"Thank you." Lu Wu's eyes were filled with a smile, and she happily took the flower. At this moment, her heart beat like thunder, her heart was filled with happiness, and she was moved.
Backstage, Nangong Yudie looked at the flowers on the stage, especially the flower in Lu Wu's hands that was sent by Beitang Ye personally. She kept pulling the petals in her hands, and her dark eyes were filled with thick
of jealousy.
"I didn't expect that Prince Qi would be such a romantic person. He even gave flowers in such a domineering manner. Miss Lu is so happy." In the background, another woman in green clothes looked at the scene on the performance stage with her smart black eyes.
Said enviously.
This sentence undoubtedly aroused Nangong Yudie's jealousy even more. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must win the finals and then put forward conditions to force Lu Wushuang to leave Beitang Ye, so that he could have the opportunity to enter Beitang Ye's heart.
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The sky is clear and crisp, and the clouds are white.
I really didn’t want to disturb the couple on the stage, but the result of the competition still had to be announced. The emcee stepped onto the stage and announced loudly: "The total number of flowers that Miss Lu Wushuang received in the end was 2,501.
Leading by one flower, she ranked first in the preliminaries. The second place in the preliminaries was Miss Nangong Yudie, with 2,500 flowers, and the third place was Miss Feng Xian'er, with 988 flowers.
Please three girls go down and prepare for the finals later."
Lu Wu held the flower personally sent by Bei Tangye in his hands and walked backstage with a happy smile on his lips.
When Lu Wushuang stepped into the dressing room backstage, Nangong Yudie gave her a fierce look and walked out of the backstage. The other women looked at her with jealousy and reluctance.
Because of the painting she made in the preliminaries, no one in the world has seen it except herself and Bei Tangye. Who knows whether her painting is good or bad?
Ignoring everyone's strange looks, Lu Wushuang calmly walked to the changing room and put on the clothes he would wear for the upcoming final performance.
When she came out after changing her clothes, Feng Xianer had already changed her clothes and put on makeup, and was sitting on the dressing table waiting for her performance. Except for Liu Hexiang, who was the first to perform in the preliminaries, the other women were still there.
After leaving the backstage, I probably went to the front to watch the excitement.
"Miss Lu, do you need me to help you put on your makeup?" Seeing Lu Wushuang elegantly walking out of the dressing room, Liu Hexiang moved slightly behind her and asked fawningly.
"Thank you, no need."
The polite, cold and distant tone made Liu Hexiang embarrassed. She smiled and left the backstage in disappointment.
Lu Wushuang put on her makeup quietly facing the dressing table. On the performance stage, the emcee's loud voice floated into the backstage.
"The finals of the Oiran Competition are about to begin. For the sake of fairness, some changes have been made to the rules of throwing flowers in the finals. After all three girls have finished their performances, everyone will throw flowers to the girl they support. Now please invite the first one.
Miss Feng Xianer is going to perform, get ready."
As the emcee's voice fell, Feng Xian'er stood up from the dressing table, twisted her waist and walked towards the performance stage.
"Girls from brothels are different. They even wear such revealing clothes. They are like vixens." Nangong Yudie looked at the back of Feng Xian'er who was walking enchantingly out of the backstage with disdain and said sarcastically. Her words were quite interesting.
Some refer to the meaning of mulberry and scolding huai.
Lu Wushuang lowered his head and looked at the dance clothes she was wearing. The large round collar revealed her delicate collarbones, which were as delicate as butterfly wings. For the conservatively dressed people of Bei Tiao Country, it was indeed a bit revealing. Moreover, a small section of the hem of her dance skirt was exposed.
Calf, bold design.
Frowning his brows, Lu Wushuang sat quietly and took a sip of tea. He did not intend to refute Nangong Yudie's words and took his seat as expected.
On the performance stage, Feng Xian'er's eyes were flying, her lips were as red as fire, and she was wearing extremely enchanting makeup. She was wearing a black gauze skirt that made her look even more evil. She was barefoot, with her hands and
The feet are all equipped with bells. The waist as slender as a willow is constantly twisting, dancing like a soft water snake in an extremely enchanting way, and like a charming goblin in the dark night, dancing a dance that is confusing.
Her eyebrows are affectionate and full of enchantment. Every time she dances a move, the bells on her hands and feet will make a crisp sound to accompany her extremely enchanting dance.
Many men in Taiwan were aroused by Feng Xian'er's enchanting dance. Looking at her graceful figure under her long black gauze skirt, they looked like they wanted to pounce on her.
Of course, these men do not include Bei Tangye, who is infatuated with Lu Wushuang, and Nangong Yu, who is as gentle as the spring breeze in March.
After Feng Xian'er finished her performance, it was Nangong Yudie's turn.
Nangong Yudie was still wearing a long white dress, with pink peach blossoms blooming at the skirt, adding color to the monotonous pure white.
Her makeup is exquisite, with a gold platinum flower on her forehead. A few strands of black hair are picked out and tied with a snow-colored hair tie. The rest hangs behind her. Her temperament is as elegant as a fairy. Before she dances, she is already like a
The peach blossom fairy who has descended into the mortal world seems to be surrounded by fairy spirit.
When the MC made an announcement, Nangong Yudie stood up and cast a provocative look at Lu Wushuang.
"Lu Wushuang, after the finals, you will definitely become my loser."
As soon as the words fell, Nangong Yudie stepped onto the stage gracefully.
Lu Wushuang, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, rolled her eyes at Nangong Yudie's leaving figure. She also got up and left the backstage, walking quickly to the flower shop outside the Oiran competition venue.
Earning money was more important. Before the finals, the flower betting rules announced by the emcee were really in line with her wishes.
On the performance stage, Nangong Yudie's watery eyes were filled with affection, and she cast her eyes gently towards Beitang Ye. She smiled gracefully, stood on tiptoes, and twirled her feet lightly, like a colorful butterfly dancing lightly, and like a beautiful fairy in the peach blossom forest.
, spinning constantly and performing beautiful and elegant dances.
As she rotated, the petals from the water sleeves flew out, like golden butterflies, dancing with her in the air.
The rich fragrance floats in the air, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the dancing people are even more intoxicating.
What a pity! The person you admire is not intoxicated by it.
When the song ended and the dance stopped, Nangong Yudie's dance attracted a lot of cheers and applause, but she was not happy at all. Just because, except for the moment when she came on stage, Beitang Ye glanced at her lightly,
There was not even a hint of surprise in his eyes, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the autumn sunshine.
She left the stage sadly, and when she arrived backstage, Lu Wushuang was running into the backstage panting.
As soon as he entered the backstage, he received an angry look from Nangong Yudie. Lu Wushuang felt baffled. He didn't know what made this proud princess unhappy again. Lu Wushuang touched his nose innocently and walked to the makeup room.
I straightened my clothes a little in front of the stage, and walked towards the performance stage amidst the loud singing of the emcee.
Wearing a bright red dance dress, her waist was tightened, and her figure was as hot as a ball of fire. As soon as she appeared, she ignited the whole place, attracting everyone's stunning gazes.
"Wow, what kind of clothes is this? It's so weird, even a small part of your calf is exposed?"
While they were discussing, their squinting eyes kept looking at Lu Wushuang's pair of jade legs as white as lotus roots.
"But don't you think the red dancing shoes on her feet are more strange?" A guest looked at the red dancing shoes on Lu Wushuang's feet, which still had heels. His eyes blinked again and again. This was the first time he saw them.
I came across such strange shoes, completely different from the embroidered shoes worn by ordinary women.
It turned out that the dancing shoes on Lu Wushuang's feet were specially made, and the heels were also made of wood. There were many tiny nails densely nailed on the soles of the heels, which were then polished flat so that they would make a "tap-tat" sound when dancing.
"The sound.
The strange shoes, the strange clothes, the revealing round neck, and the shockingly bold attire made everyone in the audience talk about it.
Under the performance stage, Bei Tangye sat up straight and looked at Lu Wushuang, who was dressed strangely and boldly. Her black hair was pulled into a side bun, with a few strands hanging on her shoulders. On her head was a flower that he had just given to her.
That big red chrysanthemum, after a moment of surprise in the eyes.
Looking down, when he saw Lu Wushuang's charming collarbone and a small leg as white as jade, Bei Tangye frowned, and his eyes immediately changed from surprise to anger.
"Damn woman, you dare to go on stage and dance in such cool clothes." The tea cup in Bei Tangye's hand shattered with a "pop", and the tea spilled on the floor.
Next to her, Nangong Yu kept a faint smile. When she saw Lu Wushuang on the stage, who was full of charm and charm, the smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes gradually became darker.
Seeing Nangong Yu's eyes like this, Bei Tangye became even more angry. He stood up and was about to go on stage and wanted to pull Lu Wushuang off the stage when the drums and music started.
Lu Wu raised his shoulders slightly, put his hands on his waist, looked lonely in his eyes, and started to dance passionately to the music.
The bright red skirt on her body rotated with her dancing posture, and the skirt fluttered, drawing beautiful arcs, like flowers blooming in the sun.
Sometimes she raised her hands to clap her hands, sometimes she kicked her heels studded with fine nails, and sometimes she held the hem of her skirt and danced back and forth...
The skillful dance steps are sonorous, the exaggerated and powerful movements are passionate and unrestrained, the rhythm is bright and strong, accompanied by the crisp castanets that make people unable to sit still, impacting everyone's eyes and hearts like a tide.
This is simply the most vital and seductive dance.
Everyone was excited as she followed her fast-paced and loud dance steps.
Bei Tangye in the audience was admiring Lu Wushuang's dance with his eyes. He had never seen her so passionate and unrestrained. His heart was beating violently and uncontrollably like a drum. He even forgot where he was standing.
The purpose of getting up was to pull Lu Wushuang off the stage.
Similarly, from the moment Lu Wushuang stood on the stage, Nangong Yu's eyes never left her.
She is timid and afraid of death on the edge of the cliff, she is charming and seductive at Fengyue Tower overlooking the city, she is passionate and unrestrained on the stage... Which side is the real her?
The entire venue for the oiran competition was silent, and everyone was concentrating on admiring Lu Wushuang's unique dance. Even Feng Xian'er and Nangong Yudie, who had finished taking off their makeup backstage, were watching Lu Wushuang's passion on the performance stage through the curtains.
Overflowing dance.
The music stopped and the dancing stopped.
In the silent venue, everyone was still immersed in the passionate dance, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
This eerily silent atmosphere lasted for half a minute, before a burst of thunderous applause suddenly sounded.
"Miss Lu, Miss Lu."
Some excited young handsome men even shouted excitedly for Lu Wushuang. The shouts broke through the sky and hovered over the venue, lingering for a long time.
Bei Tangye, who was in the audience, was pulled out of the dance by the excited shouts. He took a step forward and flew to the performance stage like a light swallow. He quickly took off his coat and covered it on Lu.
Wushuang's dark jade-like eyes contained a strong warning, "In the future, in public, if you dress so coolly for me and make you so angry, I will definitely carry you away."
"How can you get a bonus of ten thousand taels of silver if you don't work hard and perform a little bit?" Lu Wushuang smiled, like a mandala flower, bright and moving, but with endless temptation.
"Little money lover, you like money so much, why are you hiding from me and leaving me? As long as you catch me, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth for a lifetime. By then, the entire treasury of Prince Qi's Mansion will be yours." Beitang
Ye's obsidian eyes flashed with brilliance. He raised his hand and pinched Lu Wushuang's lovely nose lovingly.
"You have to earn money by yourself, and then you can use it with confidence."
One sentence was like a basin of cold water that dampened Bei Tangye's enthusiasm. He sighed in his heart. It seemed that he had to work harder.
"Prince Qi, the flower betting will start in a moment. Do you want to go down and prepare?" Looking at the young couple on the stage, the emcee really couldn't bear to disturb him, but the game was not over yet, so he had to keep silent in his heart.
He said sorry to Bei Tangye and walked over bravely.
Bei Tangye glanced at the emcee with a cold and stern gaze like an ice knife, making the other person tremble. But when Bei Tangye's eyes fell on Lu Wushuang, they suddenly became as gentle as water, "Shuang girl, you wait.
, I have a surprise for you."
Bei Tangye walked off the stage and sat back on the chair.
On the performance stage, Lu Wushuang, Nangong Yudie and Feng Xianer stood in a row, waiting for the emcee to announce that the flower throwing would begin.
"Now..." The master of ceremony's announcement had just come out, and there were shouts from the back of the venue.
"Flowers for sale."
Everyone looked around and saw Dongfang Che leading a few people at the back of the venue, pushing a cart filled with chrysanthemums, and slowly walking towards the performance stage.
"Five thousand golden chrysanthemums, one tael of silver each, one hundred red chrysanthemums, one tael of silver each, one worth ten golden chrysanthemums, ten green chrysanthemums, one hundred taels one, worth one hundred golden chrysanthemums"
"This is the last batch of flowers in our store. For the girl you support, please hurry up and buy them." Dongfang Che shouted, becoming a shrewd businessman, without even half of the dignity of being the crown prince of Dongyao Kingdom.
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As soon as the shout came out, Bei Tangye had the fastest reaction and speed. Before the float could be pushed to the front row, he moved like a ghost, flashed to the side of the float, and quickly grabbed the one hundred red chrysanthemums.
He held ten green chrysanthemums in his hands, then took out a green chrysanthemum and a red chrysanthemum and threw them back to the float.
"Dongfang Che, your Dongyao country is so poor that you have no food to eat, and you want to come to our Beiwang country to make a living by selling flowers." Beitang Ye took out a silver note from his arms and threw it to Dongfang Che.
In front of him, he said sarcastically.
Dongfang Che took the bank note and his head was covered with black lines.
At this time, Nangong Yu also came to the float, and for the sake of his imperial sister, he also took out a silver ticket and prepared to buy the five thousand golden chrysanthemums. Before the silver ticket was handed over, Bei
Tang Ye raised his inner strength, and the strong wind from his palm swept towards the five thousand golden chrysanthemums. In an instant, the wind swept the remaining clouds and the petals were flying.
"I want all of these five thousand golden chrysanthemums." He spat out domineering words, and threw another banknote in front of Dongfang Che.
The wind stopped and the flowers fell, leaving the ground golden.
Not one of the five thousand golden chrysanthemums is good, only one or two petals and pale yellow stamens are left growing on the flower branches.
"Do you want to be so cruel? These are all money, money." Under the influence of someone, the corners of Dongfang Che's mouth twitched, and there was a look of distress in his eyes.
Nangong Yu's face turned dark as she stood aside, and she couldn't help but admire Beitang Ye's fierceness.
I don't need it myself, I would rather destroy it than let others get it.
Ignoring the angry and dissatisfied looks of the two men, Bei Tangye walked to his seat with ninety-nine red chrysanthemums and nine green chrysanthemums in his hands.
"Nangong Yu, there is a red chrysanthemum here. It stands out and represents 'I love'. Do you want to buy it?" Looking at the only red chrysanthemum left on the float, Dongfang Che resolutely said "Don't want it".
"Waste a flower, don't waste a tael of silver" and stick to it.
Nangong Yu smiled warmly, with a fox-like sly smile in her eyes, took the red chrysanthemum in the float, threw a couple of silver coins to Dongfang Che, turned around and walked to her seat.
Not a single flower was left and all were sold out. Dongfang Che made a success gesture towards Lu Wushuang who was standing on the stage.
On the performance stage, Lu Wushuang, Nangong Yudie and Feng Xianer stood side by side. Each of the three had an empty basket with a large capacity in front of them for everyone to throw flowers.
"Now the flower throwing officially begins."
As the master of ceremonies shouted loudly, Bei Tangye stood up first, preparing to personally deliver the red and green chrysanthemums in his hands to Lu Wushuang's hands.
Next to her, Nangong Yu took the teacup on the table, opened the lid, and poured a cup of cold tea, still smelling of bird droppings, onto the red and green chrysanthemums in Bei Tangye's hand.
A rich aroma mixed with an unpleasant stench drifted from the tip of the nose. It was both fragrant and smelly, and had an indescribably weird and unpleasant smell.
"Nangong Yu, you despicable guy."
Looking at the useless flowers in his hand, Bei Tangye was so angry that he gritted his teeth and his eyes were filled with anger. If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he would have beaten someone up long ago.
"Thank you, thank you." Nangong Yu still smiled as warmly as the wind, "Don't forget, the cup of stinky tea I just poured out was also a part of your contribution."
Hearing this, Bei Tangye's face darkened, and he was immediately speechless by Nangong Yu's words.
Indeed, he personally took the bird poop into the cup of spiked tea.