The Oiran Competition is one of the grandest ceremonies in Kyoto. It attracts countless dignitaries from all walks of life, both above and below the ground. There is no referee or scoring. In other words, the referee is just the cheers and shouts of the people on the shore and the flowers thrown. Tonight, only the person who can win the highest shouts from everyone present can become the well-deserved oiran.
The first tall building boat upstream slowly sailed into the lake in front of Tongque Tower, and the vocal music rose. The dancers on the building boat began to dance to the music, and the leader of the dance was the top performer from Fengyue Tower. With her pure face and white shirt, and her colorful fan flowing, she looks like an immortal or a spirit, like an elf at night, as if she is coming from a dream. There is a full moon in the sky, and the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrists and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes she lightly relaxes her hands. The fan in her hands is folded and held, like a pen moving around like a dragon painting a painting, her jade sleeves are rustling, elegant and quiet. The sound of music is clear and calm in my ears, the folding fan in my hand is like a wonderful pen, like silk, like a string, the flowing water moves like a flying dragon, like a phoenix, like a phoenix.
After the singing and dancing ended, shouts and praises were heard all around, and flowers fell like rain. The woman bowed Yingying to the Tongque Tower. It's a pity that the king is not there. But to whom do you worship?
Then the second building boat came from upstream, and it was from Baihua Tower. There was only one girl on the balcony, with black hair in a princess bun, with a beaded flower hairpin on the bun, with tassels hanging down, and her face was like jade. With picturesque eyebrows and star-like eyes, she wore a long blue long-sleeved snow gauze cross-neck dress with floor-length long sleeves embroidered with delicate light blue patterns. The breeze blew through her sleeves and fluttered her black hair. She sat quietly in front of the jade table, holding a five-stringed harp in her hand. Her beautiful face was dyed with the dreamy color of fairyland, without a trace of mundane tackiness. Green and green jade fingers are playing on the piano wires, and the meandering, sultry and emotional sound of the piano flows out like water, and it is gentle to the ears. The people in the audience seemed to be led into an ecstatic dream, unable to extricate themselves.
After the song ended, everyone woke up from their dreams. The shouts and praises from all around were louder than before, and flowers rained down from the sky.
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When the last boat came on stage, it was from the Fairy Pavilion, and then the soul-stirring flute sound was raised. The long sleeves of the girls danced, and countless delicate petals flew gently between the sky and the earth. The refreshing fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating. . The hundreds of beauties looked like blooming flower buds, spreading around. In the rain of flowers, a beautiful girl in white appeared like an orchid in the empty valley. With her light, graceful and erratic dance, her broad long sleeves fluttered. It is melodious and brings out her beautiful appearance in all kinds of manners.
Everyone looked at her graceful dance in fascination, almost forgetting to breathe.
At this time, the sound of the flute suddenly became louder, and the girl used her right foot as the axis. Gently swing her long sleeves, and her delicate body will rotate faster and faster.
Suddenly it flew up from the ground. Hundreds of beauties gathered in a circle, waving their jade hands, and dozens of blue ribbons fluttered out, as if blue waves were rising. The girl flew into the air above the waves, with her jade feet tapping lightly and her sleeves fluttering, like a fairy on the waves. .
Before it was over, there were loud shouts and praises everywhere, and the sky was filled with flowers like a sea of flowers. It was obvious who the oiran was at this moment.
After the flute dance ended, the woman's name was Yinji. She did not bow in the direction of Tongque Tower, but in the opposite direction. That is the direction of Ye Feng
The oiran is the first among flowers, that is, the king of flowers, and will only worship one other king.
Ren Xiaojin looked at the beauty of these women, especially the last one who had far surpassed herself, and Ye Feng standing next to her was their king. If Ye Feng was willing, they would definitely be more willing.
Ren Xiaojin was happy that Ye Feng could bring her to the city that never sleeps and accompany her. She was very happy, but she also regretted having been to this place and felt sad. She looked at Ye Feng dreamingly. This man had done too much for her and sacrificed too much. She could no longer continue to be willful. She had to thank him and thank him for everything he had done for her.
And Ye Feng seemed to feel something at this moment and turned back to look at her,
Ren Xiaojinbei bit her lips, then smiled stubbornly, commanding the corners of her mouth to rise,
"I'm very happy tonight, thank you... thank you"
The next moment, Ye Feng's fingers brushed Ren Xiaojin's cheek, taking away the tears from the corners of her eyes. At this time, Ren Xiaojin realized that she was crying unsatisfactorily.
But at this time, seven huge fireworks rose from the Tongque Tower in the distance, blooming in the air, forming seven huge and long-lasting characters, which were "Happy Birthday to the Princess" in order.
Ren Xiaojin was stunned. Today was indeed his birthday. His father didn't remember it, and neither did his mother. But the man in front of him had never told him, but he knew it. Tears are like a flood that is about to burst.
Ye Feng slowly approached Ren Xiaojin, gently hugged her waist with his left hand, and disappeared. A huge rotating ball of cloud and mist appeared in front of the throne on the Tongque Terrace. The next moment, the mist dispersed, revealing the figures of Ye Feng and Ren Xiaojin. The young man in white clothes holds the girl in white around her waist, like a couple of gods and goddesses.
Jiang Yu and Fatty stood up and looked back to bow to the throne. Then everyone on the Tongque Tower, on the shore of the lake, and even the entire Evernight City bowed to the King of the whole world with their own etiquette. Yinji also bowed to Wang Yingying at this moment.
Ye Feng waved his hand, and the originally dim river bank began to practice. Countless Kong Ming lanterns are rising slowly in various places in the city that never sleeps. The lights of thousands of houses are lighting up the sky, and the sky is filled with brilliant fireworks. The entire night sky is like a night sky filled with fiery trees and silver flowers, filled with brilliance.
The shouts from all places in the Evernight City gathered together and sounded as if they were about to break through the sky and the earth.
There are everyone on the Tongque Tower and by the lakeside; "I wish the princess a happy birthday."
There was a child who had just squeezed in with her asking for candy paintings; "Happy birthday, big sister."
There is the owner of a shooting stand that was bloodbathed before; "Happy birthday to my sister-in-law Liang"
A goldfish stall owner who suffered a huge loss said, "Happy birthday, little girl, please try another one next time."
There are also the proprietresses of food stalls who make a lot of money and say, "Happy birthday, kid!"
More people in the roadside market couldn't help themselves when they saw the big characters "Happy Birthday to the Princess" hanging in the sky and the two people who looked like a couple of gods and goddesses standing on the splendid Tongque Tower. They put their feet down and sent blessings "Happy birthday to you". Some even whistled and shouted "Happy birthday".
The huge sound of blessings in the sky above the city that never sleeps seems to be condensing into substance.
Ye Feng held Ren Xiaojin's hand and sat on the throne. At this time, the vocal music gradually started in the Tongque Tower, because this was the main show of the evening, and all the oirans in the city that never sleeps performed dances for the princess's birthday.
The people on the lake were once again enchanted by the graceful dance.
In the eyes of Oiran Otohime, the man who turned the world upside down with his tears for his lover, the man who took the Oiran competition as a gift, just kept looking at his lover quietly and never looked at herself.
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When everyone came back to their senses, the king and princess had already left.
