The little girl hides her secrets

Chapter 57 57. The Storyteller

After everyone finished writing their poems, the man in black sorted them out and handed them to the man in red.

When the slender jade fingers turned over the paper, Yun Yao clearly felt that the strong woman next to her was very nervous.

Yun Yao patted the strong woman's shoulder lightly, and asked, "Why do you like him so much?"

The strong woman said with a look of disbelief, "How could such a question come out of your mouth?"

Then she looked at the man in red with admiration and said: "We Hua Lian only sell art and not sell ourselves. Not only can we play the piano but also sing. The nobles in the palace have to come and invite us Hua Lian if they want to listen to the opera."

The strong woman was still talking, and Yun Yao felt that her ears were about to callus.

Why did she ask.

The man in red looked at each piece of paper carefully and intently, and finally lifted one of them to his face.

The silky red sleeves slid down with his movements, revealing half of his white arms, causing another commotion below.

Yun Yao was dumbfounded when he saw the paper he held up.

Isn't this frantic font hers?
The man in red said with a magnetic voice: "This poem is very interesting, where is the person who wrote it?"

The corner of Yun Yao's mouth twitched.

She can't count it as poetry.

Among the crowd, there are some courageous people who, seeing that no one has claimed it, try to impersonate them all over the place.

The elder sister Zhuang next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and raised Yun Yao's disappointing hand, and shouted, "The poet is here! I saw it with my own eyes."

Yun Yao stared at her dumbfounded, speechless in shock.

Sister, you really don't have to be so righteous.

Seeing Yun Yao's small appearance, the man in red trembled with laughter, and his clothes slipped a little, looking really alluring.

He said in a charming voice: "Then invite this girl to go upstairs with the villain."

The fat woman patted Yunyao excitedly, and said, "Girl, you are really talented. You are about to become the first person to be alone with Hua Lian. Even the nobles in the palace are not so lucky."

As she spoke, she pushed Yun Yao violently, with tears of excitement in her eyes, as if she married off her precious daughter.

She is the son-in-law who lost money.

So Yun Yao went upstairs with Hua Lian under the envious eyes of everyone.

Hua Lian is tall, with a straight waist, and she walks heroically. Standing up, she adds a bit of masculinity.

The two entered the wing room, and Yun Yao glanced here.

The style of the wing room is also extremely dusty, with bright red curtains scattered on both sides, and behind the screen on the other side is a large enough bathtub.

She sat down on the soft chair by the window and waited silently for the guests downstairs to leave.

Unexpectedly, Hua Lian didn't respond at all. He straightened his clothes, shook his arms carelessly, and twisted his neck, which was very different from him downstairs.

In fact, he chose her because he saw that Yun Yao was not interested in him.

The worker wants to be lazy today.

There was a lot of traffic on the street, Yun Yao thought of the purpose of going out today, and asked casually: "I heard that you can sing."

Hua Lian paused, and when Yun Yao looked over, she changed into a charming look again, and said: "To be honest, the villain has been acting since elementary school for more than ten years."

"Shall I ask you to come and ask for money?" Yun Yao suddenly became interested.

Hua Lian shook her head slightly, and said, "I chose the guest officer, so I don't charge money."

He cleared his throat, and under Yun Yao's focused gaze, he sang a little.

Yun Yao was suddenly fascinated.

Hua Lian has real skills, a simple a cappella, busy but not chaotic, slow and continuous.

Sometimes lingering, sometimes tender.Euphemistic, touching, and so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

The opera singers are so good, it shouldn't be a problem to have some student dramas, right?
Thinking like this, Yun Yao stood up excitedly, held Hua Lian's two wrists, and asked, "Do you want to make a lot of money?"

Hua Lian blinked her beautiful peach eyes under the mask, she didn't expect Yun Yao to say such a word, but she still said, "What's your opinion, guest officer?"

Yunyao was a screenwriter in the drama club when he was in high school. He is not professional, but he is already very proficient.

She knows exactly what kind of story attracts people.

So she said: "Can you lend me a pen and paper, I will write you a story first, if you think it is good, I will talk about my thoughts."

Hua Lian was a little confused and curious and asked someone to prepare a pen and paper.

Yun Yao took it over and concentrated on writing on the table. After a while, a short story full of flamboyance and phoenix dancing was finished.

After coming to this world for nearly a year, Yun Yao didn't learn any other skills, but acquired a special ability.

Her handwriting can be recognized by others when it is surprisingly ugly.

Yun Yao turned the paper to Hua Lian's side and said, "Look."

Hua Lian looked at the story with a look of amazement in his eyes, and asked softly: "Guest officer, this is it."

Yun Yao knew that he was hooked, so he said: "I want to do a business with Qingfeng Pavilion. I will provide the script, and you will sing it out. If you can make money, we will give you three to seven. I give you seven."

Hua Lian really thought the story was interesting, but he didn't make a sound, obviously hesitating.

Businessmen only look at revenue, and artists only engage in creativity. Yun Yao knows this truth well.

She thought for a while and said, "I can provide you with a script for free, and all the profits will be on your head. How about you see the effect first and then make a decision?"

"The guest officer has a heart." Hua Lian said: "The villain is willing to give it a try."

Yun Yao smiled happily, she picked up the pen and ink, and began to write a regular script.

The drama is different from the story. The pause of each line and the facial expressions and movements of the characters are considered. Yun Yao wrote meticulously and standardized the format, and did not finish writing until noon.

After she finished writing, she checked it again to make sure that there were no mistakes, that it was coherent, reasonable, and fascinating.

Hua Lian took it and looked at it carefully, with a flash of excitement in her eyes.

He had a premonition that it would be very popular if he performed it.

He looked at Yunyao with admiration and incredulity in his expression, and he said, "Why don't we discuss specific matters now."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Yun Yao interrupted him suddenly, and said, "I have to leave beforehand, and I will come back as soon as possible to discuss with you the issue of time and obedience."

As she said that, she hurriedly went downstairs and ran out through the gate.

It looked like he was rushing to meet someone.

Hua Lian was a little unhappy.

"Guest officer!" Hua Lian called to stop her upstairs.

Yun Yao raised his head, only to see Hua Lian take off his mask, and said, "Is the guest officer satisfied with the villain's performance?"

He was born soft and beautiful, elegant and profound, his face was powdered, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes flowed freely, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye was captivating.

He was looking at Yun Yao for a moment, waiting for her reply.

Yun Yao didn't think much about it, but felt that Hua Lian's singing was really good, so he said honestly, "I'm quite satisfied."

Hua Lian smiled, charming and frivolous.

Hua Lian is the first one who can integrate beauty into masculinity so naturally.

But Yun Yao didn't want to appreciate it, so he was in a hurry to pick up his husband.

(End of this chapter)