"You are so complimentary. This song was composed by Yurou herself. I don't deserve to be called you and make you laugh." Yurou smiled slightly and bowed to everyone.
Soon, Sister Hong, who I had met before, came on stage and said a blessing to all the guests:
"My family is Qingyuan Liao Hong, no need to introduce it. Yes, I believe you are all here for Miss Yurou. Tonight is Miss Yurou’s first flower-picking show, and the rules tonight are very simple. Girl Yurou will pose a question, and the person who successfully solves the question will be eligible to bid. . And Miss Yurou will judge the first, second and third place.”
“In the end, it’s not the highest bidder!” someone below said disdainfully.
"No, the first place awarded by Miss Yurou gets four points, the second place gets three points, and so on. The same is true for the bidders, except that the first place gets five points and the second place gets four points. The person with the highest overall score will win the Yurou Girl Red Flower," Liao Hong replied.
Xiao Yifeng didn’t expect that they were so good at playing and even took the lead in solving the problem. However, I think there must have been a preliminary candidate in private, and this question is just for the sake of being arty.
"Okay, please ask Miss Yurou to come up with the question quickly. I can't wait to kiss Fangze." Some impatient guests in the audience cheered, causing a group of men to laugh knowingly.
"Yurou thanks you all for your enthusiasm. I believe you have just heard that Nujia's song is incomplete. Yurou would like to ask you to help Nujia compose this song. Yurou will choose what you think "The most suitable candidate." Yurou smiled softly.
“Isn’t this trying to force others to do something difficult? We simply don’t know how to do it!” Below, some guests who didn’t know the music at all vented their dissatisfaction. But some people who were proficient in music were overjoyed, and a quarrel broke out between the two parties. Suddenly, the crowd was excited.
"Shut up! You don't know music, but you still want to kiss Fangze. You bunch of rubes." Prince Yun of that generation shouted angrily. But I don’t know why he is so confident. I don’t know if he is proficient in music or has other ideas.
The audience in the audience saw that the sound was coming from the VIP seats upstairs, and knew that the people in the VIP seats could not afford to offend them, so they had no choice but to be aggrieved.
"Please start, please play your music after a stick of incense." Yurou slowly sat down, and someone next to her brought a stick of incense and put it on the stage to start the timer. She gently He stirred the tea in front of him as if it had nothing to do with him.
Soon someone brought paper and pens to everyone, and some people in the audience scratched their heads. Some people think hard, while others write furiously. There were also some who didn't understand the music at all and were cursing.
Xiao Yifeng on the second floor shook his head. He knew what Yu Rou was thinking. Although Yurou looks weak, she is quite stubborn at heart. Since you can't choose your own feelings, you might as well choose someone you don't hate.
How could Yu Rou have imagined that some people might have already been pre-decided, such as that generation of Prince Yun. Xiao Yifeng believes that Prince Daiyun will definitely be on the list, no matter how bad his music is.
A stick of incense lasts a long timeGo over quickly, Xiao Yifeng has some free time to drink and watch the various expressions of the people below. Xiao Qing on the side couldn't help but asked curiously: "Didn't the young master come here for Miss Yurou? Why don't you compose a song?"
"That's because I am confident. Can the girl be trusted?" "No matter who comes tonight, I will take Miss Yurou away," Xiao Yifeng said with a smile.
"Young Master, it is too early to say this. Although Xiao Qing has confidence in Young Master, she is skeptical." Xiao Qing smiled softly. She knew the inside story and knew that there were some people who came. Prince Daiyun. Therefore, I didn't believe what Xiao Yifeng said.
"Well, if I fail to take Miss Yurou away, this banknote will belong to you tonight. If I am lucky enough to succeed in taking away Miss Yurou, what will happen to Miss Xiaoqing?" Xiao Yifeng joked road.
"If the young master can really take Miss Yurou away, the slave family is at your disposal." Xiao Qing leaned against Xiao Yifeng as softly as if there were no bones, and said with a charming look.
"You are quite cunning." Xiao Yifeng smiled bitterly, then gently put the pen on the paper and began to write down his score. Xiaoqing was grinding for him next to him.
The time of burning incense passed quickly, and everyone on the scene handed over their music scores. Xiao Yifeng's music was also handed in.
A thick stack of music scores was handed into Yurou's hands. She picked up the music scores and looked at them one by one. Occasionally, the songs that catch my eye are put aside, and the rest of the music is passed by.
Soon she took a fancy to a piece of music score. She was stunned and then solemnly put the music score aside.
Xiao Yifeng knew that the one she liked was not hers. I couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Soon Yurou turned to Xiao Yifeng's article, her delicate body trembled, and she stared at the music score in her hand. Then he looked up confusedly at Xiao Yifeng's seat.
Xiao Yifeng gently picked up the wine glass through the curtain and toasted her from a distance.
Everyone saw this strange situation, and Xiao Qing looked at Xiao Yifeng in shock. Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but blinked at her and smiled: "Are you ready to lose?"
Soon, Yurou stood up and said: "After some screening, Yurou selected four The more satisfactory songs are No. 8, No. 16, No. 18 and No. 25."
Such a result is not too surprising to Xiao Yifeng. He himself is number 25, and except for number 8, which is an ordinary seat, the others are VIP seats. Presumably, the mood of the guests in the ordinary seats was taken into consideration.
At this moment. Someone below said unconvincedly: "How do we know there is no inside story here? Three of the four people are in the VIP seats. There must be an inside story here. It's unfair."
"Yes, there are people in the VIP seats. It must have been cheating. It was written by a ghost."
Others started to boo when they saw someone taking the lead. Yu Rou did not expect this to happen. For a moment, I didn’t know how to do it well.
"Since you think it's unfair, then I'll let them playIchiban. What do you think? "Yurou said.
"Okay, just follow what Miss Yurou said. "The one who took the lead in the booing said.
Soon, someone offered a good piano to No. 8, who was sitting in the ordinary seats. He was a handsome young man who looked like a scholar.
The young man sat down gracefully and bowed his hands to everyone present. He was very handsome and presented himself, which won a round of applause from everyone present.
I saw him playing the piano with both hands. Using his five fingers, he played a melodious melody quickly. He was still crying in his hands. It was very sad to hear it. After the song was played, the whole audience cheered.
Then someone came to the VIP seat No. 16. When he was about to play, the people below yelled: "The curtains are still closed, who knows if I am playing it!" "
"That's good, then I'll get rid of this curtain. I'm making a fool of myself. "After that, someone lifted the curtain of the VIP seat No. 16, revealing a heroic man inside.
I saw him with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, handsome and extraordinary. Who is Zhang Tianzhi if not that? There was someone just behind him. Followed by a burly man, it was his general.
Xiao Yifeng did not expect to meet so many acquaintances here in one day, and he was dumbfounded for a moment.
Zhang Tianzhi lowered his head slightly. Everyone nodded slightly, and then began to play the strings. His method was no different from that of the scholar, except that the tune was more melodious, revealing the hope for life.
After the song was played, no one played again. There was no doubt about his qualifications.
But when the boy holding the piano came to the VIP seat No. 18, there was a sound of dissatisfaction from the VIP seat
<. p>"Go away, why should I show my face? Can't I just play through the curtain? "Prince Daiyun said."Tsk, are you afraid to show your face because you don't have real talent and learning? "No. 20, who was in the VIP seat opposite, mocked.
"It must be cheating. "
"That's right, it's not certain whether he can play the piano or not. ”
Others also booed.