This stupid thought made her quickly plunge herself into a situation where she couldn't tell the village before and the shop.
It’s too high to climb, I can’t get down...
The silk is too soft to control...
As long as Qingchuan hovered between the few red silks, he tried to maintain his balance first.
"This dance is really strange."
"Yes. But her singing is so beautiful, and her dance must be extraordinary."
Seeing that the emotions of those people underneath rose again, Jiu Yiniang felt the opportunity to be unmissable, and yelled, "This song should only be found in the sky. How many times are there in the world. Hey! Dear guest officials, you can comment on it, in the end. how is everything?"
The voice is not over yet.
The crowd spurred by the freshness has already swarmed, throwing flowers in the flower basket that was just taken out to represent Qingchuan.
The situation reversed, and the original words that were only one step away from the Oiran lady were stunned.
Seeing the people who had originally supported themselves turned back, they said they wanted to say something, but were speechless, they could only slightly raise their heads, and glanced at the strange woman who was wrapped in a red dress wrapped in a ribbon.
Qingchuan, who was struggling with those ribbons, obviously didn't realize the chaos he caused.
All she knows is... It's over, it's going to fall again, the shaking is too strong, and the ribbon breaks with a "Zila".
No one could see how embarrassed she fell, and no one could see her powerless state of being unable to return home. Everyone thought her landing was just the end of this strange dance.
"Come on, girl." Jiu Yiniang hurriedly helped her up, "Congratulations on being the oiran of our dream fairy house!"
Cheers, congratulations, these Qingchuan didn't want to hear them at all.
Looking at the boiling crowd, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she whispered to the eldest sister who looked like an old bustard next to her, "I ask you, what year is it now?"