eyes lit up instantly, he opened his mouth, and murmured after a while, "She... actually sang the lyrics written by Song Yi to participate in the Oiran Contest!"

Jiang Cheng was also slightly surprised. The song "Wu Ye Cry" had long been spread throughout Bianzhou, accompanied by Song Yi's talent. Zizi and the others were actually caught in a kind of frantic speculation about Song Yi, unable to tell what kind of person he was.

But at this moment, it seemed that through Huang Ying's wonderful voice and this wonderful poem, everyone was drawn back to their admiration for Song Yi.At any time, talented people can always captivate many people, not to mention under the exaggeration of Huang Ying's natural voice.

"Huang Ying sings really well...good words..."

"I feel like crying..."

"Is this poem really made by the murderer?"

In the crowd, some people couldn't help talking in a low voice.Under the background, Ning Shishi, who was wearing a suit showing a small waist, listened to the wonderful voice in his ears, and his expression was complicated...

The oiran contest in Bianzhou City seems to have entered the most exciting moment; and thirty miles outside Bianzhou City, a government team led by Liu Canyuan inquired about a person along the way; Eighty miles to the west, in Qingmu Village, a bloody battle is taking place at this moment.

The wind and smoke drifted, the sound of fighting soared into the sky, blood spattered from time to time, and there were screams...

Song Yi's eyes were covered with blood, and a bandit from Qingmu Village took advantage of this opportunity to raise the machete in his hand and cut it towards Song Yi's shoulder, while Song Yi shook his head and reached out to touch it. With the blood on his face, he was about to regain his sight, but he didn't know that the blade was close at hand.

The moment Song Yi saw it, the blade had arrived!Shocked, Song Yi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and punched out hard.

"call out..."

At this time, Song Yi only felt a hot tingling pain from his ear, as if something was scratching past his ear, and then he heard the sound of metal and iron clashing in his ear again, The shock made the eardrums ache.

For a moment, there was no pain from the blade piercing into the flesh, and Song Yi's blood-for-blood punch also landed in the empty space.He opened his eyes in surprise, only to find that the man who was slashing at him with a knife was staggering back.

Song Yidun raised the knife in time, and chopped down with the knife in his hand.

puff!The sound of a blunt knife piercing the flesh was heard instantly. After Song Yi slashed the man with a knife, he kicked the man away heavily, and then he drew his knife and looked behind him.

The flying sword girl stood not far away, raised her willow eyebrows arrogantly at Song Yi, her immature face seemed to say that you owe my life.

Song Yi arched his hands towards her, showing a grateful expression, then turned around and killed the remaining bandits.

At the foot of the mountain, Niu Erhu guarded Tang Feng wonderingly, and suddenly saw Fengyan on the hill, touched his funny head and muttered, "Then what's going on up there, why is there so much fire and smoke... "

"Uuuuuuuuu..." Tang Feng, the young master of the Tang family who had his mouth sealed, seemed to want to say something, but because of the silence, he could only make such a sound.

"You want to talk? But Mr. Song won't let the Sa family let you go, only let the Sa family keep a close eye on you!" Niu Erhu said to Tang Feng.

"Wooooow..." Tang Feng hummed again at Niu Erhu.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Um..."

"Fucking uncle, I'll see what you have to say! Anyway, Mr. Song didn't say that you won't be allowed to speak." Niu Erhu struggled for a while, then patted his funny head, walked over to reveal Open the cloth ball that Tang Feng said.

Tang Feng took a few breaths violently, and then said loudly, "You arrested me just to coerce my father to suppress the bandits. Let me go...I will definitely help you!"

"I don't believe you..." Niu Erhu said firmly, poking his neck.

"Really! Look at the smoke billowing from the mountain. At this time, there must be a big change in Qingmu Village. If there is no one to help Mr. Song at this time, he might... be in trouble At this time, if I ask my father's people to help him, I will definitely be able to help him!" Tang Feng, the young master of the Tang family, said seriously with his eyes wide open.

When Niu Erhu heard Tang Feng's words, he began to hesitate.

At this moment, the chaotic range of Qingmu Village began to gradually shrink, and the frightened horses had already scattered to nowhere.Those who resisted and escaped, a small number of dead or injured, most of them took advantage of the chaos and fled down the mountain, while Ran Donglai led a group of core gangsters in Qingmu Village, and began to gather dozens of people under the firelight Clean up the messy situation.

Song Yi and Feijian girl had just cooperated with a few young and strong men who were captured by the bandits in Qingmu Village to settle down a small group of bandits...

A slight smile appeared on the expressions of the two of them, and the others also started to laugh, and suddenly felt a majestic murderous aura sweeping towards them.Turning his head to look, he saw dozens of heads in the dark, and dozens of murderous bandits, holding murderous weapons in their hands, surrounded Song Yi and the others.

Song Yi felt that the air under the sun was suddenly cold.