Meng Yushu felt that this bet could be basically scrapped, because it was impossible for anyone to take off Yun Qingwu's veil. However, when he thought of the tone he had just received, he felt a little unwilling to accept it.
No matter what, you have to try, and if it doesn't work, think of other ways.
Unexpectedly, the Hundred Flowers Cultural Festival in Huai'an County would actually attract Yun Qingwu to participate
It’s incredible…
what is the reason behind the scene
…
Yan Xiu glanced at the slowly approaching boat, but his expression did not change at all. He seemed to have seen it, but he seemed not to have seen it.
It was only when the boat reached the riverside that he seemed to remember something and adjusted his sitting posture.
The young man sitting next to him had his legs crossed at the moment.
Then, he slowly leaned back and narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy the breeze blowing by the river and the fragrance of flowers blooming all around.
Yan Xiu didn't speak, and the young man also didn't speak.
The two people were sitting in different postures, which looked very awkward.
When the talented people around saw this scene, they were relatively speechless.
It was so incongruous to see these two people sitting together in front of them, but they just sat together like this, and they seemed to be in peace with each other.
Weird, too weird!
…
The talents who came to the Baihua Wenhui were naturally targeting flowers. Although Yan Xiu and the young man could get their attention for a while, it was impossible for a group of talents to stare at two men all the time, right
What's more, the painting boat covered with gold silk satin finally stopped.
However, the people on the boat had no intention of coming down. However, even so, the Baihua Wenhui was obviously more lively.
The talented people cheered and shouted Yun Qingwu's name loudly. A few of them even brought in their writing cases and started writing on the spot.
Either painting, writing poems, or writing inscriptions, it seems very lively.
The Baihua Wenhui is a gathering for talents to communicate before the Taoist examination, so there is no special judgment. The rules are very straightforward. After the talents perform, the talents put the flowers into the flower basket in front of the talents, and the oiran is selected.
Although simple, it is also fair and open.
"Boom!"
With the sound of the gong, the Baihua Cultural Conference officially began.
Then, some talented girls began to perform on the stage. Each of them wore bright long skirts, played the piano, or performed dances. Some of them came on stage and wrote a few short poems, which aroused the interest of the talented people in reciting poems.
Yan Xiu's eyes were always as calm as water.
The young man watched it with great interest, and from time to time he gave out a few inappropriate cheers, which attracted scorn from the talented people around him.
"Mountain country bumpkin!"
"Quality!"
"I'm so ashamed to be with this person!"
Naturally, the young man couldn't hear the curses in other people's stomachs. He looked very leisurely, listening to music, eating and drinking, and his appetite was obviously very good.
Finally, the flowers in front were almost finished singing, and the boat that had been parked by the river also started to move.
The boat door opened slightly, and two rows of girls wearing uniform green skirts came out neatly, followed by two girls wearing gold silk skirts.
After everyone lined up neatly under the boat, an exquisite figure finally walked out slowly from the boat.
Wearing an elegant sky blue dress, a few snow-white peonies are printed on the skirt. On top of her head, a mirror-shaped beaded flower like a golden moon is worn on her head. Under the beaded flower, her beautiful long black hair falls directly to her head. The waist is exactly level with the golden-purple belt around her waist, highlighting the woman's beautiful figure.
It's a pity that a black gauze veil covered the woman's face, but it also highlighted the woman's beautiful skin as white as snow...
With a gentle step, a pair of long boots with rusty gold threads wrapped the woman's lotus feet, and she walked slowly to the riverside.
Then, go straight to the stage.
So far…
All the talented people below the platform had completely quieted down, staring blankly at the woman who was stepping onto the platform. Everyone's eyes were shining with blazing light.
Of course, there are exceptions.
For example, Yan Xiu, who was sitting in the front, still had a frosty look on his face, and the young man sitting next to Yan Xiu was still nibbling fruits.
"Little girl Yun Qingwu, you are showing off your ugliness!" A voice as clear and clear as a nightingale came out. Yun Qingwu lowered his head slightly and gave a blessing to the talented people. His posture was elegant and his temperament was outstanding.
"Okay!" A burst of cheerful applause from the young people in the audience instantly brought the talented people who were stunned by this scene back to reality.
Beautiful things are always pursued.
Naturally, no one will look down upon anyone who interrupts a beautiful dream.
All the talented people looked at the young man with angry expressions, and some of them were already gearing up. If they hadn't seen Yan Xiu sitting next to the young man, I'm afraid this matter would have gone badly wrong.
Yun Qingwu looked at the young man, but there was no change in her brows. Instead, she turned her body slightly and gave the young man another blessing.
"Yun Qingwu, thank you young master!" She showed her dignity and dignity.
"You're welcome, I just don't know what song Qingwu girl has composed today?" The young man's dark eyes looked at Yun Qingwu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a devilish smile.
"I didn't expect that the young master is also the one in the song. The little girl's song today is called "Jian Jia"." Yun Qingwu replied softly, there was no trace of disdain in her eyes, but she was very respectful.
"Jianjia?" The young man nodded and said no more.
However, the talented people around him showed a burst of contempt.
When I saw the young man asking Yun Qingwu, I thought he would have something to say, but in the end he just nodded and didn't express any opinions
However, after despising young people, the talents became excited again. Yun Qingwu used "Jian Jia" as the lyrics. Doesn't this express the melancholy and anguish of pursuing the love but not being able to achieve it
It really makes people feel pity for such a strange woman who suffers from not being able to find the one she loves.
"I will choose Yun Qingwu as the oiran this time!" A talented man sitting in the front row walked out first and came to the flower basket with Yun Qingwu written on it, ready to insert the flowers in his hand into it.
Unfortunately, he was still a step slower, because there was a talented man who ran faster.
In a flash, he arrived in front of the flower basket, and the flowers in his hand were given priority over the talented man. As soon as the flowers were put into the basket, the talented man turned red and almost went crazy: "Hahaha... I am the first!"
When the other talents saw it, they all panicked, stood up from their chairs one after another, and rushed to the foot of the high platform crazily, rushing to put the flowers in their hands into the baskets, for fear of being delayed.
Thus, the oiran of Baihua Cultural Society was born without any suspense...
"Do you have any quality? You haven't performed yet? Why don't you... Oh my god!" The young man sitting in the front row played with the flowers in his hand and snorted with disdain.