Chapter 53 Flowers and Blood! 5

Sometimes, people are pushed forward by the times; sometimes, the times are also moved by people.

Song Yi, who was blindfolded by blood in the sun, could not see the prosperity of Bianzhou City at this moment, and the excitement of the Huakui Competition.

The painting is like a high platform, and the red card is like a famous actor. People with status watch the play on the stage, while people with a slightly lower status can only watch from afar on the bank of the river, shouting and cheering, poor and happy.

Different vision determines different heights...

Yu Guduo's figure and appearance are actually very good. She is the best in this Bianzhou City. Before Du Qingyan became popular, she was already the red card of Mingyue Building. After Du Qingyan left, she deserved to become the top card of Mingyue Building.

Yu Guduo twisted her flexible waist on the painting, swaying like a willow blowing in the wind, fluttering with wide sleeves and dancing with the sound of the piano.

When you hold your head high, the proud and towering breasts are also wrapped under your clothes and stand proudly; when you fold your waist and wave your sleeves, your waist is steep, just like soft and drooping willow branches; the full-shaped buttocks under the gorgeous skirt are always twisted, amorous but not charming.

Among the aristocratic nobles watching, Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly, as if he was fascinated by the dance posture of the jade bone, fell into the rhythm of the piano, and said to Wang Su beside him with slightly blurred eyes, "Wang... Brother, what do you think of the girl with jade bones in the Mingyue Tower?

"Compeed with the little girl named Zhu in the previous flower workshop, she is a little less charming and more strong." Wang Su, who was dressed as a man, said lightly after meditating.

It's still the same outfit and the same partner, but Wang Su always feels a little less comfortable sitting here!

Just after Wang Su finished commenting, the jade bones dancing on the stage had finished a song, and the sound of the piano was just right. Before waiting for the jade bone to retreat *, the poor scholars and civilians who were watching under the painting scoop cheered. For a moment, some people threw collected wild flowers and other things at the swan, and some even threw their clothes.

But no matter how high their voices are, they can't determine the ranking of Yuguduo in this Huakui Competition. Because the people who can decide are sitting in the guest seat on the painting at this moment. Among them, several people in the circle of Jiangcheng actually have the right to comment. They finally decide the qualification of the title of Huakui in Bianzhou City. In the middle of the guest seat, there is a white-haired old man who is the name of the country after he retired from the National Supervision, Confucianism, Shen Zhinan.

After the jade bone danced, some notes were passed from the crowd to the position of Shen Zhinan one after another, and finally it was decided by him and the other two senior Confucians in Bianzhou City beside him.

At this time, the next person came out of *. As soon as this person came out, the voices of the whole venue suddenly became noisy. Even many people in the guest seats from various circles on the painting boat stood up. Shen Zhinan had to speak before slightly suppressing such noise.

Wang Su also sighed slightly and said to Jiang Cheng beside him, "In terms of beauty and elegance, she is actually slightly better than the Du Qingyan I have seen. I don't know the final result..."

"I support Ning Shishi!" Jiang Cheng said to Wang Su with a meaningful smile, emphasizing his position. He didn't care at all whether Wang Su would feel that he was sitting in the comment table with biased thoughts.

On the stage, Huang Ying was still wearing a long plain skirt, as if she had slightly painted some light makeup. The whole person seemed to be more fragrant, but her eyebrows were shrouded in a faint cloud of smoke.

After saluteing the crowd, Huang Ying sat in front of the guqin in person.

Everyone on the field began to calm down and wait for her performance.

The tinkling sound suddenly sounded like a clear spring around an empty valley, and then there was the gurgling bridge flowing water. The beautiful fingers of the yellow warbler stirred the strings, which instantly brought people into an ethereal atmosphere. At this time, the yellow warbler opened its cherry red mouth and floated from her mouth a light spiritual sound like the yellow warbler in the empty valley. .

"Speakless to the West Building... The moon is like a hook!"

The cherry lips opened slightly, and as soon as the voice came out, it immediately shocked the four!

"Lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks Qingqiu... It can't be cut, and the reason is still messy. It's the sorrow of separation..."

Huang Ying's voice is really as wonderful as nature, especially at this moment, there is a faint soft and sad color between her eyebrows, which makes people feel a desolate and sad feeling in an instant.

Wang Su's eyes lit up in an instant, opened her lips, and muttered after a moment, "She... Unexpectedly, he sang the words written by Song Yi to participate in the Huakui Competition!"

Jiangcheng was also slightly surprised. This song "Wu Ye Ting" has long spread all over Bianzhou, accompanied by Song Yi's talent name. However, because of the later bloody case announcement, the whole Bianzhou city's scholars and people are actually caught in a kind of busy speculation about Song Yi, and they can't tell what kind of person he is.

But at this moment, it seems that the wonderful voice of the yellow warbler and this wonderful word have brought everyone back to their admiration for Song Yi. At any time, talented people can always fall in love with many people, not to mention under the rendering of the natural sound of Huang Ying.

"The yellow warbler sings so well... Good words..."

"I want to cry a little..."

"Is this word really made by the murderer?"

In the crowd, some people couldn't help talking in a low voice. * Under, Master Ning, dressed in a small waist, listened to the wonderful sound that came to his ears, and his expression was complicated...

The Huakui Competition in Bianzhou City seems to have entered the most wonderful moment. Thirty miles away from Bianzhou City, a governmentman listened to the news of one person along the way under the leadership of Liu Canyuan. And in Qingmu Village 80 miles west of this wave of people and horse, there is a bloody battle at this moment.

The wind and smoke are fluttering, the sound of fighting is soaring to the sky, blood splashing from time to time, and there are tragic calls...

Song Yi's eyes were covered with blood. A bandit from Qingmu Village took this opportunity to raise his machete in his hand and cut it down at Song Yi's shoulder. Song Yi shook his head, reached out and touched the blood on his face, and was about to regain his sight. He was stunned that the blade was close at hand.

In the first time Song Yi saw it, the blade had arrived! Song Yi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in shock, and punched out fiercely.

"Shu..."

At this time, Song Yi only felt a hot tingling from his ear. Something was scraped from his ear, and then he heard a golden iron attack sound in his ear, which made the eardrums hurt.

For a moment, there was no pain from the blade, and Song Yi's punch with blood for blood also fell into the air. In surprise, he opened his eyes and found that the man who was waving a knife to cut himself was staggering back.

Song Yi took the time to lift the knife and cut it down.

Poo! The sound of a blunt knife into the meat came in an instant. After Song Yi hit the man with a knife, he kicked the man out heavily by the way, and then drew the knife and looked behind him.

The flying sword girl stood not far away and raised her willow eyebrows to Song Yizhi. Her childish face seemed to have the expression that you owed me a life.

Song Yi arched his hand at her, showing a grateful expression, and then turned to kill the remaining bandits.

At the foot of the mountain, Niu Erhu watched Tang Feng puzzledly. He suddenly saw the wind and smoke on the hill, touched his funny head and muttered, "What's going on up there? Why is so much fire and wind smoke..."

"Well, no, no..." Tang Feng, the little prince of Tangfu, who was blocked by his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but he could only make such a sound because he was sealed.

"Do you want to talk? But Mr. Song won't let the house let you go, just let the house keep a close watch of you!" Niu Erhu said to Tang Feng.

"Woo-hoo..." Tang Feng hummed at Niu Erhu again.

"What on earth are you trying to say?"

"Hm, ..."

"My damn uncle, I'll see what you're going to say! Anyway, Mr. Song didn't say that he wouldn't let you talk. Niu Erhu struggled with difficulty, then patted his funny head and walked over to uncover the cloth ball in Tang Feng's mouth.

Tang Feng took a few breaths violently, and then said loudly, "You arrest me just want to coerce my father to suppress bandits. Let me go... I will definitely help you!"

"I don't believe you..." Niu Erhu said firmly with his neck.

"Really! Look at the smoke on the mountain. At this time, there must be a big change in Qingmu Village. If there is no one to help you at this time, he may... Shit, if I ask my father's people to help him at this time, I will definitely be able to help him!" Tang Feng, the young prince of Tang Mansion, opened his eyes wide and said seriously.

As soon as Niu Erhu heard Tang Feng's words, he began to hesitate.

At this moment, the chaotic range of Qingmuzhai began to gradually narrow, and the frightened horses had long been scattered. Those who resisted and escaped, and a small number of deaths and injuries, most of them ran to the bottom of the mountain in the chaos, and Ran Donglai led a group of core bandits in Qingmu Village and began to integrate dozens of people to clean up the chaotic situation under the fire.

At this time, Song Yi and the Flying Sword Girl had just cooperated with a few strong men who were captured by the bandits of Qingmu Village to smooth out a small group of bandits...

The expressions of the two showed a slight smile, and the others also began to laugh. Suddenly, they felt a magnificent murderous atmosphere sweeping this way. Turning his head, dozens of black heads and dozens of murderous bandits surrounded in the direction of Song Yi and other people with murderous weapons in their hands.

Song Yi felt that the air in the sun suddenly cooled.