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Mu Feng signed a long-term contract with Yinlou Embroidery Village, and the girls got benefits; he entrusted Xu Shaojian to set up a line with the palace procurement, and the curator was also satisfied.For a while, everyone spoke well of Mu Feng, and indeed he had the authority in charge.Except for a few distinguished guests or the curator's confession, other people's reception depends on Mu Feng's intentions, and Aunt Hong has no room to intervene. Life is not easy.

It's just that Miaoyinfang is really extraordinary, several new songs, played by Gong Yu, fascinated the young people all over Jinling.Although it has been reported to the palace, but if things go on like this, it is unavoidable to be implicated in the reprimand, and the atmosphere in the museum was a bit sluggish for a while.

Mu Feng thought over and over again what Jinnian said that day. It has been a few days since Miaoyinfang opened to welcome customers, and its popularity is still unabated. It is time to talk to the curator.

There is nothing important today, the curator wondered why Mu Feng came to him, "You come, what's the matter."

Mu Feng sat down, and then said: "Suggestion for the curator."

The curator raised his eyebrows. The candidates recommended by Mu Feng before are also useful. You might as well listen to the suggestions, "Besides Lanzhi, who else can compete."

Shengping Pavilion needs more than just a few outstanding figures to turn the tide, not to mention if it had been released earlier, Mu Feng said: "Although Lanzhi has many people who are sought after, it is only one person after all. If we want to be prosperous forever, we need Shengping Pavilion itself That's the sign."

"Oh, Eunuch Liu, you also mentioned it that day." The curator also remembered.

Mu Feng nodded, "Thinking about it by chance that day, I think it over and over again, and I feel that Shengping Museum has been in operation for several times, with a deep foundation, but it is not as distinctive as a rising star." Slowing down his tone, he looked at the curator and said slowly: "Yangliu Xinguanwu, Listen to music in Miaoyinfang. Three thousand troubles, red sleeves with hundreds of flowers to explain the language, soft red ten feet, Shengping Museum to see them all in one day. What does the curator think?"

The curator tasted what Mufeng said, and it was really interesting, "These sentences are quite fresh, let's talk about them carefully."

"All those who can gain a foothold in Luoshi Street have their own characteristics. Without a famous name, it is not appropriate. Stunning people are hard to come by, but in the museum, there is never a shortage of first-class people. There are hundreds of charms, not to mention They have both, and they are almost the same. Why not use this as a feature, it will last for a long time and it cannot be easily learned elsewhere." Mu Feng said in detail.

The curator also agrees, but it's not a one-day effort. "It's reasonable, but it can't solve the urgent need."

If there is a gimmick to win back the city, Mu Feng also thought about it, "It's better to hold a banquet, and everyone will show their housekeeping skills. If it is effective, it can be made a routine." As long as the arrangements are proper, no worries about people not coming, It depends on whether you can use this to retain popularity.

This is the same reason as choosing an oiran, and it would be nice if it could be delayed for a while.The curator looked at Mu Feng again, and he really did not slacken his efforts to strive for the top, "Maybe you can give it a try. Do you want to host it?"

Mu Feng knew that he might not be able to hold his ground, but he was unwilling to be excluded, "Mu Feng is young, so it's difficult for him to take on this important task. I just ask you to help me a little bit, and do my best."

The curator thought for a while, this will be the only major event in the next few months, "Well, those two companies have been too popular recently, they can only succeed, I will keep an eye on them personally."

"The curator will go out, nothing will go wrong." In this way, no one can make troubles.

The curator looked at Mu Feng again, his eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, he couldn't see any sharpness, but he just shot unambiguously, "Come and fight."

"Thank you for the cultivation, curator."

"Tell me, don't you already have a charter?" Since you are here, you must have a new idea.

"Yes, on the one hand, there must be a novel theme, and the various programs are related and plotted, so that the guests will be more interested. On the other hand, the ostentation of the Shengping Pavilion must not be lost. After all, there are seven hundred women, and it cannot be just like other small places. Three or five people support the scene. Of course, it is best to have new dances, new songs and new songs, at least new arrangements, which requires everyone to work together. Mu Feng just said, if there are any omissions, the curator needs to give pointers."

Sure enough, young people are quick-witted and energetic. It's not that other people can't think of such a way, but it's just an old routine, and they don't want to stand out and muddle along. "Well, what you said is very good. It can be seen that you have put your heart into it. If this matter is completed, you will naturally be promoted."

"I would like to work for the curator." Of course, Mu Feng came out in order to gain some rights. The previous two places were already stable, so it was natural to take a step closer.

In midsummer, the Shengping Pavilion holds a feast with the theme of flying immortals, and most of the girls in the pavilion will perform.On the other hand, there are quite a few guests invited, but they can't be called many. Since the month before last, invitations have become rare and in short supply.

On the day of the banquet, both the guests and the girls and attendants were all dressed up as fairy boys, with wide sleeves and slender hair, fluttering skirts, and the smell of dust in the powder pile.

Mu Feng's dance is considered one of the best in the hall, so naturally he has to take on the heavy responsibility.Perhaps it is more important to coordinate with various departments to assist the curator, but we must always warn ourselves not to take big things.

In the middle of the night, countless lights were lit, and Mu Feng, dressed in light yellow dance clothes, led the first dance.

Turn left and right, enchanting.Without wings or feathers, it soars in the sky, relying on emptiness to control the wind, it soars in the air. ①

The last action was frozen, and the hall was silent for a moment, and then someone said: "Sure enough, it should only exist in the sky." Then the hall was full of applause.Elaborately choreographed and crafted, this dance left a deep impression on everyone with its unique style, both exotic and mysterious, with a long aftertaste.The dancer left the stage, Mu Feng evoked a smile, with this opening, half of the work was done.

Changed into a rouge and dark green dress and drape, and assisted the curator in arranging various affairs and dealing with emergencies, and also took time to greet the familiar guests one by one.The romantic Lord Zhu, the perverse Mr. Chen, etc., the stubborn King Jing did not come.When discussing the guest list, Prince Jing was added out of selfishness, which turned into wishful thinking in the end.

The banquet was halfway through, and the atmosphere was just right. After the most critical moment, Mu Feng went to call Ran Qiu, who was accompanying the guests, to prepare for the next performance.In the room with the best view, the guest is Prince Ji, who is used to looking at Fengyue, and Yan Yujin, the son of Marquis Yan, came with him.

Saying Wan'an, Mu Feng explained the purpose of coming, "I also ask the two immortals to forgive me, the next one should be Ran Qiu's pipa, it's good to borrow her for the time being."

Ji Wang waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, go and get ready, there needs to be a good song to match this scene."

"Thank you Xianjun."

After Ran Qiu left, Yan Yujin looked at Mu Feng and suddenly remembered that this was the woman who was with Prince Jing that time.Seeing it with my own eyes, there is no mistake. Driven by curiosity, I can't help but ask, "I'm going to talk about Yujin, dare to ask the fairy's name."

Seeing the guest announce his name, Mu Feng put away the role he was playing, and saluted solemnly, Fang said: "My slave name is Mu Feng, I have met Prince Ji and Mr. Yan."

King Ji chuckled, "There is no need to be too polite. There are no princes today, they are all immortals in the sky."

Mu Feng smiled and nodded. Rumor has it that this prince loves to sing the wind and enjoy the moon. He is not a person who sticks to customs. Of course, such a banquet must be fully devoted.

Yan Yujin on the side quickly interrupted, "So you are Mu Feng. The dance at the beginning has never been seen before, not even similar. It's really wonderful."

Mu Feng replied: "It is indeed a newly choreographed dance, inspired by the flying immortals in Taoism, and also incorporates some characteristics of Tianzhu dance."

King Ji nodded, not forgetting to pay attention to the stage, "Well, it's very rare, but I don't know how many more times I can watch it."

"Xianjun was joking, not to mention that there will be such a banquet, and you can come here to watch it on weekdays."

Ji Wang shook his head, and said leisurely: "I'm not kidding, I watched carefully, and the other people can't compare to your vividness. You, I know, are already in charge of the Shengping Pavilion, and you don't perform much on weekdays, right? Like Yan Yujin, Ji Wang knows everything about Luoshi Street very well, and Mu Feng, a newly promoted person in power in Shengpingguan, of course knows it.

Mu Feng smiled knowingly, and felt that Ji Wang was a bit childish, so he promised, "As long as the fairy king comes, he will definitely perform dances."

Without waiting for King Ji's answer, Yan Yujin leaned closer to King Ji's ear, and talked about Mu Feng's connection with Prince Jing.King Ji wondered, "Why do you still have something to do with Jingyan? You were the one who was mentioned at the banquet that year."

Mu Feng immediately realized that it was the time when King Jing was punished to guard the mausoleum, but he didn't want to say much, he just pointed out the main points, "Although I don't know what the lord said, but I have some friendship with His Highness Prince Jing, but the person who came is The guests are all the same, there is no difference between the two. Xianjun is also a chic person who plays in the world, why should he distinguish between true and false love and love, why not just talk about dancing and music."

"Hehe, that's not the case. I'll remember this." Wang Ji thought about it a few times when he saw the wind and mist going around. He is a delicate and wonderful person.

Yan Yujin saw that Mu Feng was generous, unwilling to be lonely, and wanted to join in the fun, "Fairy is not an ordinary person, I wonder if I will dance to see you when I come."

Mu Feng smiled slightly, showing cunning, "Isn't this fairy's favorite is Ran Qiu's pipa, how can he like the new and dislike the old, making people sad?"

At this time, Ding Yi from outside came to report and asked Mu Feng for something, so he withdrew, but the topic about her continued.

"Xiao Yujin, are you sure it's her." Ji Wang waved his hand, letting Yan Yujin come forward and speak.

Yan Yujin leaned in front of King Ji with a proud face, "Of course, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Outsiders don't know. We, the so-called relatives of the emperor, don't know about it. No matter how you look at it, it looks strange. Alas, it's a pity that she is such a woman." Prince Ji knew that Prince Jing was a man, and at first he thought that he was raped. It's designed, but it doesn't seem to be Mufeng.Even if they have children, they are neither infatuated nor obsequious, but women who get involved in the whirlpool of power can have a few good results.

Yan Yujin was also perplexed, thinking that he was a relative of Prince Jing, so he couldn't avoid asking, "Don't you need to avoid it, after all, Prince Jing...how embarrassing..."

"Frank and frank, what are you tweaking?" There are not many opportunities for Ji Wang and Jing Wang to meet, not to mention being born in the royal family, there is still an indescribable tacit understanding, not to mention it is not a big deal.

Yan Yujin couldn't help being puzzled, "But Prince Jing just let people stay here and let him go?" He always felt that he was not very masculine.

"Jingyan is just Jingyan, and he is the most stubborn." From King Ji's point of view, Yan Yujin is still an ignorant young man, who doesn't understand that King Jing is the one who never uses power to mess with the law.

"Oh, it's really difficult to understand." But he sighed, seeing a change of people on the stage, Yan Yujin diverted his attention, "It's Ran Qiu's "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon", which needs to be carefully appreciated."

King Ji also took advantage of the situation and stopped mentioning those annoying disturbances, and listened to the music carefully, "This pipa is paired with flute and flute, and the strings and pipes sing together. It is leisurely and unhurried."

Brilliant purples and reds, competing for splendor, fascinated by dreams all night, only to rest at dawn.

The author has something to say: ① Refer to the 2008 Spring Festival Gala "Flying Apsaras"

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