The enchanting master is very charming

Chapter 227 Flower Love Butterfly

"Murong Zhen, who will play in the second round?" Xiangnan Wang, whose nose was bruised and face swollen from the beating in Yu Nanguo's tent, asked in a flat tone.

In the second round of literary competition, whether it is poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy or painting, or any item that belongs to the category of literature and art, you can choose it as your own project. I am not afraid that each country has its own strengths and it is difficult to choose. With the applause of the audience Cheers are the benchmark, and several referees jointly decide to eliminate the worst team, and the remaining three teams will advance to the final comprehensive competition.

This time Murong Zhen selected two women in the team, Li Yanlong and Zhu Zhenzhen, Li Yanlong is good at piano, Zhu Zhenzhen knows embroidery, originally Murong Lie could also participate, after all, refining medicine is also classified as literature and art, however, Considering Zhu Zhenzhen's family background and her urgent need for an opportunity to change her life, she finally chose Zhu Zhenzhen, while Murong Lie could be placed in the last item.

Hearing her decision, Li Yanlong smiled delicately, while Zhu Zhenzhen was so excited that tears filled her eyes. She knew that she was not so good that she had to be her. She walked out of the lowest opportunity. She was not afraid of poverty or suffering, but she was afraid of the powerlessness of relatives who gradually disappeared due to poverty and suffering. She watched her father die because of lack of money to seek medical treatment. The only family member she had left, she wanted to treat her better. At the very least, she would have money to treat her when she was sick, and food to eat when she was hungry.

"Thank you!" In the end, she just said these two words, which were of little value but meant a lot to her.

"What I want is not to thank you but to do my best!" Murong Zhen glanced at her and said coldly.

Zhu Zhenzhen laughed because of this, and said seriously and firmly: "I will not lose!"

This is what Murong Zhen wants, it doesn't matter if they win or not, as long as they don't come last, they won't lose!

No one objected to her decision, preparing for the battle, treating the wounded, waiting for the gong that announced the start of the war.

"Wen Zhan, start!" With a bang, the ceremony official announced loudly.Four teams, a total of twelve people, stand in line on the field.

In the first round of the promotion of the Four Kingdoms, Amaterasu Country, Liuli Country, Yunxi Country and Yu Nanguo, Murong Zhen glanced at them curiously, and then slammed into a pair of playful eyes, as if she was waiting for her to be stupid at this moment. The guy on the bench, the myth of Amaterasu Kingdom—the Prince of Yuan and Qing, Dragon King Po.

Murong Zhen frowned, turned her head instinctively, but heard a brisk laughter, extremely happy.

Rolling her eyes, Murong Zhen restrained herself from turning her head to stare at him, this legendary myth has become a ruffian in front of her, as expected, the legend cannot be believed.

At this time, the waiters are distributing a piece of paper to each of them, asking them to write their names and the projects they want to participate in on the paper.

Murong Zhen stared at the piece of paper that was only the size of a business card, imagining the possibility of writing the words Murong Zhen and Blow Xiao with a brush.

"Boss, what are you doing in a daze? It's your turn to write!" Beside her, Li Yanlong who saw her in a daze quickly pushed her and said.

Murong Zhen regained consciousness, and glanced at the note in her hand, Li Yanlong, playing the piano, five words, chic and elegant, really good-looking, so, together with Lai Pi's temper, he stuffed the note in her hand, " You help me write it, Murong Zhen, blow the flute!"

Although Li Yanlong didn't understand what she meant, he took her paper with a smile and wrote it seriously.

"Yanlong, help me write one too!" Zhu Zhenzhen grabbed the paper and said nervously, "You write so beautifully!" Her family was poor and she was busy making ends meet, so learning to write became a luxury. Her home was near the school, and every day, when she came back from the market and passed the school, she would stand there and listen for a while.One day, the elegant master taught her how to write her name.

"You guys, you're so lazy!" Unaware of the two's thoughts, Li Yanlong teased and took her paper, and also helped to write it seriously, and just handed it to the waiter who came to collect it.

Murong Zhen caressed the white jade flute in her hand, thinking whether she needed to practice her handwriting, she couldn't keep writing dog crawling.

"The first contestant: Tantai Ye of the Liuli Kingdom, the entry, dance!"

After retreating to their respective teams, the singing officer walked to the center of the arena and announced loudly according to the result of the referee's lottery.

In Liuli Country, Murong Zhen frowned, expressing her distaste for this country, but she never forgot that Nalan Youdie came from that country.

Who is Tantaiye?

Tantai Yeqian, who had already changed into a red dance dress, walked to the center of the arena. The red veil covered her face, leaving only a pair of eyes full of water, which were cold and sharp but also implied grief.

When the music started, the people who were standing still in the field suddenly started to move, that graceful and agile figure, that beautiful and delicate dance steps...

Murong Zhen thought, it was obviously a cheerful melody, but it made that person feel sad and miserable.

No one noticed that in the open hood off the field, the prince Yu Nan who was beaten up because of the martial arts suddenly stiffened, staring blankly at the light and butterfly figure on the stage, what flashed in his mind was It is a scene where young men and women do not know their worries.

"Brother Lan, what song is this?" A voice sounded like a silver bell, and before the boy turned his head, the flowery girl was already leaning on his shoulders, wrapping her hands around his neck intimately, with an innocent look .

"..." The young man smiled and said nothing, letting her worry alone.

"Hmph, I know it even if you don't tell me! It's called Die Lian Hua, I'm Die and you are Hua! I'm in love with you!" It seemed that after she finished speaking, she realized what she had just said, and the girl's face changed drastically, as if she was familiar Apple, so delicate and charming!In the end, he stomped his feet and wanted to run away!
The young man who was stunned by her words just came back to his senses, and grabbed the coward into his arms, and the original slightly cold voice was also tinged with a smile, "If that's the case, let's Die Lianhua!"

"No! Hua Liandie, you're in love with me!" The girl who was still blushing refused to let him go, she insisted on making him embarrassed.

"Okay!" The young man failed to do what she wished, and answered her very easily.

"Ah?" Now it's the girl's turn to be dumbfounded!He was so easy...

"Create a dance for it!" the boy said lightly.

"Okay!" The girl buried herself in the boy's arms and responded softly.

Butterflies love flowers, flowers love butterflies, cling to each other and stay with each other forever!However, the past becomes a dream!After waking up from the dream, she is not a butterfly, he is not a flower, he is the prince of a small country and she is the princess of a big country, her attachment is only to plan for his home country!What kind of irony is this?
Hehehe... His stiff body finally seemed to relax, and the shock on his face was cleaned up. He turned around and walked into the depths of the tent without even looking at the people in the field.

The originally magical dance suddenly lost its color, as if a person who lost his soul was about to die.

(End of this chapter)