Hilarious and unscrupulous concubine: My princess loves money too much

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

She also hit the ground running, she thought she would win.Jin Luoluo knew that Yang Ruoyao's performance this time was really amazing, that's why so many people were fascinated.

If I want to beat her, I must firmly grasp the hearts of the audience and make them emotionally dance with me.

She pondered for a while, and finally came up with a brilliant way to add points to her belly dance.

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"Miss, your singing is so good, I think everyone is addicted to it, this time you will definitely win No.1." Yang Ruoyao got off the stage, and the clever girl immediately stepped forward to congratulate her.

Yang Ruoyao herself is very confident in her performance just now, thinking that the top prize is almost in her pocket, and the ladies in the capital are talented, she knows very well that she will definitely have the upper hand on them.

The only variable is that Yao Ji, she doesn't seem to be from the Izumo country, and I don't know enough about her strength.

As for that Jin Shuang'er whom Prince Luo favored so much, hmph, her frivolous and arrogant words must not have any real material, she doesn't pay much attention to her at all.

"Since I'm here to participate, naturally I can't be inferior to others."

"Miss, we have received the most betrothal gifts this time. All the other ladies combined are not as much as us. Many young masters fall in love with Miss Shang because of this."

Yang Ruoyao smiled contemptuously: "Well, you should record those sons who gave gifts. Although I am not interested in them, they are still valuable."

"Okay, Miss, look at that Yao Ji has come on stage."

If Yang Ruoyao's singing voice is incomparably wonderful, then Yao Ji's piano voice is also another extreme pinnacle.

A pair of bare hands plucked the lyre with exquisite skills. Under the guidance of her magical fingers, the simple strings seemed to have a soul.

The sound of the piano is like a pair of seductive hands, quietly teasing people's fragile emotions, guiding the audience's emotions to the silent mountain stream, making the listener seem to have the scene in Wang Wei's poem "People are leisurely, the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty." The moon rises to startle the mountain birds, and the time sings in the spring stream".