At this time, Wang Juan had already changed her clothes in the dressing room below the stage.

A pink skirt with a lot of gold and silver threads, the temples hanging down in front of the hair, the rest was draped on the shoulders, and the headdress was almost inserted into the head, tremblingly reflecting light. Apart from the eyes exposed on the face, a gauze was pulled across the other places to cover it, and the eyebrows were a little red.

When the music is currently played, the instrument is used. This set of things is not taken out casually outside, and even if you eat in a restaurant, there is no drum set to accompany it.

At first, people around them thought it was Jiegu, but later they found that it was not.

Before I could figure it out, I saw a woman in pink dress walking up from the slanted steps below and a long thread connected to the speaker. Chapter 850: I heard of the smart man in the performance.

From another place, a group of men and women were floating up, some were wearing loose skirts, some were wearing tight short clothes, some were holding wine glasses, some were holding swords, and some were holding fruit plates, which were extremely mixed.

"There are so many worlds~ it's ridiculous~~ the infatuation is the most boring~~ it's all too good..." The voice sang from the woman on the stage as the audience gazes.

All of them had their eyes wide open and their mouths wide. Even the children didn't shout. This woman was so beautiful, with her figure, voice, and eyes... she couldn't see clearly, too far.

When the people were marveling at the beauty of the performers, they were also conquered by this comfortable tune and lyrics.

Zhang Xiaobao can understand the mood of the people. If this is not a five-tone style, then the people may feel uncomfortable and listen to it several times before they can adapt.

Now it is silent and has a special orchestration method, which makes people feel refreshed all of a sudden. Zhang Xiaobao knows that people who listen to this song for the first time will basically be attracted, and those who are not attracted are the few. There is no way, you can't let everyone appreciate you. The only thing you need to do is to give more attentiveness to those who appreciate you.

Wang Juan has also specially practiced the control of this kind of "rotating" stage. She practiced the performance in her own inner courtyard. The difference is that the rotating stage is a stage turn, and now she turns.

Then sing: "When I wake up, I smile at people~~ I forget everything in my dreams~~ I sigh that it's dark~~ It's too early~~ I'm unpredictable in the next life~~ I'll write off my love and hate~~ I only want to be happy until old."

At this time, the drum suddenly played a small legato, then hung cymbals and stepped on cymbals, and the ground drums rang one after another, and then "No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, no matter how beautiful it is, I don't want it~ Let me sway~~"

Wang Juan sang the rhythm of the song before me. When the hearts of the people were aroused, the words let me sway with my body swaying like a willow, expressing the meaning of this sentence to the fullest. This fast rhythm suddenly turned into softness and tenacity, conquering everyone.

Some people in the audience held their breath at this time, some clenched their fists with their hands, and some trembled their legs.

Just as these four soft and tough words were sang over, and before others could breathe a sigh of relief, the voice sang from Wang Juan, "The higher the sky~ the smaller the heart~ no matter how much cause and effect is~~ alone~ drunk~ cry today~~ laugh tomorrow~ I don't ask anyone to understand~~ I am pride~~ singing~ dancing~~ the long night is long and dawn~ I will look for happiness~~ looking for~..."

Interlude.

The people who listened to the song were stupid. This song was not only soft and tough, but also strong in rhythm. The dance was the same. Every rotation, every gracefulness, every pause, and every body stretching were all perfectly matched with the song.

It was originally a song sung by a woman, but for those who listened to it, they would feel a lot of emotion in their hearts, including their perception of life, their pursuit of life, their coldness in the long night, and the noise and prosperity in their eyes at this moment, as if they were nostalgic, as if they were reluctant to leave, as if they were tender, as if they were determined.

It is unimaginable no matter what, how can a song contain so many emotions.

"Okay, okay, okay." A cheer followed, shaking the surrounding air.

Some people even jump and jump, trying their best to vent their feelings in their hearts.

When he started to recurrence orgasm again, Wang Juan suddenly lifted the veil on her face when it was strong syllable and threw it out, revealing her pretty face with a beautiful lips that matched her nose.

Continue to sing: "The wind is cold..."

Anyone who was not very far away was stunned when they saw the appearance behind the gauze, and then went crazy and shouted in a mess.

"The cuckoo is the cuckoo"

"It's the sing of the jujube"

"The juanjuan sings on it."

When they shouted, the people who were far away also looked carefully and wanted to squeeze forward. They looked vaguely, and others called it a jujube, so they also thought it was a jujube.

Because someone had a stool in front of him, he couldn't squeeze it up, so he shouted in the same place, and sang with a good memory.

After the song was finished, Wang Juan's figure disappeared on the stage, the people watching the performance shouted, screamed and clapped again frantically.

They felt that if they had not seen it with their own eyes and beat them to death, they would not have believed that the one who sang them just now was Juanjuan. What a joke, how could Juanjuan go up to sing? And it was singing so well, either they were crazy or the world was crazy.

They were both excited and happy, and at the same time, they were more surprised. Juanjuan actually sang so nicely. Who said she could only fight?

"Okay, thank you for the applause just now. The song Xiao Hongchen is really good. Of course, it is mainly because the singers sang well. I have not introduced it before singing. I believe I don't need to introduce it specifically after singing it. Everyone must have known that it is good. The person who sang Xiao Hongchen... is my Juanjuan Goddess.

So as I sang in the song just now, the song is singing, the dance is dancing, and the long night is long and dawn is dawn, so I will look for happiness. The meaning of Juanjuan singing the first song first is to continue to enjoy the performance this night, the next song, the horse-head fiddle solo, please invite us...Okay, come up by yourself, I won’t introduce you.”

The host came back to the stage at the right time and said to the audience that he did not introduce the person playing the horse-head fiddle because it was not necessary. This person was also from the intelligence department. He was disguised and it was impossible for him to perform for others in the future, unless it was a task.

This man did not cooperate with the accompaniment of others, only a horse-head fiddle, the purest pure music. He took the microphone stand, adjusted it, and lowered his head to speak first.

"Actually, I don't want to come up the second time. This will be a very sad thing for me. After Juanjuan finished singing the song, your hearts had already flown away. I discussed with the two boys behind me. I said you can change with me. After all, you are a language program, which is different from the song category just now. It may win back the hearts of an audience.

For this reason, I was willing to invite them to a big meal, such as hot pot, but they refused mercilessly. I found that they were also very smart, as smart as me, because it was impossible for the inner courtyard to eat hot pot outside, and eating at home would be cost-effective."

"Hahahaha..." Another burst of laughter was heard below.

Some people were very active and immediately understood that the person who played the horse-headed fiddle was also very capable. If he didn't say a few more words to make fun of him, he would play the violin as he said. No one listened attentively. Everyone was thinking about the laughter of Juanjuan singing before.

"Or I'd better stop playing the piano. I'll tell you a stand-up crosstalk. When everyone laughs enough, I'll see what to do if the two people behind me want to talk about the opposite crosstalk."

A burst of laughter sounded again among the audience.

No matter how he said that, he had to perform the horse-head fiddle. After trying the notes twice, he started playing. His level was also very high. The audience sat back and listened carefully and enjoyed the joy of the moment.

"It's so fun." When Xiao Bei was waiting for his brother to cook for food, he looked at the people on the stage and said, "Is he a specialist in the performance team?"

"No, he is from the intelligence team." Zhang Xiaobao said to his sister in a low voice. He was peeling the shell of the shrimp rake. He used a knife to peel the shell along the side, lifted the shell and took out the meat inside, put it in a deep plate. After putting more than ten pieces, he scooped the hot soup from the utensils to pour it on the meat. After pouring the hot soup in the plate, pour it off and pour it again. If this happens a few times, the meat will be cooked and cannot be put inside, and the meat will be crushed.

Xiao Bei waited patiently, sniffed his nose, smelled the soup, nodded and said, "The people in our intelligence department are indeed very powerful, especially after the incident in Jiangnan Road, they usually train harder. I will practice hard in the future and reflect professional qualities, right?"

"No, just rest when you are tired. You are still young and have time to learn slowly." Zhang Xiaobao was afraid that he would be right, so his sister would compete with diplomacy all day long from tonight, and finally confused himself.

While speaking, the shrimp and rake meat was already cooked. Zhang Xiaobao specially made a small plate of sesame paste, sesame oil, soy sauce, and oyster sauce. He would dip it if he wanted to eat it.

"Come and eat quickly." Xiao Bei greeted the eight people watching the performance. He first used a stick as chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat, put it in the dipping sauce, carefully mentioned it in front of his mouth, opened his mouth and bit it, nodded while eating, making a vague sound of saying deliciousness.

The other eight little guys came over and surrounded the plate and started eating.

After eating a piece of meat, Xiao Bei asked, "Brother, when will your song be sung? It will definitely calm the audience."

"I don't know, depending on the situation, at any time...what happened?" Zhang Xiaobao was talking to his sister. An intelligence officer came over to signal Zhang Xiaobao with his eyes to him that he had something to say.

The people who came were vigilant and looked around and saw that there were no outsiders, they lowered their voices and said, "Shui Yun led the team to capture many cannibals, and they said that the task of the 231 people on their side was to capture the Tang people. The real Tang people would be better if they had identities, such as officials and merchants, secretly arrested them and brought them back.

But he didn't expect the Tang Dynasty to move so quickly. Before they could catch them, he told them that they had divided up three groups of people, one group of them, and the other group of people employed at the junction to carry the wood."

"Where is another group?" Zhang Xiaobao knew that the third group was the most important. The group of people on the border had been targeted by him. I believe that it would be a long time before good news would be heard.

"There is another group of people with more people, and there are many boats. Take the sea route, bypass the Luzhou police armed ship, bypass the lighthouse, and go to Hangzhou to arrest people. It is said that there are more people with identities in Hangzhou than in other coastal areas, and it is safer." The visitor said.

Zhang Xiaobao thought for a while and shook his head: "Go and tell Juanjuan to come back quickly and stop chatting with people there. Get ready for the horse. Juanjuan and I will ask in person."

When Wang Juan came back and looked at Zhang Xiaobao in confusion, Zhang Xiaobao said to her: "It is not only us who know how to land and fight. Their target is Hangzhou, they are quite smart."

Wang Juan blinked and sneered: "I'm afraid that they will die at the sea while circling the lighthouse and our armed patrol boat. Let's go back and ask for a clear question." (To be continued!!!
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