Hilarious and unscrupulous concubine: My princess loves money too much

Jin Luoluo confidently sat on the bow of the boat, watching the beauties compete for beauty.

Finally it was Yang Ruoyao's turn to play, she was dressed very lightly and elegantly tonight, the snow-white lotus gauze skirt looked like a fairy under the moonlight.

In addition, she herself is elegant and beautiful, and her dress is just right, so as soon as she boards the boat, she is immediately greeted with warm applause and applause from her admirers.

She walked gracefully to the center of the stage, folded her sleeves and bowed her head, bowing her head to meet the brilliance of the bright moon with a smile, like a nine-day fairy full of dreams.

"Hmph, mediocre people often make mischief." Jin Luoluo sneered at Yang Ruoyao's pure innocence. [

"Louluo, pay attention, she is a powerful opponent for your victory, and regardless of other aspects, her singing accomplishments are even better than court musicians, and those who have heard her sing think her voice is like a natural sound , This is a natural beautiful voice. If you want to beat her, you have to put in more effort, so that when the audience watches your performance, they are completely attracted and forget everything else. Only then can you succeed."

While talking, Yang Ruoyao began to sing, a folk song with a long history.

Sure enough, the voice is like the most mellow nightingale, with great penetrating power, soul-stirring at high places, and euphemistic and sad at low places, the voice is smooth and free, as natural as water, sometimes gurgling like a brook, and sometimes rushing like a big river.

The lyrics themselves are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the voice of the singer is infectious, which makes the listeners feel inexplicably moved.

When she sang, the entire lake was silent, and the onlookers were mesmerized by the singing, and some women even wiped their tears when they heard it.

Jin Luoluo finally looked squarely at it. She didn't expect Yang Ruoyao, a hypocritical woman, to be born with a good voice. Her voice was indeed beautiful, and the song she chose was also very suitable, so when she finished singing, there was overwhelming applause everywhere.

There are also many excited admirers who express their love loudly, and there are endless people who give prizes.

"Master Zhang gave Ms. Yang ten thousand taels of gold."

"Bai Shilang sent Yu Ruyi a pair."

"Master Zhao..."

"Master Hua..."

"The third prince sent a silk banner made by Xue Lingluo, wishing Miss Yang the best of luck."

Cut, in the end who doesn't care who >