Soft-boned beauty, isn't he fragrant?

On October [-]th, the Xiayuan Festival, the water official relieves the disaster.

Just after nightfall, the banks of the Cangjiang River were crowded with people who set off river lanterns to pray for blessings. Light boats of various colors began to flow down the water, turning the dark waterways into the Milky Way in the sky.

There is a flower boat going upstream, and the drum team at the bow is very lively. Inside the official boat moored by the river, some people start to brag to their relatives and friends: "See? The flower boat in Huanshuilou, Mr. Shuisheng and Dongliu They should all be on the top. I was lucky enough to see Dongliu once, and his appearance is really extraordinary."

Immediately someone answered, "Dongliu? That young lady who overwhelmed the crowd last night?"

The person in front of him immediately commented fairly: "In terms of piano skills, it is worthy of being the best in the world. After all, he is the direct disciple of Mr. Shuisheng. But when it comes to overwhelming the crowd, he was not the one who took the top spot last night."

Pei Chuanlin only arrived in Shangdu this morning, and he didn't see the excitement of the oiran primary election last night, but he heard related rumors in Yuanzhou, and now he also got a post for the banquet, and he is still hesitating whether to go or not. Some curiously asked: "Young lady? Men can also run for the crown prince?"

"Anyone who has become a naturalized actor can participate in the election. It's just another matter if he can be elected. In previous years, there were quite a few young men who participated in the election, but they have never been able to win the top spot. After all, there are only a few who are masculine. Well. This year is really weird, there are actually two young ladies who entered the final election, and the one who I said can overwhelm the crowd is the one from the other Spring Cottage, with a jade face!"

After the introduction, the man asked back: "Brother Shenyan, you are the second son of the head of the Pei family. The Pei family in Yuanzhou, the Xiao family, the Jiang family, and the Cheng family are also known as the four major valves. You are here in Shangdu. It's such a lively scene." No one sent you a post?"

Pei Chuanlin smiled and said: "Of course there are. Posts arrived before me. It's just that I have never been very interested in beauties. They are just skins. Sooner or later they will be bones. What should I care about? You and my old friend I haven't seen you for a year, so I might as well have a drink with you here and have a quiet time."

Everyone at the banquet admired this friendship, but his friend laughed a few times and refused: "I said earlier, a famous post can also bring three or five friends, you don't care, I haven't seen it before." Those top beauties in Huaguo are very itchy, no, I have to go, and let my brothers open their eyes."

Pei Chuanlin had nothing to do, nodded his head in acquiescence, and the old friend immediately excitedly called the boatman to set off and sailed towards the upstream boat village.

It didn't take long for the work to arrive. Although Pei Chuanlin's post was not with him, but he was the second son of the Pei family with such a great name, the servant who greeted the guests only glanced at the list before letting them in.

A dozen or so flower boats were tied together to form a boat village, paved with wooden planks like a flat ground, and the swaying of the water flow could hardly be felt. The main venue of the banquet was set in the largest building boat, which belonged to Jinchai Pavilion and had three floors. At this time, the lights are as bright as day, the flowers are blooming, and the grandeur is at its extreme.

A few people came late, and their seats were a bit off. Pei Chuanlin looked into the middle of the stand, and there were not many familiar faces, but Xiao Qi, King An, who was at the top, and Jiang Qin, Taipu Temple on the right, could be recognized with a glance. At that time, Jiang Wei, the concubine of the prime minister's family, also arrived and sat on the left side of King An.

This guy is his classmate, although they are not very close, but Huaishan Academy has met many times in the past three years, and at this time, he was recognized from the crowd, and he smiled and nodded twice, which is regarded as a courtesy I said hello.

The performance began soon. The first one to appear was a famous courtesan from Beiyuan, whose nickname was Lin Xiaoxiao. Although her name was small, her figure was the tall horse that northern women are accustomed to. She wore a red dress to outline extremely plump curves. A Hu Xuan Wu danced like the wind, which was dazzling and took the lead to win a lot of applause.

The next few people are all charming beauties, and their skills are also top-notch. Even Pei Chuanlin, who thinks he is not beautiful, can't help being fascinated by it, and admired it very comfortably.

Unknowingly, an hour passed, counting the heads, there were only two left who hadn't played, Dongliu of Huanshui Building, and Chonglou of Chuncaotang.

The order of the performances is determined by the number of votes spent yesterday, the higher the number of votes, the lower the ranking. It can be seen that the last two must have been the most popular last night. There was a discussion in the hall, maybe not this year, Is there going to be a male oiran?

Backstage, Dong Liu looked at the opposite side coldly, and carried his Jiao Weiqin to the stage.

Shui Sheng approached Xin Yi, and mocked in a low voice: "Last night, I let you pick up a lot of bargains, and stepped on my house to beg for it. Today's performances are all performed one by one. I want to see yours again." What are you fighting for?"

Xin Yi didn't answer, but felt that the person he had always admired in his heart was not very good-looking at this time, and the gods showed this jealous face when they descended from the mortal world, but it was nothing more than that, he thought with some disillusionment in his heart.

The melody of the zither sounded on the stage. I don't know where they got the method of spotlighting with bronze mirrors. At this time, they also learned the lighting technique of the Chonglou Hangpai Banquet. The stage was dark, leaving only a beam of light shrouding the beauty.

Naturally, the brilliance of Dongliu's piano skills need not be repeated. At this moment, it is even more amazing than last night. It turns out that by taking advantage of the favorable location, it echoes the sound of the Cangjiang River at night, playing a piece of Xiaoxiang Shuiyun like weeping. Telling, the waves are flying, and people are deeply immersed in the misty rain of cold water and moon cold, and they can't return to their senses for a long time.

After Qu Bi, it was finally Chonglou's turn. Xin Yi glanced over worriedly, hiding his nervousness by arranging his skirt and robes for him.

Chu Gui looked at his slightly trembling hands, and for the first time showed a sincere smile to the steward. Narrowly clasping his index finger and flicking the man's face, he said, "Don't be afraid, look at me." He turned and went upstairs.

Xin Yi covered his face, both relieved and ashamed, his own treasure tree is full of confidence, but you have the strength to reserve it to deal with the nobles outside, why are you molesting me?What else can fall between the two young men?After thinking about it like this, he hurriedly followed, carefully hiding behind the stage and looking out.

The whole hall was still immersed in the aftertaste of the piano music, and a beam of light lit up. The jade-faced heavy building from Chuncao Hall did not appear on the stage, but sat leaning on the railing on the third floor of the building boat, with one hand propped up. She had a beautiful face, her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, her posture was extremely lazy, and a bunch of long black hair was fluttering in the night wind.

Suddenly he raised his left hand, and a delicate gourd appeared in his hand. He raised his head and took a big sip, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.

The audience in the audience immediately understood that this was playing the role of a drunk young man. Before he even started to move, this free and easy but naive and confused appearance was already extremely pleasing, which made people amazed and unconscious There was a sense of intimacy.

The audience became even quieter, so quiet that Pei Chuanlin could clearly hear his own heartbeat, beating fast.

Slowly, the flute sound began to play on the stage. It was an ethereal and clear sound, but the occasional transition brought some humor and mischievousness, which perfectly reflected the drunken mood of this beauty.

The sitting young man got up, stretching out his limp waist with an incomparable coquettish attitude, but it was completely different from the pretentiousness of ordinary young men, it was a very natural stretch after drunk, with some coquettishness emanating from his bones, Just this moment, an unknown number of people in the hall secretly swallowed their saliva.

His eyes opened, he was drunk in the haze, and he seemed aggrieved. It turned out that the gourd was dropped by mistake just now, and the gourd was already not far from the fence, illuminated by another beam of light.

Without hesitation, the young man turned over the railing, walked crookedly in two steps, and finally bent down to pick up his own gourd, shook it, and happily took a sip.

The lights on the stage suddenly turned on brightly, and exclamations of "Ah!!!" came from the audience.

It turned out that the place where the boy landed was just the tip of an open oil umbrella, and below were seven or eight similar umbrellas, which had not yet been opened, one on top of the other, tremblingly supporting the boy above.

Just above this seemingly unbelievably slender "umbrella" stick, in the eyes of everyone looking up, Chonglou, dressed in plain white gauze, started his toe dance, a pair of snow-like bare feet under the deep black umbrella Against the background of the face, all eyes cannot be moved away for a moment.

People are dancing on it, sometimes freehand and heroic, sometimes light and playful, the umbrella is swaying on the bottom, and occasionally a slight misalignment can cause a gasp, for fear that one will be so cute The beauty fell down.

But I don't know what that stunning beauty is made of, she is as light as catkins, and her balance is astonishingly good, no matter what posture she dances in, or even a somersault with her hand, the umbrella stick has been standing steadily, without the slightest hint of loss. There is no posture of collapsing.

Just when everyone was completely relieved and just admiring the beauty, suddenly there was a "click", and the second umbrella post below suddenly broke, and the umbrella stick fell apart, and the balance was lost immediately. The beauty on the umbrella tip seemed to be The fledgling that fell after being hit by the arrow seemed to be careless, but actually fell heavily on the stage.

There was a buzzing sound in the lobby immediately, and many people stood up unconsciously, staring blankly at what happened in front of them with shocked expressions on their faces.Xin Yi, who was hiding behind the stage, almost stopped beating. Is this a mistake in the performance?Or is there something wrong with the props?

He was present at the previous rehearsals. At the end of the show, the oil umbrellas below should be opened one by one, and then the heavy building will start to jump, controlling the separation of handles one after another, and the people will descend bit by bit. It was the result of such a sudden break and fall in mid-air.

In the midst of surprise, the sound of the flute did not stop because of this, but it seemed to rise slightly. The young man lying on the stage turned over leisurely, lying lazily on his side, raised the wine gourd in his left hand, took another sip, and then With a blurred smile on his face, he closed his eyes, as if Haitang had fallen into a spring sleep.

The sound of the flute dropped immediately, as if afraid of waking up the dreamer, and then gradually fell silent.

After resting for a few breaths, Chu Gui opened his eyes and stood up, saluted tonight's audience to express his gratitude, and the hall immediately resounded with various slapping sounds, applause, and countless flowers and fresh fruits It was thrown onto the stage, showing the love of those present.

Xin Yi quickly stepped onto the stage, stretched out his hand to support him, and looked down at the feet of his treasure tree. His left ankle was indeed red and swollen.

Such an unexpected event, Chonglou can actually control the ending, making others think it is a deliberate design link, this typhoon is too stable, but I don’t know if the selected ones can see it will have an adverse effect on votes.

Afraid of being seen as wrong, he squeezed out a smile to cover up, secretly helped him steady, and slowly went down into the cabin.

This is a place specially prepared for Chonglou to wash and change clothes. I didn't expect to bump into a strange young man, who was standing at the door and looking in blankly.

Turning around and seeing the two, his handsome face immediately turned red, Qiqi Ai Ai explained: "...I, I just saw that Chonglou's foot was hurt badly. I have medicine, uh, good medicine..."

Pei Chuanlin was really embarrassed, he had already found this place before he could react, why he came here, and what he could do when he came here, he still had no idea.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into the real master right away, and he took a sneak peek. The young man was a little more delicate and lively than the glimpse just now. At this moment, he seemed to be looking over with a slight smile. What made him say half of what he said was already Completely forgot what to say.