Chapter 68 There is a building outside the building
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The rounds of appearances on the final night of the Oiran Competition are determined by drawing lots. There is no need to worry about the unfairness of this way of drawing lots, because each game is judged in time and the results are obtained. The results of the judgment are divided into
Ninth grade: upper upper, upper middle, upper lower; middle upper, middle middle, middle lower; lower upper, lower middle, lower lower. Of course, you can enter the finals tonight. Naturally, there is no judgment of inferiority. They all have two brushes.
of.
The thirteen judges make a comprehensive decision based on their own feelings. The chief has the right to raise or lower one level. Unless more than half of the people object to the chief's decision, the original judgment will be maintained. This judging method basically guarantees fairness and justice.
Of course, there is no absolute justice, all justice is relative.
Wangyue Tower was ranked twelfth in the order of appearance. When getting the order, Lin Jue specifically looked at the order of appearance of Gu Panpan from Qunfang Pavilion and Chu Xiangxiang from Wanhua Tower. They were both ranked before Wangyue Tower. This
Lin Jue breathed a sigh of relief. It was not because there was any absolute advantage in appearing at the back, but because Lin Jue knew that if Wangyue Tower was to perform, the stage configuration would need to be rearranged. If he appeared in the front, it would be inconvenient. It would be inconvenient to appear in the back.
There is nothing to worry about. Anyway, after Wangyue Tower, there are only three brothels with average reputations. They are basically the ones that focus on participation, so there is no need to worry about it.
At the zenith of the moon, the golden full moon shines like a silver plate, illuminating the West Lake and the mountains with a brilliant silver light. The wonderful oiran competition is in full swing, with all kinds of hard work on the stage, all kinds of cheers from the audience, more than ten people
Everyone was mesmerized. Vendors selling snacks and tea were among the crowd. Although they had no time to enjoy the performance, they were willing to do so because this night was worth their monthly income.
The ninth person to appear was Gu Panpan from Qunfang Pavilion. As soon as she appeared, the people immediately cheered. Because Gu Panpan is one of the best brothels in Hangzhou and is especially good at dancing. Ai Zhenzhen and Gu Panpan who appeared before are both
Claiming to be the best dancer in Hangzhou's flower world, Ai Zhenzhen has already proved her reputation before. After her, seven or eight brothels did not dare to dance again. They only sang lyrics, calligraphy and painting, or played musical instruments.
It was to avoid a real confrontation with Ai Zhen. But now Gu Panpan is on the stage and she is going to dance.
Gu Panpan walked lightly to the stage, neither saluting nor thanking her. She scanned the entire audience with her wonderful eyes, and the entire audience was silent. Then she slowly turned around, leaving everyone with only a beautiful picture.
's back.
The lights on the stage were dimmed and the moonlight shone dimly. The graceful figures on the stage were still blurry and distinguishable. Just as the people in the audience stared at the figures on the stage, they heard the melodious sound of the fife slowly playing.
, the clear sound of the flute penetrates the moonlight and reaches everyone's ears.
A candle lighted up, and a young man playing the flute slowly walked out from behind the screen. He had a handsome face and a tall and handsome figure.
"Sima Qingshan! It's Sima Qingshan!" Xie Yingying, who was watching the performance on the stage attentively by the long window of the Red Boat Hall in Wangyue Tower, cried out.
"Who is Sima Qingshan?" Lin Jue asked with a frown.
"Master Lin actually doesn't know Sima Qingshan? He is a rising star in the world's literary world. One Sima Qingshan and the other Dongfang Weiming, the two became twins in the literary circles of the Zhou Dynasty. They became famous in these three or four years. Not only did they write good poems
, is better at music, and is also a close friend. All the major brothels want their lyrics but cannot get them, but all the lyrics they write are widely sung." Xie Yingying said in a low voice.
"It seems that these two are very powerful people. Sister Xie seems to admire them very much." Fang Huanqiu said with a smile. "Who among the women in the flower world does not admire them? Who doesn't want to be favored by them, and who doesn't want to be favored by them specially for them?
The words you wrote yourself?" Xie Yingying said with a somewhat confused look.
Lin Jue said with some sourness in his heart: "Are they really so powerful? Their names are quite cool. Is it really good to have such a pretentious name?"
Xie Yingying also realized that it was inappropriate for her to speak like this in front of Lin Jue, and hurriedly said: "The Nu family just thinks that Wanhua Tower and Qunfang Pavilion are so proud. It was rumored that these two people were invited to Hangzhou to help out. Unexpectedly
That's true. But when it comes to poetry, Mr. Lin's poetry is no less impressive than theirs."
Lin Jue smiled and waved his hands and said: "Don't talk about this, just watch their performance with peace of mind. I don't care about false reputations. What I care about is their level tonight and whether they threaten Wangyuelou's championship. I'm not interested in other things."
Everyone turned and continued watching the performance on the stage. Xie Yingying glanced at Lin Jue's handsome profile and felt a little uneasy.
"I didn't offend Mr. Lin by what I just said, right? Mr. Lin is probably not that stingy person. But in any case, it seems really bad to praise others in front of Mr. Lin. But... Mr. Lin doesn't seem to care.
I am afraid that my status in Mr. Lin's mind is not enough to make him angry... There is a beautiful junior sister next to Mr. Lin, and the other is a pretty and cute little maid, both of whom are prettier than me. He
How can you care about yourself? Hey!" Xie Yingying was thinking in confusion.
On and off the stage, there was a commotion after Sima Qingshan appeared playing the flute. Although many ordinary people have never seen Sima Qingshan and Dongfang Weiming, they have never heard of Sima Qingshan and Dongfang Weiming.
Very few. Because they have all heard the lyrics and music of these two people, because their lyrics are sung by people all over the world, and they are familiar with them from brothels and singing houses to the banks of Shuijing River. There is a popular saying that can sum up the two people.
The popularity of their lyrics and music can be seen in the saying, "Wherever there is a well, Sima Dongfang's lyrics are sung." This shows the popularity of their lyrics and music.
Therefore, when they heard the people around them exclaiming Sima Qingshan's name, the people in the audience began to commotion. The young women stared at the handsome figure on the stage with stars in their eyes and tears rolling down their faces.
In the boat, the girls from the brothels also poked their heads out of the boat hall to get a glimpse of Sima Qingshan's grace.
On the stage, Sima Qingshan's posture was leisurely, and the sound of the bamboo flute was gentle and refreshing. As the music of silk and bamboo gradually began to play on the side stage, Gu Panpan's body, which was standing still, began to twist like a wave. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and Gu Panpan
Pan suddenly turned around, and the water sleeves flew up to both sides, like two colorful clouds coiled above the head. The next moment, the clouds spread, lotuses grew every step, and the body moved with each step, and the rippling microwaves seemed to be dancing on the waves.
"In the old days, how many times did the moonlight shine on me, and the flute was played by the plum blossoms? It evoked the beauty, no matter the cold and climbing. How bad that now that I am getting older, I have forgotten the spring breeze and words. But it is strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao.
seats.
The country of the river is silent, sighing and leaving the road far away, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green statue is easy to weep, and the red calyx is silent and we remember each other. I always remember that we once held hands together, under the weight of thousands of trees, the cold green of the West Lake. Another piece, blown away,
When will we see you?"
Gu Panpan chanted in a manly voice, and the dance postures gradually became more and more complicated. However, he saw that his bare hands were like orchids, changing in no direction, his waist seemed to be unyielding, and his legs were like bamboo shoots, suddenly going up and down, sometimes left and right. His clothes were like clouds, and his long sleeves were like belts.
, spinning and flying like a blooming flower.
Everyone in the audience was dazzled and opened their mouths in astonishment. How could anyone have such a graceful and soft figure? How could anyone dance so roundly and gracefully like a flying dragon? How could anyone dance like a living creature with cloud-sleeved brocade clothes? There was still someone on the stage.
A person? He is simply a fairy.
In the midst of such intense dancing, Gu Panpan's voice of reciting poems was not affected in any way. When she recited the last sentence, "Every piece of music, blow it all, when will you see it again?", the cloud sleeves flew up to the sky.
, the long skirt is like a flower coiled on the ground; when the cloud sleeves slowly fall, it is like thousands of petals falling from the sky, slowly covering her body.
The music has ceased, the music has ceased. The dancing has stopped, and the lights have gone out.
All the audience stared stupidly at the dark floating platform until the lights came back on. The audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers resounded through the sky. Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. This dance was breathtakingly beautiful.
Perfect ending.
There was silence on the referee's bench. After a while, someone said in a deep voice: "The dancing is good, but the lyrics are better. If I guess correctly, this is a new song. Sima Qingshan is indeed well-deserved, and he is quite accomplished in music and rhythm.
, I don’t know what this new word card is called, but it will obviously become popular soon.”
The person who spoke was Fang Dunru. In terms of poetry and articles, Fang Dunru’s name was not inferior to that of Yuan Xiandao, but Yuan Xiandao was a bachelor in the Hanlin Academy, so his status was much more important than Fang Dunru’s. But in terms of appreciation,
, the two are indistinguishable.
Yuan Xiandao nodded and agreed: "It's indeed good, very good. As you said, this must be a new song. In terms of innovation, Sima Qingshan is indeed extraordinary. The lyrics of this song are also excellent. But don't forget it.
, we are judging the Oiran Competition, and we have to talk about Gu Panpan’s performance. The new words can give Gu Panpan extra points, but it shouldn’t take the spotlight. Fortunately, Gu Panpan’s dance fits the meaning of the words, and I think it is very good.
.Master Huang, what do you think?"
Dance master Huang Lin nodded and said with a smile: "What the college students said is true. This dance shows that Gu Panpan's skills are impeccable."
When the judging and discussion began on the judging stage, the emcee Zhao Zimo was already on the stage. He was introducing Sima Qingshan to the audience in a loud voice and asked Sima Qingshan to say a few words. Amid cheers, Sima Qingshan stood at the entrance of the stage and held his hands.
He said loudly: "Fellow folks from Hangzhou, I am Sima Qingshan. I am deeply honored to be invited to help Miss Gu Panpan. The song just now is a new song I created, called: Secret Fragrance. I hope you are not disappointed.
"
The audience cheered endlessly, and Gu Panpan on the side saluted Sima Qingshan Yingying. Sima Qingshan respectfully returned the salute and then waved and walked slowly onto the springboard aside and returned to the flower boat in Qunfang Pavilion.
"Master Jiang of Yanqiao Street rewards you with one hundred and fifty taels of silver!"
"Second Master Chen will reward you with two hundred taels of silver!"
"Master Liu will reward you with two hundred and fifty taels of silver!"
"Master Ma Wu will reward you with two hundred taels of silver!"
"..."
Zhao Zimo sang a series of songs, and the wealthy princes and officials near the stage showered him with rewards. Gu Panpan Yingying smiled and saluted one by one, and in just a moment, the amount of rewards exceeded one thousand five hundred taels. All the people were watching.
They cheered and cheered, and they couldn't help but smack their tongues in their hearts. As expected, people are so irritating. The reward this woman got for just one dance is enough to earn her a lifetime.
"Prince Liang's Mansion is offering a reward of one thousand taels of silver!" A clear voice rang out over the noise. Everyone heard the sound and looked around, only to see the young man in golden clothes standing on the bow of the dragon boat of Prince Liang's Mansion with his head held high.
"Wow! One thousand taels! It is indeed the work of the prince." Everyone was speechless.
Zhao Zimo said loudly: "The thousand-year-old Prince of Liang and the young prince will reward you with a thousand taels of silver! Thank you prince and young prince for the reward!"
Gu Panpan bowed down and saluted on the deck of the dragon-headed ship from afar, his face was shining brightly, and he couldn't help but be happy. Being rewarded by the prince's palace meant that tonight's performance had been recognized by King Liang. Although Qunfang Pavilion's appearance was
The owner is the Li family in Xicheng, but in fact, a person with Gu Panpan's status naturally knows who his real backstage boss is. What really needs to be concerned about is the attitude of Prince Liang's Mansion.
