"You are so complimentary. This song was composed by Yurou herself. I don't deserve to be called you, and it makes you laugh." Yurou smiled slightly and bowed to everyone.
Soon, Sister Hong, whom I had met before, came on stage and said a blessing to all the guests:
"The slave family is Qingyuan Liao Hong. No introduction is needed. I believe you are all here for Miss Yurou. Tonight is Miss Yurou's first flower-picking show, and the rules tonight are also very simple. Miss Yurou will appear. One question, the one who successfully solves it will be qualified to bid. And the first, second and third place will be judged by Miss Yurou."
"After all, it's not the one who pays the highest price!" someone below said disdainfully.
"No, the first place judged by Miss Yurou gets four points, the second place gets three points, and so on. The same is true for the bidders, but the first place gets five points, the second place gets four points. In the end, the one with the highest overall score Get the red flower from Miss Yurou." 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 the most suitable candidate in her mind." Yurou smiled softly.
"Isn't this trying to force others to do something difficult? We don't know how to do it!" Some guests below, 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 the 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 the sound coming from the VIP seats upstairs, and knew that the people in the VIP seats could not be offended, so they had no choice but to be aggrieved.
"Please start, please play your music after a stick of incense." Yurou slowly sat down. Someone next to her brought a stick of incense and put it on the stage to start the timer. She gently stirred the tea in front of her. , as if it had nothing to do with him.
Soon someone brought paper and pens to everyone, and everyone 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 Yurou 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 Yurou have thought 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 passed quickly, and Xiao Yifeng had 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'm confident. Can the girl be trusted? No matter who comes tonight, I will definitely 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 still skeptical." Xiao Qing smiled softly. She knew the inside story and knew that one of the visitors was Prince Daiyun. Therefore, I didn't believe what Xiao Yifeng said.
"Well, if I fail to take away Miss Yurou, this bank note 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.
"If the young master can really take Miss Yurou away, the slave family will be at your disposal." Xiao Qing leaned on Xiao Yifeng as softly as if there were no bones, and said with a charming look.
"You're a cunning guy." Xiao Yifeng smiled bitterly and gently started writing his score on the paper. Xiaoqing was grinding for him next to him.
A stick of 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 fell in love with a piece of music score, and she was stunned, and then she 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 in confusion at the seat where Xiao Yifeng was.
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 songs that are more satisfactory, namely No. 8, No. 16, No. 18 and No. 25."
Such a result was 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 time. 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 some inside story here. It's unfair."
"Yes, the person in the VIP seat must have cheated and ghostwritten."
When the others saw someone taking the lead, they started to make noises. Yu Rou did not expect such a situation 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 play. What do you think?" Yurou said.
"Okay, just follow what Miss Yurou said." The leader said.
Soon someone served 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 was unceremonious, sat down gracefully, and bowed his hands to everyone present. He was very personable and very good-looking. He won a burst of applause from everyone present.
I saw his hands playing the piano, his five fingers gently plucking, and the melodious melody was played from his fingertips.
He quickly finished playing Yurou's part, and then continued playing. The melody of Yurou is more sad, but in his hands it still makes people cry. It was very sad to hear this. After the song was played, the whole hall cheered.
Then someone held the piano and went to the VIP seat No. 16. Just when guest No. 16 was about to play, the people below shouted: "The curtains are still closed, who knows if he is playing it!"
"That's good, then I'll get rid of this curtain. It's embarrassing for me." After saying 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, and he was extremely handsome. Who is that Zhang Tianzhi? Behind him was a burly man, who was his general.
Xiao Yifeng didn't expect to meet so many acquaintances here in one day, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.
Zhang Tianzhi lowered his head slightly and nodded slightly to the people below, and then began to pluck the strings. His approach was no different from that of the scholar, except that the tune was more melodious, revealing his hope for life.
After the song was played, no one had any doubts about his qualifications.
But when the boy holding the piano arrived at the VIP seat No. 18, there was a sound of dissatisfaction from the VIP seat No. 18.
"Go away, why should I show my face? Can't I just play through the curtain?" Prince Dai Yun said.
"Tch, you don't dare 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.
