Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Just when the host was about to let Putuo step down and rest first, Yan Zhao suddenly asked, "What's the name of this contestant?"

Everyone was startled when they heard the sound, and the hands hanging between the legs of Yan Zhichu clenched tightly, obviously nervous.

Facing the question of the king of a country, Putuo did not appear to be stage fright, and said loudly, "Return to Your Majesty, the name of the grassroots is Putuo."

"Oh? I don't know which family's son it is?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, Putuo is not a son of a rich family, but an ordinary person in the Western Regions. His family is a cattle herder."

This made Yan Zhao a little surprised, the young man who herded cattle had such dancing skills, "Then who did you learn how to dance from?"

"In the Western Regions, almost everyone can dance a little bit. Putuo just practiced more seriously and often than others, so he stood out and came before His Majesty."

Yan Zhao waved his hand, indicating that he could step back. Seeing that Putuo's answer was impeccable, Yan Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was rare for his father to take an extra look at a contestant in the leader competition, and Putuo must have something to do. He was delighted.

When the dancers at the back came to perform on stage, Yan Zhao asked Eunuch Gao who was following him, what was the name of the dance that Putuo danced just now.

"Return to Your Majesty, the dancer's name is Aina."

Aina, Yan Zhao frowned indistinctly, feeling that the name seemed somewhat familiar.

Due to the gap in the strength of this year's players, Yan Zhao simply canceled the semi-finals and declared that the leader will be determined today. Now, the competition has reached a new climax.

I thought that apart from Putuo, I might never see such a dazzling performance again, but as soon as Nan Zihe from Jinzhou appeared on the stage, his ink and wash gown was full of elegance. He threw out a plain oiled paper umbrella, and immediately At one point, he jumped over the umbrella lightly, and danced a unique dance amidst the exclamation of everyone.

He and Putuo are both very much like elves who descended into the world, except that Putuo is flamboyant and flamboyant, while he is like water, one ice and one fire, one warm and one cold, and they have reached the peak in their respective fields.

"Wow." Fu Yuan was also firmly attracted to his eyes, and couldn't help but exclaimed from his mouth. That Kun Ze named Nan Zihe had excellent lightness skills, and it seemed that he could not step on the thin umbrella surface. The weight is average, and the martial arts drama that was once only seen on TV suddenly appeared in front of him, so he was not shocked.

When they got here, everyone present knew that the leader would be divided between the two.

After the dance, Nan Zihe landed on his toes leisurely, showing his temperament in his gestures. He bowed slightly to the audience and thanked him.

Nan Zihe did not return to the backstage, but waited quietly in place, because he was the last player to come on stage, and it was time to announce the results of the competition.

The contestants who had just finished their performances also returned to the stage one after another, waiting for comments.

At the judges' table, leaders from all walks of life were whispering and discussing who would be the best.

In fact, no matter how intense the judges' discussions are, the final decision is still made by the pilgrims. The leader already has the possibility of entering the palace as a servant, so naturally it depends on whether he can please His Majesty.

Just now Yan Zhao only asked Putuo a few more questions, and everyone present was also wondering if His Majesty liked Putuo more, but that Nan Zihe danced out of the world was also very good, which made them feel embarrassed for a while. .

Under the stage, Yan Rongzhen put the heater in Fu Yuan's hands to prevent him from freezing, then hugged him in his arms, and asked softly: "If Yuan'er chooses, do you like Putuo or Nanzihe?" ?”

like?Fu Yuan subconsciously savored the word carefully, secretly thinking that if he honestly said who he liked more, it would be a big mistake. In his world, this is like the other half asking you who is more beautiful, Liu Yifei or Fan Bingbing, and which one is the answer? It's all about fighting.

He blinked his eyes and replied: "In Fu Yuan's heart, naturally he likes His Highness the most."

Hearing this, Yan Rongzhen was taken aback for a moment, he had asked this question casually, but Qian Yuan in his arms was tactful, for a moment he couldn't help laughing, and deliberately teased: "Oh? Yuan'er, what do you mean by that? Compare me with that maiko?"

"Don't dare." Fu Yuan was startled, this question was beyond the scope of his preparation, and he didn't expect that there would be mistakes in this omnipotent answer, so he hurriedly said: "Of course not, I just thought of the word "like" , the name that comes to mind is naturally His Highness's name, there is absolutely no one else."

Fu Yuan didn't know such rhetoric at all, but his seriousness and straightforwardness caused Yan Rongzhen to blink his eyes uncomfortably, and said: "Of course, this king knows Yuan'er's intentions." It's a lot softer.

"What this king means is that Yuan'er thinks who has better dancing skills, Putuo or Nan Zihe?"

"Hmm..." Fu Yuan thought for a moment, then replied: "The dance styles and styles of the two of them are different, Fu Yuan thinks that they can't be compared together, in Fu Yuan's mind, they are both excellent. "

"Indeed, it is difficult to distinguish between the king and the others."

"Then it's up to His Majesty and the judges to decide. Regardless of whether you get the top spot, you deserve it." Fu Yuan stroked the exquisite pattern on the stove with his hand, and continued to return his attention to the stage.

The discussion of the judges is over, and the next time is when the results are announced, Yan Juechu in the audience can hardly sit still, thinking about what happened to the father, it seems that he is still very interested in Putuo Why is he silent now? Could it be that when Nan Zihe came out, his soul was taken away by another one?

"Next is the time to announce the results. Who is the beauty who won the Beiyuan leader this year? Let us wait and see." The host took the note from others and began to name the contestants, one vote at a time, Which player's name has been mentioned the most and has the most votes, then he will be the new leader.

"Putuo, one vote, Nan Zihe, one vote!"

Everyone on and off the stage waited with bated breath. Gradually, when the penultimate ticket was issued, the tense atmosphere reached its peak.

"Puto, one vote! Both sides are tied!"

There was a burst of sighing from the audience, but Mo Yan, who was in the judges' seat, was not affected by the emotions of the crowd at all. Instead, he took a sip of hot tea leisurely and waited quietly.

The last ticket was his, Mo Yan's, and it was also the ticket to decide who would win between Putuo and Nan Zihe.

"Last vote!" The host's hands were trembling slightly, he carefully opened the paper in his hand, and when he saw the first word, he knew the answer, and shouted loudly: "Nan Zihe!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Nan for winning the title of leader of Beiyuan!"

As soon as the words were finished, amidst a burst of cheers, Yan Bichun looked ferocious, and directly crushed the teacup in his hand into pieces.