The beauty contest officially began, and a huge Chinese character "Dance" appeared on the Wutong platform, causing the people below to cheer.
According to the results of the draw, Qing'an City was the first to appear, followed by Pingwen City, Yinshuang City, Jinhai City, then Doumei City, Anyu City, and Mu Zixiao's Weiyang City was the last one to appear.
This lottery cannot be said to be good or bad, it is just a "dance" in the beauty contest. There is a consensus that if the last one to appear does not amaze everyone, the loss will be ugly, because the fatigue and comparison of watching for a long time will make the contest more difficult. Mei Cheng is tired of these outsiders.
Nie Daiyu confidently held the first lot, raised the corner of her mouth, stood up and cupped her hands, and said confidently: "This time, I, Qing'an City, can get the first lot because of your care. Today, I, Qing'an City's Ouyang family, Ouyang Lan, will perform a dance. It’s called ‘Flying’.”
"The Ouyang family, is it the Ouyang family that has not yet left the hermit?"
"According to legend, their ancestors became immortals through dancing."
"As expected of Qing'an City, we came prepared."
The old scholars in Doumei City whispered and spoke highly of the Ouyang family.
I saw a man in white leaping up from the left side of the Wutong Terrace. He was tall and slender, danced lightly, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked very romantic.
Mu Zixiao did not expect that the first person to come up to dance was a man. However, when he saw Ouyang Lan, his dancing posture was sometimes as vigorous as the scorching sun, and sometimes as smooth as flowing water.
As the music plays, he slides and jumps like a stream flowing down, which is amazing.
Fei Liu, who was originally unable to be represented, was expressed vividly and delicately with his dancing posture. Mu Zixiao couldn't help but sigh, such a dancing posture was worthy of the Ouyang family who became immortals through dancing.
The more Nie Daiyu watched, the more satisfied she became. However, she had watched this dance no more than ten times, and it was no longer fresh. So she carefully looked at everyone's faces, looked at Mu Zixiao's expressions of appreciation, and looked at the city lords of Jinhai City and Yinshuang City. His brows were furrowed, but his heart was filled with joy.
When the Ouyang family takes action, this is not as easy as a dance.
After the dance ended, the people in the Wutong Stage kept cheering. Even some old scholars in Doumei City couldn't sit still. They stood up excitedly and shouted, "Wonderful, wonderful! As expected of Qing'an City! As worthy of the Ouyang family!"
With Ouyang Lan's pearls in front, the subsequent dances performed by people sent by Pingwen City, Yinshuang City, and Jinhai City were not enough to watch.
It's not that their people are bad, but Ouyang Lan's "Fei Liu" is too outstanding and unforgettable. Even the people sent by Doumei City as the host are not as good as the ones above.
Just when Nie Daiyu felt that the victory was within her grasp, Qi Han laughed three times, stood up, walked down the Wutong Terrace, and pulled out a person from the sedan carried by the Anyu City guards.
The man who was pulled out was a man with gold-wire anklets on his feet. The anklets were still jingling when he was pulled out. His hair was disheveled and he didn't even wear any intact clothes.
Qi Han was smug, "This is the Queen of Dance Saint, Murong Zheng!"
As soon as these words came out, countless people stood up and looked blankly at the destitute young man.
Although people who practice dancing do not need to be stunningly beautiful, they must have good looks. Murong Zheng is one of the best.
As an outsider, Mu Zixiao didn't know the Dance Saint or who Murong Zheng was, but seeing the excitement in the crowd, he turned his head with some curiosity and saw Nie Daiyu's face turned livid, looking at Murong Zheng in Qi Han's hands fiercely.
Jade Cat intimately conveyed the message: "The so-called Dancing Saint should be a figure who appeared in the past hundred years. According to the name Murong, he should be the previous generation of the lord of Doumei City. The current lord of Doumei City, the Duan family, rebelled against the throne."
The crowd's reaction obviously pleased Qi Han, so he pulled the weak Murong Zheng onto the Wutong Terrace and said as he walked, "They say that if you have Murong Wu, there will be no Ouyang. The trump card prepared by City Lord Nie is this." Wasn't it broken by me?
It seems that the Murong family has a connection with Doumei City. If it weren't for the Duan City Lord's family to turn the tide, how could Murong Zheng end up working as a dancer in the Anyu City City Lord's Mansion. "
What he said was not without arrogance, but he was Qi Han from Anyu City, and for a while, no one dared to refute.
"Go, dance your Chaiyue dance well, otherwise, your sister will be sent to the ancestor immediately." Qi Han threw him on the stage.
