The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 493 This is called a hero who sees the same thing!
'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

The drums are sonorous and powerful, and the sound stirs people's hearts.

It seemed that everyone was not sitting in Jue Se Fang watching the performance, but was on the battlefield of killing the enemy, and their mood became tense.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

Obviously the red silk is so soft, but the sound of hitting the drum seems to be shocking.

Her body kept spinning between the eight drums, and with her wrists swung out, every time the red silk hit the drums with precision and precision.

The beating of drums not only hit the eardrums of the viewers, but also seemed to hit the apex of everyone's hearts.

At this time, Yan Wushuang's toes put a little more force on the stage, and then she flew up and landed on the big drum at the front of the stage.

There has never been a dance that can make people so thrilling, this Yan Wushuang is really not simple!
But the music stopped abruptly at this point, she lowered her waist, let go of the red silk, and threw it straight down the stage.

"careful!"

Seeing the red silk flying straight towards them, Feng Qingcheng turned sideways to avoid it without hesitation.

Nan Linghan was holding a dried fruit in his hand, seeing the red silk coming towards him, his first reaction was to pop the dried fruit between his fingers.

The dried fruit hit the red silk accurately, and the red silk immediately deviated from the direction and fell behind them.

The few people sitting in the back row had the opposite reaction to the red silk. They swarmed up and grabbed the red silk, eager to put the red silk into their arms.

"Mine! It's mine!"

"It's mine! I snatched it first!"

"Everyone, since all of you have caught the red silk, don't grab it. It's not bad for each of you to take a piece as a souvenir."

Before they were about to fight, that Mr. Mo opened his mouth. Seeing that there was no objection, he drew the dagger from his waist.

With a turn of the wrist, only a few "swipes, swishes" were heard, and the dagger flashed several cold lights in the air. The next moment, the piece of red silk was divided into several sections, and each person who grabbed it had a section in his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo."

"It's just a piece of red silk, why bother to go to war like this, and hurt your peace." Mr. Mo retracted the dagger to his waist, hooked the corner of his lips, and the curved smile was seven parts charming and three parts evil, "These are dead things, if you If you really like Miss Wushuang, then you should work hard in the finals and try to marry her home, wouldn't it be fine?"

"Mr. Mo said it easily, we have already lost, and now only the five of you have a chance to compete."

"Yes, but with Mr. Mo here, we believe that you will be able to embrace the beauty this time."

Under everyone's compliments, Mr. Mo smiled slightly, and made a gesture of silence to them. After they all shut up, he lowered his voice and said, "The Great Thousand World is so wonderful, I haven't played enough, I don't want to Getting married so early! My son participated in the competition this time only for 1000 taels, as for the oiran, whoever you like, just do your best later, anyway, my son will not fight for it."

Although his voice was low, Feng Qingcheng was sitting in front of him and could hear his words clearly.

Nan Linghan smiled, and looked sideways at her, "I never thought that there would be someone with the same purpose as you, participating in the competition not for the oiran but only for money."

Feng Qingcheng took a sideways look behind her, and found that Mr. Mo was also looking at her.

She nodded slightly at him as a greeting, then turned her head and said to Nan Linghan, "This is called a hero who sees the same thing. Think about it, the oiran lives in Jue Sefang, and the daily expenses for food and clothing are the best. If someone marries her , must eat and drink as offerings. So, if you don’t have a strong financial backing, it’s better not to just marry an oiran and go home, as it will harm others and yourself.”

　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)