The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The girls came on stage one after another, and the sound of stringed instruments and harps was endless. Each girl tried her best to win the first prize in the annual Oiran Competition, so that her brothel and herself could gain more benefits in the year.

After the applause stopped, the manager walked back onto the stage and made the announcement to the audience.

"Next, please welcome Miss Xueling, who has been the leader of the city's brothels for three years. Please give Miss Xueling a warm round of applause."

As the person in charge finished speaking, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

The applause lasted for a long time, but it failed to bring out the girl that the men in the audience wanted to see.

The person in charge gave a look to the servant standing beside the stage, and the servant understood and quickly left the crowd and went to the back hall.

Some people in the audience were getting impatient and pointed at the person in charge, asking, "Why haven't you come out yet? Are you kidding us?"

"That's right, what are you trying to do? How much money did Miss Xueling make for you? On such an important day for her, you still want to control her. You are such a piece of shit."

The men in the audience were scolding the host, who was on the stage trying to control the situation. But the onlookers were either trying to stir up trouble or really wanted to stand up for Miss Xueling, and they completely ignored what the host said.

Jiang Muxia raised her eyes and glanced at Cao Junan. With such a big change happening, he just sat there and did nothing? Watching the situation getting worse and worse?

She wanted to see how he would respond.

To her disappointment, Cao Jun'an just sat there without moving, his expression normal, like an outsider, with an indifferent look.

Caiyun beside her lowered her voice and asked her, "Madam, Sister Qinghong has been gone for a while. It's so chaotic outside, can I go out and look for her?"

After they sat down in the private room, Qinghong made an excuse to go to the toilet. Now the competition was one-third over and she had not returned yet.

Jiang Muxia was a little worried. She was the one who brought the person out, and if something happened, she would not be able to explain to her wife.

She nodded, "If you can't find her, report immediately."

There were discussions downstairs, some of the brave ones pointed at the person in charge and shouted at him to get someone on stage to dance. They seemed to be eager to go on stage and dance with the person in charge.

When the situation was getting too chaotic to be controlled, the servant came back with a nervous look on his face and whispered something in the ear of the person in charge. The person in charge's face then improved and he opened his arms to signal for everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, please be patient. Miss Xueling was so absorbed in putting on her makeup that she missed the time. She proposed to be the last one to perform and prepared a big surprise for everyone. Now, please welcome Miss Ji Di, the newcomer to Qinghuanju, to perform her talent. Please welcome her with applause."

He led the applause. The people in the audience were confused. Although they were skeptical, they reluctantly accepted it and there was sporadic applause from the audience.

Jiang Muxia frowned, and a bad feeling rose up. She felt something was wrong, and looked at Tang Zhongbai. He squeezed her palm, telling her not to worry.

She shook her head helplessly. Their focus was not on the same line at all. Today was a big day for Qing Huan Ju. At such a critical moment, she couldn't say anything unlucky. She had to collect her thoughts and focus on the event in the hall downstairs.

The words of the person in charge were drowned out by the screams of the people below the stage.

A slender woman wearing a red fairy dress with tight sleeves, a red scarf covering her face, and a high flying bun floated down from the sky above the stage. She fell from the sky like a fairy scattering flowers, her beautiful eyes moving, showing her charm.

Her appearance made all the men present stare in amazement, instantly throwing away their anger at Xueling's absence. As she landed on the stage, the sound of the pipa began.

With a clang, the strings of a zither were plucked, the sound shook heaven and earth, and tiles on the roof seemed to fall. Looking closely, there were sounds of gongs and drums, swords and crossbows, and the sounds of men and horses... Those who heard it were first excited, then terrified, and wept without reason.

Ji Di had a sword shining with cold light in her hand. She danced up and down with the sound of the piano. Her eyes were sometimes tragic and sometimes firm. The sword in her hand was like a swimming dragon. She seemed to be on the battlefield facing the enemy. Her eyes were full of bloodthirsty hatred, and the sword in her hand danced vigorously.

Accompanied by the music, everyone present felt as if they were on the battlefield.

Everyone was crying like rain, as if they were one of the warriors on the battlefield, killing the enemy with their own hands and thinking of their loved ones at home with tears of gratitude.

As the instrument suddenly stopped, the woman dancing with the sword on the stage slid to the ground as if committing suicide, and the music and dance finally ended.

After a brief silence, the audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

"Well, Miss Ji Di is so heroic and brave, showing the patriotic spirit of our Wu Dynasty soldiers. I vote for Miss Ji Di with my silk flower."

"Yes, I vote for Miss Ji Di too..."

The host returned to the stage, signaled everyone to be quiet, and said loudly: "Everyone be quiet for a moment, and now we invite Miss Ji Di to play her most famous contemporary piece, High Mountains and Flowing Water."

After a round of cheers from below, Ji Di sat behind the guqin, plucked the strings with his fingers, and the music flowed out like flowing water. Everyone seemed to be in the wilderness outside the mountains, surrounded by gurgling water, with a breeze blowing around them, and the crisp calls of birds soaring into the sky and then falling into the woods beside them, adding a touch of spring music to their outdoor outing from time to time.

The two performances were at two extremes and had completely different styles.

It also refreshed the city's brothels' past decadent music and dance, making people feel more energetic.

As soon as the piano music stopped, she bowed to the audience and left gracefully, leaving those who were left alone with endless aftertaste.

Cao Junan on the second floor bleachers high-fived her, cheering for her. The two looked at each other, and Ji Di smiled at him. Jiang Muxia's mind had already gone to the clouds. She had no interest in the performances off the stage, and her eyes followed Ji Di's figure. She was surprised, this figure was very familiar, and she felt like she had seen it somewhere before.

Suddenly, Yin Yusheng, who was sitting on her left, pulled her sleeve. She came to her senses and looked over in confusion.

Yin Yusheng looked solemn, as if he had a lot on his mind.

"Brother Yusheng, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Yusheng pointed at the woman who was walking backstage, and said with suspicion in his tone, half firm and half speculative, "Have we seen her before? Why does she look so similar to the female guard we ran into on the barge?"

He thought about it and shook his head. "No, she died on the ship. The ship burned and sank. She couldn't be alive."

When Tang Zhongbai heard their conversation, he recalled the image of the female guard he had seen on the barge.

Joined in the hard thinking.

"What's wrong?" Cao Jun'an found that the three people put their heads together, as if discussing something, and asked in confusion.

The three of them looked at each other without saying anything. The man was from Qing Huan Ju, and he was the person in charge of Qing Huan Ju.

If the Cao family is held responsible for harboring the remnants of King Ling for no reason, they will be held responsible. Now that Ji Di's identity is uncertain, they dare not act rashly.

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