Empress Jinghua: The eunuch is nine thousand years old

Chapter 124
She recited it sentence by sentence, without a single sentence being wrong or missing, and there was never an unfamiliar pause. When the last word of the chapter was finished, the master of ceremonies gave a wonderful smile and praised: "Miss Bo is so talented, listen to this question again, Chapter 4 Second preface and fifth episode, Yongan."

Miss Bo laughed, and came with her mouth open: "Thoreau leans on her mother-in-law. The woman lives in Yong'an. She hears the rooster in the morning, and sleeps at night when she hears it. She is tied up in the way, and she gets it cheaply. The mother-in-law hates her widowed body like cotton seeds." , from Ling'e, sent in coquettishly, the woman is bitter and resentful, dare not speak..."

She spoke vividly and eloquently, even the young masters who have read the Four Treasures Tongjian couldn't help but look sideways, so many words, if you read them by heart, it is normal, and you can recite a few famous words. The contents are not uncommon, but if this Miss Bo can really memorize the entire book of Four Treasures in her mind verbatim, it is astonishing.

But there was an unbeliever, and a boy in brown clothes said loudly: "However, two chapters are not uncommon. If you say it's just luck, if Miss Bo can recite this chapter from me, I, Liu Somebody is convinced!"

"That's right." Miss Bo raised her eyebrows without a trace of timidity.

Mr. Liu coughed twice and opened his mouth, "Beedove!"

He deliberately didn't say the number of chapters and chapters, and only used two words to test, thinking that he could beat Miss Bo, so he couldn't help but feel complacent.

But the next moment, Miss Bo used her strength to stun him deeply.

"The bee-dove and the bee-dove have a large cage, and they gather the spring and summer dew. They hold it in their mouths and lead their nests and houses. They have flowers, feathers and spotted eyes, like exhausted butterflies hiding in wormholes, waiting for Zen time... ..."

Miss Bo's crisp voice echoed in everyone's ears, Mr. Liu, who had just kept saying that he was going to stump her, clasped his fists and sighed in admiration, and everyone came back to applaud.

Xia Zijin looked at it seriously, seeing that Miss Bo has an astonishing spirit at such a young age and is obsessed with reading, isn't she just like her cousin An Li?The more she watched, the more she felt that the two were very similar, and she naturally took note of Miss Bo.

Ms. Bo won 21 lotteries, not too many and not too many. At her age, she has such a talent, which has already left a good impression on the hearts of the young masters.

It is the second man's turn to attend. The son on stage is surnamed He. He is the third prince's wife and younger brother. He is a lieutenant general in the Imperial Forest Army in his early twenties this year. He is holding a red-tasseled short spear and posing in the center of the arena with great momentum. , the darker skin made him look quite strong.

"It's ugly!"

Before the words were finished, there was a shout, Young Master He stabilized his footing, his arms were firmly held in an instant, and he waved the red-tasseled short spear in his hand like a flying feather, and slashed into the air. He only heard a few rustles, and he jumped up. The short spear was in his hand as if it were one piece, and he swung it with all its strength.

His posture was so vigorous that he soared like a dragon, which attracted the applause of the crowd again and again, and he saw another big swing in the air. Mr. He swung his front gun and spun around his body to drive the airflow. , and played the trick of flying dragon in the sky vividly and delicately.

The young masters applauded and applauded one after another, while the ladies were mixed with joy and dislike, not only marveling at the majesty of Mr. Congratulations, but also disbelieving in such a martial artist, thinking that a martial artist is not as considerate as an ordinary man.

"Sister Zijin, look, this Mr. He is quite vigorous, but he looks like a keel, but he is a bit too fancy." Xia Ziyan thoughtfully.

Xia Zijin agreed with this statement. Although Mr. He was very good at juggling a red-tasseled spear, his movements were a bit exaggerated and fancy, which seemed to be a gimmick on purpose.

"I heard that he has been in love with Bamei for a long time, but Bamei is quite high-minded, so I'm afraid he might look down on him." Xia Zijin laughed, and turned to look at the eighth princess at the back table, and the eighth princess really looked sleepy Playing with the cattail fan in his hand lazily, he lacked interest in Mr. He's performance.

The two chatted for a few more words, and the performer in the arena had been replaced by the little princess of Prince Hou's family. This girl was above average in appearance, but she had a voice that even the lark could not match. She was only present A short piece of Zheng Qu was sung softly in the middle, and everyone was brought into a dreamlike and charming world. Accompanied by the konghou banxian playing slowly, it can be said that it is not enjoyable.

Afterwards, there were seven or eight people who performed separately. There were qin, flute, dancer and zither. Xia Zijin looked at the woman Liu Anli would like, so she also paid attention.

About half an hour later, suddenly there was a heated discussion on the field, Xia Zijin was sorting out his thoughts, when he looked over from this side, he realized that the person on the field had been replaced by Xia Ziqi.

She looked over and understood where the hot discussion came from.

I saw that Xia Ziqi put on a very unique dress in the field. The top was a dark purple water glossy silk singlet with narrow sleeves, which fit the curve of the body without any burden. The bottom was loose trousers, hanging down from the waist. The fabric is very soft.The clothes and trousers are all sewn with very fine soft gauze, which is different from the deep purple of the base color, and is a softer taro color. At a rough glance, there are hundreds of them.

"Hufu in the Western Regions?" Xia Zijin whispered, and couldn't help but arouse some interest in watching the show.

This kind of clothing is hard to see in Shangjing, because it was worn by a generation of women from the Western Regions when they performed dances, and it is loved by Western Region women for its lightness and elegance.

It is said that when women in the Western Regions dance, their waists and limbs swing like spirit snakes, and the tulle on the Hufu spreads along with it, making ripples. Women in the Western Regions are enthusiastic and unrestrained, and they are not limited to showing their exquisite and graceful limbs. The neckline of the jacket is lower. The snowy skin is white, and they often have silver bells tied around their ankles, dancing with the sound of tiger skin drums, which can be described as lively and fragrant.

Xia Ziqi's Hu suit should have been changed by a master from Shangjing. The neckline was raised a little, and the waistline was moved, so that the generally small and compact figures of women in Shangjing can also create a slender and straight effect.

"The fourth princess's clothes are so unique today, what skills do you want to show?" Someone in the banquet asked curiously.

"My princess's attire already speaks for itself. Today I will present a dance called Huan Sai." Xia Ziqi raised his eyebrows and smiled, looking from the corner of his eye at Rong Yu, who was sitting in the southeast, holding a cup of wine, and answered for everyone. , and even answered to Rongyu.

As soon as the voice fell, Xia Ziqi tried a color on the musicians who had been waiting on both sides earlier. It was different from the sound of Shangjing's rhythm wandering in the field. The snare drum, No.13 is blended into Tao Xun, the style of the music is very light, and it has a hazy feeling like gauze and moon.

I saw Xia Ziqi dancing with the music, her soft body twisting, turning more and more lightly like the wind, stepping on each drumbeat, the rhythm is just right, the trousers are dancing with a light arc, Drive the pearls to rustle, fingertips lightly twist and hook in the air, and touch the soft gauze hanging around the waist, overflowing the room with charm.

"What a dance of illusions. These four princesses are not barbarians. It is already very good to be able to dance like this."

A young man in green robes whetted his chin and praised, but Xia Ziqi was from Dalai after all, and he didn't have the glamorous temperament and soul-stirring essence of dancing like women from the Western Regions, but he danced a little more nimbly.

Looking at the figure still twirling with the music in the field, Xia Zijin had to admit that Xia Ziqi's dance was really good. It seemed that she really wasted a lot of effort in order to amaze everyone at the Huashi Banquet.

"Fourth sister is so brilliant today, I'm afraid it's hopeless..."

Xia Ziyan on the side was a little bit lost, and cautiously turned to Rong Yu, who was watching the dance with an obscure expression, feeling lost again.

Xia Zijin smiled and comforted her: "Sister Seven, why bother? After all, my sister got the top spot because of the crown prince. As long as the crown prince thinks that my sister is the top spot, does it matter what the real ranking is?"

She looked at Xia Ziqi in the field, and then at Rongyu. She had a little more speculation in her heart. She was afraid that Xia Ziqi practiced such an exotic dance specially for Bo Rongyu's attention.Since Rongyu is half of the blood of the Wuji Kingdom, he must have seen many dances of this style, but the tall and beautiful women of foreign races are completely different from the women in Shangjing dancing Hu dance. Such a collision, after all, is amazing .Secondly, women's performances are nothing more than piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is inevitable to get tired of watching it every year. This fresh dance will definitely attract everyone's attention.

What Rong Yu would think, Xia Ziqi didn't know, but what she knew was that Rong Yu had already hated Xia Ziqi so much that her efforts were probably in vain.

Xia Ziyan didn't have the insight into the current situation like Xia Zijin did, and she was relieved to hear her consolation. Looking at the stage again, Xia Ziqi had finished dancing to a song and had already left the stage. Turning his head, he gave Xia Zijin a provocative look.

"The fourth sister dances gracefully, and the younger sister is willing to bow down. According to Ziting, the fourth sister should be a well-deserved leader!" Xia Ziting smiled and praised her, and then graciously passed Xia Ziqi a cup of tea, "Sister, look at the scene just now. No one in the crowd is amazed, I am afraid that the fourth sister's jump, others will not dare to step forward to compare."

Xia Ziqi took the tea and took a sip. Although she didn't answer, she was full of approval.

Xia Ziting's voice is not loud, but the ladies who are close can hear it clearly. In Japan, there is news that Xia Ziqi is claiming to be the princess of the King Rong in the Jinluan Palace. With a bit of contempt, and seeing Xia Ziqi being so rampant, they each had different thoughts.

"The next one is Prince Rong Rong Yu!"

When the master of ceremonies announced, all the ladies in the venue jumped up for joy. That Rong Yu had such an extraordinary appearance, and also possessed the evil spirit and wild beauty of the Western Regions that no man in Shangjing had ever had, so the performance must be different from others.

Rong Yu patted the dust on his knees, stood up quickly, and a pair of falcon-like unruly blue eyes swept over Xia Zijin faintly, and walked onto the field with a smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)