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The 15-minute countdown officially begins.

Wen Yaofeng got up and left, thinking that the robe would delay his activities, so he picked up the hem with both hands and ran fast.

At first glance, it looks like a macho version of a Disney princess.

"Ah Fu, call someone, invite everyone to the tavern."

The little eunuch responded half-understood, then reacted suddenly: "Calling someone? Where are you calling?"

Wen Yaofeng raised his eyebrows: "Didn't the people all over the street see this?"

"Just tell them that His Royal Highness wants to have fun with the people, and invite everyone to listen to the master play the erhu."

Ah Fu's facial features were almost crowded together: "Can it still be like this?"

"I'm the prince, so I'll do what I say." The man said without any hesitation, "Call all the girls in my house, and they will be rewarded for their compliments."

Xiao Luo was also about to lose his mind, but when he turned his head, both the assistant director and the chief director were comparing their thumbs.

——You play by ear!

After all, Wen Yaofeng is a star who has exploded, and he is so handsome that people can't refuse, so he summoned the nearby blockbusters in a short while.

The ensemble performers were doing their due diligence to go shopping, so they would be a little caught off guard.

Should I go to Prince Yao to listen to the erhu first, or should I go to listen to Prince Chun singing?

Ah Fu was out of breath and almost knocked over the caramel seller.

I heard that the Champs Elysees was empty, only a few girls were left waiting there.

"Where are people?" The eunuch wiped his sweat and was anxious: "The prince is looking for you, why are there only so few in the family?"

The singer covered her mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "When they heard that Prince Chun was going to sing in the street, they all ran to take up seats."

Fortunately, the tavern is not too big, and it takes five to six minutes to fill up the seats.

Where the prince sings, you have to stand and listen. There is also a prince here who invites people to drink and eat snacks.

Wen Yaofeng saw all his subordinates coming, and raised his chin knowingly.

The only two exits were blocked by guards with knives, and he walked to Xiazi Chen's side in two or three steps.

"Everyone, I would like to invite you to enjoy the Chinese music today, and the melon seeds and drinks are naturally paid for by Xiangxie."

"I also ask you to give the master a face, praise a lot after listening, and try your best to praise the individual."

Everyone applauded, looking forward to it.

"Come." Wen Yaofeng flicked his sleeves, motioning for Blind Chen to start pulling them.

Then retreated all the way down the aisle.

It was rare for Blind Chen to meet so many listeners, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face right now.

He stood up and twisted the bow like a sword, and before he started pulling, there was a big man in the hall applauding loudly.

"As expected of a master!!"

"nice!!"

Blind Chen turned around and returned to his seat, and when his neck got stuck, he yanked his wrists hard.

"Squeak creak quack quack quack bang—"

The faces of ten or twenty people were all green.

Some people turned their heads and wanted to run, Wen Yaofeng leaned against the guard and grinned: "Sit down."

Blind Chen was holding the erhu wig and was about to throw it out. He swung his head and yanked it like sawing wood, and the erhu sounded wildly.

"Boom boom boom hiccup! Hiccup-quack!"

Some of the extras were on the verge of crying.

At the moment, Prince Yao is addicted to having fun with the people, and he is in an unusually good mood.

"Does it sound good?"

Someone shook his head slightly.

The prince smiled and said: "That's because you didn't pay attention enough to listen. You can feel the essence by listening more."

After 3 minutes passed and the song ended, the whole tavern was dead silent.

Wen Yaofeng patted his sleeves and walked to Chen Xiazi's side, as if he was acting as an agent to check homework.

"The first one in the first row, you start boasting first."

The drug seller stood up tremblingly, and praised a few words incomprehensibly.

Wen Yaofeng turned to look at the blind man: "How is he boasting?"

"Not good." The master stroked his beard and shook his head: "I don't feel sincerity."

"That won't work," Wen Yaofeng said regretfully, "I'll give you a chance to do it again."

It was only at this time that everyone realized what kind of trick they had been made into. One or two wanted to run away, but someone was so anxious that he stood up and praised first.

"It's good, it's really good! Our old man has learned erhu for more than 200 years, and he is not as good as half of your fingers!"

"It looks like the mountain wind howling and the sea waves turbulent, and the sound and picture are so vivid that it is comparable to the legendary sound passed down from generation to generation!"

One person takes turns boasting four or five sentences, and twenty people add up to more than 100 sentences.

Blind Chen was smiling and listening to them praise him in different ways at the beginning, but when he heard more than 50 sentences, his smile gradually became uncontrollable.

Wen Yaofeng leaned on his shoulder, and said very generously: "Listen a little longer, everyone really praises you."

"That..." Blind Chen was a little confused: "Bad, it's almost enough, isn't it?"

"Not enough! It's rare for the master to show his magical skills once, so praise me to death!" Wen Yaofeng looked at the remaining dozen people in the Kuagua team: "Each of you has completed ten sentences before leaving. Listen to the prince. If so, there is sugar to eat!"

Blind Chen took a sharp breath.

There were even group performers who asked for a pen and paper, and wrote three or four hundred words conscientiously, just waiting for the scene now.

Before he finished reading two lines, Blind Chen raised a hand with a smirk: "Don't exaggerate, don't exaggerate, today is enough...you all go back to shopping..."

Wen Yaofeng leaned over to read the manuscripts written by the group, and said, "Master, that's enough."

"It's more than satisfaction," Blind Chen hissed, "The high blood pressure is almost on the rise..."

He reached out to the back of the erhu and pulled out a golden seal.

"Your Highness, I beg you to go out and have a look around, the little one will leave now."

Wen Yaofeng took the seal, got a cheap price and acted like a good boy: "I will bring the prince to listen to you play the erhu later."

"Don't—you two don't come!!"

With one of the three unique skills in hand, calling Lord Chun became a priority task.

Wen Yaofeng didn't even need to find him there, he could see the direction of the crowd when he went out of the tavern.

There were so many people like a handshake meeting that it was difficult for him to squeeze in as one of the leading actors.

Ah Fu conscientiously stretched out his arms to stop people: "Everyone, give way to each other—the crown prince is here, and the civilians stay away!"

As Wen Yaofeng squeezed in, he turned his head and saw several dancers and kabukis listening to the Champs.

Several young girls covered their mouths and laughed wildly, then tiptoed to look at Bai Chun again after waving their hands.

Hey, that's public wall climbing.

After all, he wasted some time with Chen Xiazi, and just as he plunged into the crowd, the sound of the flute became clearer and clearer.

With his back facing Wen Yaofeng, Bai Chun stretched out his sandalwood fan and sang on the high platform.

His long hair reached his waist, and his jade crown was like a moon. When he twirled, the long sleeves and hem of his clothes all opened up suddenly, like a narcissus blooming in an instant.

The sound of the bamboo flute was light and clear, and it was actually the title song "Awareness" of ECHO's new album.

"The shadow of the lamp lost its sense of proportion, and my breath was burning with body temperature. I turned around suddenly and realized who was a little emotional."

"How to urge the process of intimacy, want to kiss his perfume and ring marks—"

The sandalwood fan opens and closes like a bird's wings, facing the node to keep the wind.

Bai Chun was dressed in brocade robes and golden boots, and when he danced the men's troupe, he still seemed to be able to control everyone's eyes.

Men's troupe dances focus on strong strength and a bright sense of rhythm. All limbs and bones must have a spring-like contraction.

Ordinary people dance in long and loose robes, and they will have difficulty moving because of the long sleeves.

But at Bai Chun's place, all the resistance turned into flowers on the icing on the cake.

He didn't roll up his long sleeves at all, turned over and shook his fan flexibly, like a witch wished by the wind god.

"It's better to get closer...I want to see you lose your mind for me."

Obviously they have been busy with variety shows and interviews for the past two weeks, even if the NPC temporarily issued a task for Bai Chun to sing a part, he still treated the stage with full energy.

The mic is fully turned on, the scene is live, and there is no pressure to jump to the treble at the urgent point, as smooth and bright as a black crane piercing the clouds.

The long sound is tossing and falling, as if soaked in narcissus flower wine, it is rich and cool.

Listening to it for a few seconds will make your ears pop.

The on-site group performers originally wanted to join in the fun, but after listening to a few words, their expressions were a little blank, and they even wanted to secretly take out their mobile phones to record this scene.

This voice is too beautiful...

what song is he singingWhat song is so good, I haven't heard it before? !

It's over, it's over, I'm being teased, I bend and straighten, what kind of fairy ALPHA is this! ! !

Wen Yaofeng didn't expect that he would take this kind of playful small task so seriously, and he didn't expect Bai Chun to play songs for his own boy group in a large-scale ancient script killing - and the effect was explosive and the singing and dancing were perfect!

Ah Fu was already thinking about how to go to the backstage to ask for an autograph, but when he turned to look at his prince, he found that there was no one there.

"Prince?! Where is the prince??"

Bai Chun held the fan half-covered his face and finished singing for half a verse. When he raised the fan again, he saw Wen Yaofeng standing in front of him.

The little girl in the audience was so excited that she almost called the wrong name: "I heard—Prince!! The prince is also up!!"

Someone flying from below threw an enamel fan, which was caught firmly.

The man raised his wrist, sprinkling gold on the fan like the moon between the clouds.

"I want to hide my heart in the palm lines, and I can tell all the stars when I touch you."

"I feel that your eyes are dodging, and I feel that you have already sunk—"

Their shoulders and backs just touched each other, and when they spun, their sleeves were raised in the wind, and the double fans overlapped into a cloud in an instant.

Bai Chun's breathing became stagnant, and the tips of his ears felt hot amidst all the shouts.

At this moment, there were only the two of them on the high platform, and the sound of the flute flew back and forth, turning into swallows dotting the sides.

Wen Yaofeng is calm and unhurried, switching between the identities of the stubborn prince and the lead dancer idol.

The voices of the two are deep and warm, and they fit together until there is no gap between them.

Originally, singing alone was enough to sound good, but Wen Yaofeng deliberately set it off, even after singing a few lines of his own lyrics, he hummed softly to set off several tracks for him.

Bai Chun watched him smile brightly, took a step back without any trace, and gave away the main stage completely.

Wen Yaofeng, as the prince, is dressed in gold and jade, showing his noble and arrogant edge.

When he danced, the air became hot.

They haven't enjoyed the stage like this for a long time.

It's been a long time since I've been so immersed in the pure joy of being with each other.

Don't worry about the past, don't care about anyone's thoughts and eyes.

It is an idol born to shine, and it is the ultimate brilliance that can control the camera with its eyes.