Chapter 94 93. This is a fairy!

By the banks of the Zuiyue Lake.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are sparse, like the moonlight that shines on the ground, reflected in the lake, bright and clear.

In the lake, lanterns are floating, swimming among the stars and moons in the water, which is so beautiful.

In this environment—

The "Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival" that had been circulating for more than half a month began.

...

Like the previous "Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival", at the beginning, there were various performances: opera, dance, playing the piano, and guzheng...

It can be said that the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the sound of silence continues.

These programs are performed by beautiful women above the level, and are personally checked and carefully rehearsed by the "Huang Mama" of Yaoguang Pavilion, each with its own characteristics.

It's wonderful.

If it were the previous "Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival", such a level would be enough to satisfy the audience.

But this time it's different.

Yaoguang Pavilion spent a lot of effort to promote and collected a lot of money on the "invitation", which greatly increased the audience's expectations. If it were only this level, it would naturally not meet their psychological expectations.

Just looking at the many people on the building boats, one by one, who is either rich or noble, can tell that the expressions on their faces are full of two words: That’s it?

If it weren't for the finale of "Xianbao" and the beauty in "Beauty Song", both of which had not appeared, I'm afraid these people would be furious and shouted to refund the money!

Even so, the patience of these audiences was consumed.

On the stage, there was a beauty stroking the flute and playing with her expression.

The whispers began to sound from the audience and the tower ships surrounding them in the distance.

"Although that beauty plays the flute well, I spent 300 taels of silver to see this!"

"Yes, if I were to do it in the past, I would still have some thoughts to listen, but today... I really don't have the interest."

"snort!"

Hu Kuang threw down the wine cup and looked bad: "I took time to this Chinese Valentine's Day holiday. Wait a moment, if the finale of "Immortal Treasure", the beauty in "Beauty Song" cannot satisfy me, I will smash this game!"

"Brother Hu calms down."

Among the deskmates, another noble young man in brocade robe smiled and said, "Those who come here today are either rich or noble in Xining City. Although Yaoguang Pavilion has some background, he dare not play so many people all at once. That's what he is seeking death!"

"What Brother Yang said is reasonable. I guess the finale is still a bit interesting."

"It's better!"

...

finally.

After the woman playing the flute retreated, Huang's mother came out and took the stage in person, accused her of guilt, and laughed apologized: "I've let you wait for a long time. I know that the men here are not very satisfied with the previous program."

"but,"

When she said this, her tone paused and her voice was aggravated: "The next finale will make you happy - what I said is, it's not enough, the money for the 'invitation'... is refunded!"

"Now, start!"

...

Hearing this.

The audience members were suddenly reminded of their hearts and sat upright.

...

"Here you come."

Su Mu said in his heart, his mind moved slightly, and chose to use the [Idea Amplification Card] at this moment.

Home Tips:

[You used the 'One-One Amplification Card', and within the next quarter of an hour, the coverage of your mind will be expanded, with one thousand meters as the center!]

...

Wow!

Huang's mother opened [Psychic Mo Bao·Beauty Song].

As the ink treasures were opened, golden handwritings one meter square meter floated out from it, forming a gorgeous chapter of poetry in the air.

It is the full text of "The Song of Beauty":

Yaoguang has a beautiful woman who is peerless and independent. She smiles like a city and then a country.

It is better not to know whether to be beautiful or beauties, but to be beautiful again.

But see:

Every word flashed with golden light, trembling slightly, spanning the sky above the stage, reflecting with the lake water, and rendering a large piece of light.

...

Seeing such a magical scene, the audience breathed and their expressions became fanatical.

"Immortal Treasure? This is the 'Immortal Treasure'!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Every word of the ink treasure is hanging in the air. This is the legendary 'Saint Realm of Wendao'! I actually saw it with my own eyes..."

Zhao Shanchang of Qianqiu Academy looked at this scene and murmured in a low voice, with tears in his eyes.

"How strange! How strange! Are there really gods, ghosts and magic in the world?"

Hu Kuang murmured in disbelief.

"Just like this, the 'Xian Treasure' is worth the invitation price, and there is no regret for this trip!"

I don’t know how many people sighed and drank a big glass of wine.

...

However, this is just the beginning.

It was in the stunning of everyone.

The golden words suddenly dissipated and turned into a large hazy golden mist. As they flowed and floated, an illusory graceful figure suddenly appeared.

This is not a human being, but a fairy!

Just in the golden clouds and mist, the veil was half-covered, and the illusory fairy wearing a wide-sleeved fairy skirt was dancing gracefully, peerlessly independent.

...

This scene made the noisy crowd even more enthusiastic.

"Is this a fairy?"

I don’t know how many people sighed.

"It's really magical, poetry is spiritual and interprets everything. In such a pair of ink treasures, there is a fairy hidden?!"

"Yes, I thought that the beauty in "Beauty Song" was a real, flesh-and-blood beauty, but I never thought that she was a fairy made of light and shadow!"

"At first glance, I feel suddenly; after careful consideration, I feel very reasonable."

Someone sighed and said, "After all, is there a woman in the world who can afford the four words "beautiful to the country" like the fairy in the painting?"

"Brother, this is such a good thing! I can't imagine that there can be a woman in the world who is comparable to the fairy in the painting..."

"Oh, I'll see the fairy today, and when I look at other women in the future, it's like chewing wax!"

“Huh?”

On a boat in a building, Hu Kuang patted his forehead and murmured strangely: "What do I think? The fairy in the painting looks familiar? Where have you seen it?"

"Someone else is curious: I just want to know: Who is so capable of writing "The Song of Beauty" and leaving the shadow of the fairy on it?"

...

These audiences were in a roar.

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared on the stage.

What kind of person is that?

But she saw that her shoulders were as narrow as a slim, her waist was as thin as a bun, her neck and neck were as slender as a swan, her hair was as thick as a cloud, her eyebrows were thin and long, her posture was elegant, and her behavior was quiet.

It’s Luo Mi!

Compared to what Sumu saw before, Luo Mi was more gorgeous and radiant at this moment.

She wore glass jade jewelry on her head, and the bright light flowed through it; she wore a long light green dress, and her skirt was swaying like a cloud of mist; as she danced, colorful ribbons were raised around.

How is it dancing?
To be continued...