Off the stage, Beitang Ye pretended not to see Nangong Yudie's eager gaze. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. After putting down the teacup, he raised his head and looked at the sky, where several birds spread their wings and flew overhead.
Suddenly, a black object fell from the sky. It was the feces of one of the flying birds. Bei Tangye took the teacup on the table. However, this teacup was not used by him, but by Nangong sitting on his right.
Jade teacup.
Bei Tangye opened the lid of the teacup, caught the bird droppings accurately, and then put the teacup back on the table as if nothing had happened.
Nangong Yu's eyes stayed on the performance stage. He saw Nangong Yudie's extremely disappointed look. After all, she was his imperial sister and couldn't bear it. He turned his head, looked at Beitang Ye and said with a smile: "Prince Qi,
Is your sister's piano skills still impressive to your ears?"
"Not bad." Bei Tangye half-squinted his eyes and stared at the table, praying in his heart that Nangong Yu would quickly pick up the teacup and drink tea.
"If it's okay, why is Prince Qi so stingy and reluctant to give even a single flower?" Nangong Yu's heart still went to her imperial sister, and she began to ask Beitang Ye for flowers on her behalf.
"My hands are empty and I am powerless." Beitang Ye spread his hands and smiled helplessly.
At the right time, the number of flowers received by Nangong Yudie had been counted, and the master of ceremonies sang loudly, "The total number of flowers received by Miss Nangong Yudie is 2,500."
After the etiquette officer reported the number, Bei Tangye turned his head and glanced at Tie Yi. Tie Yi flashed and left the venue for the oiran competition.
Not receiving the flowers from Beitangye, Nangong Yudie was disappointed and resigned from the stage.
The talent show continued. After listening to Nangong Yudie's immersive song "Mountains and Flowing Water", the performances of the following beauties seemed too bland.
Under the performance stage, Beitang Ye sat lazily on a chair, and the bright sunshine poured warmly on his body, making him drowsy.
"Now, it's the turn of the last girl, Miss Lu Wushuang, to perform. Everyone applauds."
Finally, when the master of ceremonies announced the last beauty to come on stage, as soon as he heard the name "Lu Wushuang", Bei Tangye seemed to have been given a shot of blood. He sat up straight and immediately became energetic. He raised his hands and clapped vigorously to welcome her.
When Bei Tangye clapped his hands, the Yuezhou City magistrate immediately followed suit and thought to himself, it seems that the girl that Prince Qi wants to admire is this girl named Lu Wushuang.
When the prefect of Yuezhou clapped his hands, the wealthy businessmen, country squires, officials, and some lower-ranking officials in the rows behind him also clapped their hands.
For a time, the venue for the Oiran Competition was filled with thunderous applause and excitement.
The warm applause aroused the jealousy of several other women backstage, and strange and sarcastic voices continued to float out.
"This guy hasn't even come on stage yet, but there are so many people cheering for him. I really don't know what kind of flattering tricks he used?" A woman in Fenyi, who had the least money, said with jealousy in her eyes.
"Sister Bi, you are so naive and simple. If this woman wants a man to flatter you, there is only one way?" A woman wearing a bright red dress and rich makeup said sourly.
"What method?" the girl in pink clothes, known as Sister Bi, asked shamelessly.
"Isn't it just a matter of climbing into men's beds and serving them until they feel comfortable, then those men will naturally be willing to support her." A very seductive-looking woman with half exposed breasts and a golden chrysanthemum on her head added.
She is Feng Xianer, the top girl in Fenghua Tower. Currently, she ranks second in the number of flowers she has received, which is a full 1,500 flowers less than Nangong Yudie, who is the first.
Unpalatable words kept coming into Lu Wushuang's ears, and her cold eyes were like two sharp ice knives, sweeping across the faces of those talkative women one by one with a strong murderous aura.
The air-conditioning was blowing wildly backstage, and the women suddenly fell silent. They sat in front of the dressing table one by one, pretending to take off their clothes, and no one dared to say another word.
"Not everyone has the ability to find a man to support themselves in the Oiran Competition. Instead of being envious and jealous here, you eight ladies should learn from Miss Nangong and find a rich brother who can make a thousand dollars at a time.
A flower." When Lu Wushuang said these words, he deliberately turned his eyes towards Feng Xian'er, the woman who qualified to enter the finals.
Sure enough, after listening to Lu Wushuang's words, Feng Xian'er whispered a few words to Xiao Wen, the maid who was changing her makeup. Xiao Wen trotted out of the backstage.
After Lu Wushuang said these words, she walked slowly to the performance stage. Her expression was calm, her pace was calm, and there was no trace of nervousness at all.
On the performance stage, there is a writing desk and the Four Treasures of the Study.
"You, come up."
Lu Wushuang walked to the desk, raised his hand, pointed his slender jade finger at Beitang Ye, then hooked his finger towards him and said in a commanding tone.
There was a gasp in the audience.
This woman must be too courageous, she dares to point directly at Prince Qi.
Probably having guessed what Lu Wushuang was planning to do, Bei Tangye smiled coquettishly and proudly. He pushed his black hair behind him and cast a sideways look at Nangong Yu. He looked back and saw Beitang.
Ye stepped forward, as light as a swallow, and landed on the performance stage.
"Shuang girl, you have to make me more handsome." Bei Tangye, who was full of evil spirits, walked to the bookcase gracefully and calmly, looked at Lu Wushuang with a smile across the bookcase, and asked.
"If you want me to paint you better, you have to cooperate and sit over." Lu Wushuang pointed to the large bathtub that had just been carried to the performance stage. There were some golden petals scattered on the side of the bathtub.
Looking at the props used for painting, Bei Tangye's face darkened, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
After hesitating for a moment, he still walked towards the big bathtub very cooperatively. As soon as he took two steps, Lu Wushuang's sinister voice floated from behind, "Remember, you have to show one shoulder."
"Shuang girls, don't go too far." Bei Tangye shuddered, walked back to Lu Wushuang, and warned in a low voice.
However, Bei Tangye's warning had no effect at all, and was eaten up by Lu Wushuang instead.
"If you don't want to, forget it. Let someone else come in. I believe Nangong Yu is willing to help. His face, as moist as jade and 100% pure, will definitely be better when painted." Lu Wushuang stimulated Bei Tangye at the same time.
, his eyes moved, and he glanced at Nangong Yu with charming eyes.
Bei Tangye made a move, blocking Lu Wushuang's view, and whispered: "Don't allow that Nanbarbarian to come up, and don't allow you to think about that Nanbarbarian in your mind." The words of warning were full of sourness.
"Okay, I'm just teasing you. Just sit by the bathtub where the petals are scattered." Lu Wushuang chuckled and whispered.
Bei Tangye breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he was very willing to take off his clothes in front of Lu Wushuang, even if it was all naked. But that would be for her to enjoy behind closed doors, and for everyone to enjoy with her in public.
Completely two different things.
The sky is high, the clouds are clear, and the breeze is blowing.
Bei Tangye sat leaning against the tub, with one foot bent and the other straight. The breeze blew his black hair like a waterfall, fluttering slightly in the wind. Beside his feet were golden chrysanthemums, spreading in the sun.
It emits a dazzling light, making the yellow color even more dazzling.
Half an hour passed, and Bei Tangye remained in this posture without moving for a moment.
Everyone in the audience was astonished, wondering who Lu Wushuang was? She was able to make the current Prince Qi sit on the floor for her without moving.
In front of the writing desk, Lu Wushuang sometimes raised his head to glance at Bei Tangye, and sometimes buried his head in painting with concentration.
The sun is high in the sky and it is already noon.
"Okay, you can get up now." Lu Wushuang put down the wolf hair in his hand and said with a smile towards Beitang Ye.
I saw Bei Tangye getting up and preparing to run to the desk. However, he kept the same posture for too long and his feet became numb. As soon as he got halfway up, he fell back again.
Tie Yi in the audience really couldn't bear to see his master's miserable appearance, so he scurried to the performance stage, picked up Bei Tangye and walked to the bookcase.
On the rice paper, it was Bei Tangye who was drawn, but the bathtub he was leaning against was replaced by a big stone, the shape of which was exactly the same as the big stone Lu Wushuang had in Luoqi Courtyard.
The sky is blue and the clouds are beautiful, chrysanthemums are scattered all over the ground. The beautiful man is sitting against the stone, his expression is lazy and evil, his eyes are deep but full of tenderness and doting, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is evil but gentle.
"Shuang girls, this painting was given to me." Beitangye was very satisfied with the painting and asked for it.
"Originally I made it for you. However, before I give it to you, I have to let everyone appreciate it. Otherwise, how can I get everyone to throw the flowers on the stage willingly." Lu Wushuang, who was wearing a long black dress, smiled lightly.
This smile is like the beginning of a lotus blossom, elegant and noble, intoxicating.
"This is a painting you made specifically for me. They are not qualified to appreciate it. As for throwing flowers on the stage, they are even less qualified. Because I am the only one qualified to send your flowers." Beitang Ye said carefully.
He rolled up Lu Wushuang's painting, and his domineering tone suddenly became as gentle as water, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose."
After finishing his words, Beitang Ye glanced at Tie Yi. Tie Yi shouted, "Present flowers."
Twenty-five young girls, each holding a handful of golden chrysanthemums, each holding exactly one hundred flowers, totaling no more than 2,500 flowers were placed on the performance stage.
Under the stage, the Yuezhou Prefect saw a woman presenting flowers. Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he stood up and walked to the performance stage. When he was about to present the flowers to flatter him, he was shot with a sharp look by Beitang Ye. The Yuezhou Prefect
With a tremor of his body, he retracted his outstretched hand and sat back on the chair with his head lowered. However, the squires, officials, and wealthy businessmen who were eager to try and present flowers to flatter him all gave up the idea.
Everyone lowered their heads, looked at the flowers that could not be presented, and looked at each other in despair.
"Give it to you." On the performance stage, Bei Tangye didn't know when a gorgeous flower suddenly appeared in his hand. With extremely affectionate eyes and a magnetic and charming voice, he handed the flower in his hand to Lu Wushuang.