Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Seeing Nan Fenghao's nervous face, who didn't even want to watch the game, Yan Yiqiu glanced over, secretly thought that this cousin really couldn't make a big deal, and he couldn't hold his breath for such a little thing, and said: "This is the Western Region The most outstanding dancer, if he is ranked second, no one will dare to compete for the first place, please accept your nonsense."

"That's good, that's good." Nan Fenghao immediately smiled.

Before the opening, the host asked the contestants to show their faces on the field to increase the impression of the audience and raise their expectations. The dancer Putuo of Yanlichu wore an exotic dance skirt, and her wheat-colored waist was slightly exposed. , looming, immediately attracted many eyes.

Putuo walked freely and freely, while the reserved and introverted Beiyuan people's eyes flickered, but they couldn't help but focus on Putuo.

"Hmph, flesh and blood." Mo Yan in front of the stage smiled disdainfully, and took a sip of his wine.

The chief executive contest is indeed a chief executive contest. The gathering of beauties from all walks of life is dazzling, just like a talent show. Fu Yuan thought, no wonder the emperor is willing to put his mind here, and said: "I heard that there is a lot of competition in the contest. Fighting martial arts, playing piano and painting, don't these contestants want to be omnipotent?"

"It's natural." Yan Rongzhen replied: "There are too many outstanding people in this world. If you want to be the leader, you must naturally fly higher than the crane in the sky."

Fu Yuan nodded. When he saw Putuo at the back, he couldn't help but take a second look. After all, he had only seen the dance of the Western Regions not long ago, and it was completely different from Beiyuan's style. This contestant named Putuo , maybe in Beiyuan, they can really surprise and stand out.

"Ninth Brother." Yan Yichu suddenly said, "Who do you think will be the leader this time?"

Yan Rongzhen ate the food that Fu Yuan gave him, and replied indifferently: "I don't care who the leader is, this time I just want to take Yuaner out to have a look, so as to save him from saying that life is boring. After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and scratched Fu Yuan's nose lightly, seeing that the man frowned, he chuckled lightly.

When did he say that, Fu Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while.

Yan Rongzhen choked on Yan Rongzhen, his eyes showed displeasure, but he would not tell his younger brother, after all, Yan Rongzhen was his own younger brother no matter what, and it was Kun Ze who was held in the hands of his father. , just facing Fu Yuan, but it won't be like this, and said lukewarmly: "To be honest, Mr. Fu's appearance can be regarded as first-class, but it's a pity that apart from this skin, the papers and weapons are not outstanding. Otherwise, you can also participate in the competition, let the ninth brother look good and be happy."

Fu Yuan lowered his head, he didn't quite understand why he had provoked Yan Jue again, Yan Rongzhen squeezed his palm, and said: "I noticed just now that Putuo from the Western Regions is really a concern. .”

Yan Jiqiu loves to hear these words, "That's natural, I have seen Wu Jiudi from the Western Regions, and it is definitely not worse than Beiyuan's."

"Really." Yan Rongzhen didn't want to make such detours with Yan Jichu, and said bluntly: "Then the dancer from the Western Regions belongs to the emperor's brother?"

"Ninth Brother's eyes are as bright as a torch, Putuo is indeed my man."

Yan Rongzhen raised his eyes, exchanged a glance with Yan Bichun, and said calmly: "Then the emperor will wait and see."

"Naturally." He naturally knew that what Yan Rongzhen meant was to wait and see. It doesn't matter. If Putuo can successfully win the leader, he will have the opportunity to serve the palace and get close to the emperor. This is a great opportunity. on stage.

In order to prevent the audience from being bored, the first match is an exciting martial arts competition. The slender but powerful son, or the heroic but stalwart official lady, both in appearance and strength. People can't take their eyes off.

"Are they all all-powerful?" Fu Yuan's eyes were still fixed on the stage, but his heart was full of doubts.

"The content of the competition is random. Of course, there are people who are not all-round but want to try their luck." Yan Rongzhen replied, if they are unlucky and lose face on stage, it will only increase the jokes.

"Woohoo~" There was a sighing sound from the audience, it turned out that the young master fell down on the stage accidentally and was defeated immediately.

"Look, I'm here by luck." Yan Rongzhen could tell at a glance that the young master was just flamboyant, so he ran into his own shortcomings at the beginning.

Scene Two, Poetry in Seven Steps

The third scene, painting with water

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The sky began to darken, candles were lit on the stage, and the atmosphere of the event changed immediately. It became a bit more mysterious. The audience's interest not only did not decrease because of the several hours-long event, but even more so. excited.

However, it is not easy to joke with people on a deep winter night. Yan Rongzhen put the warm hand stove in Fu Yuan's arms, and then hugged him in his arms, saying: "When the candlelight is on, it also means that the dance will also come. gone."

Brother Eight Emperors, I want to see if your Putuo is really capable.

"En." Fu Yuan nodded. Night is the best curtain, and the bright light on the stage naturally becomes the focus of everyone's eyes. Coupled with the dancers' graceful dancing posture, it is the icing on the cake.

"Keep everyone waiting for a long time, next is the dance test."

Under the voices of the crowd, it was indeed Putuo from the Western Regions who came to the stage. He took off his thick robe and stood on the stage in only his single clothes. The fine snow from the sky fell slowly and stained Putuo's hair There are crystal embellishments on the tips and between the eyebrows and eyes, and as the dance steps are about to start, he seems to be hesitant to speak, his hands are placed on his chest, tears are in his eyes, and he looks like he is about to cry.

The dance that Putuo danced was named Aina, who was a very favored prince of the former dynasty of the Western Regions. The country gradually became vulnerable.

At this time, a certain general from a neighboring country led troops to aid the Western Regions, and met Aina by chance, and the two gradually fell in love.

At the same time, Putuo's dancing posture changed. He tapped his light toes and hopped around the stage a few times, like an elf meeting the world for the first time, full of anticipation and excitement. When Ina fell in love, the heart of the first love danced vividly, which made people fascinated.

But the good times didn't last long, because Fanbang had occupied the Western Regions for a long time, and he had plenty of spare power. Even though the general held a heavy army, he still fought very hard. To be safe, he hid Aina in a deep mountain somewhere and turned away. From then on, Aina began to wander in the mountains every day, waiting for his lover to return.

At this point, Puto hugged his shoulders and pretended to be crying. Just when people were looking forward to the follow-up development, he suddenly got up to thank him, announcing that the dance was over.

There was dissatisfaction in the audience, and they clamored to continue watching Aina. The host said embarrassedly, "Puto's game time has passed." If Putuo did not advance, then the next game would not exist.

The people were very anxious, and their voices for Putuo became louder and louder.