Chapter 241： in progress

Chapter 241 is in progress

Along with the sound of the piano, Xiao Sheng played a slightly poignant tune. Zi Su lightly stretched out her long sleeves, and her swaying eyebrows attracted everyone's attention.

"Isn't this the same song that I danced on the boat painting day?" After seeing Qiu Bang, Ruan Youning finally became a little more awake than before.

"Yes, she danced Tai Ping Le that day while painting the boat, but today... it is Bing Di Lian." Ruan Youqing nodded, and when she looked at Zi Su, she unconsciously showed a hint of tenderness.

Zisu is four years older than her.

At that time, Zisu saw that the person who rescued her was younger than her, and she suddenly seemed to have new strength after being ashamed.

At a young age, Ruan Youqing lived a luxurious life, but she still silently let herself work hard to grow and protect the people she cared about.

And for her, who has the hatred of exterminating the family, how can she be willing to degenerate and let others slaughter her.

So, for Ruan Youqing who rescued her from the darkness, she promised at that time that she would dedicate her life to Ruan Youqing no matter whether she could take revenge or not.

She didn't know why a little girl would persist in saving them who were on the verge of death. She only knew that Ruan Youqing was not as weak as her appearance.

No matter what the other party wants to do, she will be with her until the end.

And Ruan Youqing's relationship with her is not limited to the relationship between master and subordinate.

Whether it is Zisu, Yueying, or others, Ruan Youqing regards them as equally important.

So, Zisu did this for her, and she will do her best to keep her safe.

At this moment, Zisu suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano and Xiao ensemble stopped abruptly.

Only then did the people immersed in the perilla dance realize that now...the poetry conference is still going on.

And the wreath was quietly lying in someone's arms.

"Ah, it fell into the arms of this young master." After Zisu untied the black cloth covering her eyes, she watched the man speak slowly.

The one who caught the garland was the middle-aged man who had just ranked second in Solitaire.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, but walked out very calmly.

"Since that's the case, then... I'll throw bricks to attract jade."

He frowned and stood still on the stage, looked at Zisu, then looked at the others, then he suddenly smiled, and in the blink of an eye, he had already chanted softly: "From the wind back to the sleeves, the sun turns around." Huatian. Sympathize with the pillars, and go to the crisis together.”

As soon as the voice fell, everyone applauded.

Zisu pursed her lips and smiled, "Zisu is here, thank you for your praise."

After the middle-aged man successfully passed, Zisu continued to move.

After two rounds of dancing, the wreath was passed to the middle-aged man again.

At this time, the middle-aged man looked more flustered than before, and his face turned slightly pale.

Looks like...he's going to stop there.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man's temples have gradually begun to sweat.

「I...my mind suddenly went blank...」

It turns out that the poem just now was not written by him on the spot.

Now everyone is staring at him, and naturally he can't think of anything due to nervousness.

Don’t talk about writing poems on the spot, let him recall what he wrote in the past, and he is too dizzy and doesn’t remember a single word.

Middle-aged man, failed and exited.

Then Zisu continued to dance, and after a few more rounds, another person withdrew.

Because someone withdrew, some of the remaining people started to get nervous.

They no longer had the heart to appreciate how wonderful Zisu's dance was, and they kept drooping their heads and frowning in silent meditation.

At this moment, Zisu stopped again, and the wreath happened to fall into Li Si's hands.

Li Si was taken aback for a moment, looked down at the wreath in his arms, and then looked up at Zisu who was smiling and looking at him.

The dignified third prince blushed under the eyes of everyone.

Ruan Youqing thought of the rumors about the third prince, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

It is not easy for their Li family to raise such a pure prince.

I saw Li Si scratching his head, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's my turn...then...then I'll make a fool of myself... Jiao'e with a slanted bun is late at night, pear blossoms are calm and birds are perched on branches. It's hard to put your thoughts and people together Say it, say it and know it with the blue sky and the bright moon.”

As he finished his last word, everyone present burst into thunderous applause.

「What a talent!」

After several compliments, Zisu danced lightly again.

When everyone saw her dancing hard without feeling tired, they couldn't help but praise her.

Only Ruan Youqing could not stop feeling distressed as she watched.

After several more rounds, it was Baili Huaijin's turn.

Until the next round, another person got stuck and retreated.

At this point, this link is considered to be over.

Among the last six remaining, Baili Huaijin, Qiu Si, and Li Si are naturally still among them.

And Qiu Bang was the lucky one. From the beginning to the end, the wreath did not fall into his hands.

"He is really lucky." Ruan Youqing couldn't help but turned to look at Ruan Youning, wanting to see her reaction.

Sure enough, Ruan Youning looked proud at this time: "That's right, the person I'm looking at is more than just a good-looking person. Yushu Linfeng is full of talent and knowledge, luck...naturally not too low. Otherwise...how could he meet me?"

Ruan Youqing couldn't help curling her lips when she saw her look of being both honored and honored.

At the beginning of the third session, Zisu looked at the crowd with a smile, and then said slowly: "Everyone gather together to pick the stars...maybe... let's write a poem with the word "Zhaixing". The word "Zhaixing" can be separated. , can also be combined together. Because the delay in the second link just now was a bit long, so... our time for this link should be shortened, just... a quarter of an hour."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone brought up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

This will work, just for these people to organize their thoughts.

After everyone stood firmly in front of a long table, a little maid gave them pens, inks, papers and inkstones and placed them in front of them one by one.

It was at this time that the counting of time officially began.

Seeing this, all the onlookers breathed lightly, for fear that it would disturb them and affect their performance. And those who were whispering also subconsciously held their voices, and all looked up to the stage.

Quite a quarter of an hour, Zisu walked up to them slowly, and said slowly, "The time is up, everyone can stop."

Hearing that, five people had already put down their pens.

Only one person in a blue gown continued to write something anxiously.

"Sir, it's over, please put down your pen." Zisu walked up to him, still smiling at him.

The man in blue frowned tightly, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "A quarter of an hour is too short, how can I write a good poem in such a hurry! You...you give me some more time! I still have a short time Two sentences!"

Zisu still said patiently: "But... the others have already finished. It is impossible for Zisu to break the rules with you."

After hearing this, the man in blue raised his head and looked at Zisu angrily: "It's just a brothel girl, what do you know! There are rules in pretending!"

Zisu narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Master, if you lose your temper...Zisu will invite you out."

"Do you know who I am..." The man in blue subconsciously wanted to threaten him with his identity, but in the end he remembered that there were many people who were more noble than him.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, until someone burst out laughing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, tell us, what is it that makes you so confident?"

(end of this chapter)