#Wen Jiu's Amazing Dance# Explosive
# Wen Jiu's Blazing Stage # Explosion
Wen Jiu Newton is turning in his grave# Boiling
# Wen Jiu # Boiling
#Live Stream of Peach Blossom Spring Secluded Living Diary "# Boiling Point
Shen Huaian and the director seem to be acting out my story# Boiling
In Peach Blossom Spring House, the Double Jade Husbands, one on each side, barely managed to pull the two madmen back from the courtyard and sit them on small stools.
He smiled apologetically at the startled guest, saying, "Sorry, they're not usually like this."
The guest stars nodded with a hint of skepticism, and one of the girls chimed in, "I understand, I understand, after all, this stage is truly amazing."
Shen Huaian jumped up excitedly, his expression proud. "Right? Right? As expected of my second brother! He's absolutely gorgeous!"
"Now the fact that we China know martial arts can no longer be hidden!"
"Alright." Seeing that the director wasn't quite back to his usual self, Yu Qing expertly stepped in to take charge. "The mentors are about to give their feedback, come back and sit down."
Once again, Ying Niansong was the first to speak. The man, who was over fifty years old, was holding the microphone with trembling hands, and his eyes were blurred with tears as he looked at the young man on the stage.
"Good boy, you did a great job."
Wen Jiu's nose tingled, her lips trembled, and tears she had held back for so long finally fell.
Wen Jiu lowered her head and quickly wiped her eyes.
Damn! Why are you suddenly being so dramatic?
"I won't comment on the dance, but let's talk about your opera singing."
Ying Niansong said, "Your voice, so gentle and clear, is full of charm, and the notes fall very solidly, showing your profound skill. It's rare to see this among the younger generation of singers."
Heavenly King Hu Yanping naturally chimed in, "Even I, an old singer, can't do that."
The young singer Wang Xu shook his head. "I have studied it, but I can't sing with that kind of charm."
This was a difficult question to answer, so Wen Jiu could only humbly bow to express his gratitude.
Ying Songnian asked Wen Jiu, "How long have you been studying?"
"My mother loves listening to traditional opera, so I studied with a teacher for a few months when I was little."
Wen Jiu obediently replied, "After that, I didn't study systematically anymore; I just figured it out on my own."
Ying Songnian chuckled and joked, "Looks like you haven't forgotten what you learned."
[A student who learns but forgets everything says: Don't even mention it, I've already been scolded.]
[Learning and forgetting simultaneously +1]
[Damn, forced to face reality! (Throws out my brain) Whatever, I want to see my wife. My wife's excellence equals my excellence!]
[Rounding down, wife = mine]
[The person upstairs should take turns keeping watch with both eyes while sleeping tonight, or Boss Feng President Feng send someone to assassinate you.]
After giving his comments, Ying Songnian cast his vote.
The mentors had clear roles to play. Hu Yanping continued to comment on the stage design, and today, in accordance with the script, he would emphasize the performance of traditional Chinese music.
"You are currently using the most instruments. More broadly speaking, your dance style is similar to that of the first contestant Guan Qingqing."
However, he has a bright and gentle appearance, and the background music mainly consists of pipa and guzheng;
Your musical style is grand and majestic, with excellent handling of dynamics and tempo, and the addition of the konghou (a type of Chinese harp) is truly remarkable.
[I was just about to say this, every aspect of this stage is a money pit, hahaha]
[Burning money? More like burning gold. Not to mention anything else, the performers of those ancient musical instruments are all well-known seniors in the field, including the konghou, guzheng, guqin, and the pipa from the last performance—the sound quality was superb.]
[Once again, I have a direct and vivid sense of the Feng's terrifying wealth.]
[Personally, I feel like it's all for the wife's sake? (Thinking) It's like the production team can provide whatever stage design the wife wants to give.]
[Wow, the lady upstairs agreed! I think so too! Such a perfect performance wouldn't be possible without the million-dollar stage design and backstage staff. You can tell the stage crew is very professional!]
"Watching your dance, the phrase 'graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon' involuntarily comes to mind."
Hu Yanping praised, "Your dance, music, and even lyrics have an inspiring power; a perfect stage presence and a very complete performance."
"You deserve this vote."
Wen Jiu bowed again.
"I heard it's another original piece this time," Wang Xu asked with a smile, "From the music to the lyrics to the choreography?"
Wen Jiu: "Teacher Annie and Teacher Guo Kui provided guidance."
"Great! May I ask why it's called ' Celestial Pivot '?"
" Celestial Pivot was built in Luoyang during the reign of Wu Zetian, when a war broke out."
When four states attacked, the Wu Zhou emperor did not flee in panic like later empress dowagers, but calmly fought back and ultimately won.
Wen Jiu said, "The Great Zhou Celestial Pivot, with all nations praising its virtue, has thus been completed."
Wen Jiu's description, and combined with his performance just now, everyone couldn't help but describe the grandeur of the Prosperous Age court's song and dance.
The four barbarian tribes submitted, and all nations came to pay tribute.
Wang Xu nodded. "So you sang 'Even if I die and the rocks wither, my pure bones will never perish,' and 'Where all rivers flow, they are all my territory.'"
"Right."
[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while looking at the screen, and I said I didn't deserve to stand up. [wiping away tears]]
[Suddenly I understand why my wife couldn't hold back just now. Damn, that's awesome!]
[I cried when I saw it, but my brother didn't, so I made him cry. Now he's crying with us.]
[Stop talking, putting yourself in your brother's shoes, I'm about to cry too.]
Wang Xu nodded, shook the voting device in his hand, and cast his vote. "You're a promising young man! Keep it up!"
Han Ling: "Your dance has a very solid foundation. You are as light as a swallow, yet full of power, especially in the drum dance."
I can confirm that your dance incorporates elements of folk dance and martial arts; have you practiced them?
In the real world, Wen Jiu had studied with martial arts instructors while filming. He confirmed several times that the original owner of this body had also filmed period dramas before nodding. "I have filmed action scenes and learned from instructors on set."
After saying that, he added, "It's all just for show, nice to look at, but useless."
Han Ling chuckled and joked, "In modern society, there's no fighting or killing. You don't need to know any martial arts; just looking good is enough."
Wen Jiu scratched his head. "That's true."
After giving his comments, Han Ling also cast his vote.
Wen Jiu won all the votes from the mentors with her absolute strength.
It ranked first in overall score.
Wen Jiu stepped off the stage and saw Feng Chi standing Against the Light in the backlight, dressed in a well-tailored and expensive suit, holding a pair of gray bear-patterned cotton slippers.
Wen Jiu's toes twitched involuntarily.
It's so jarring.
In front of the backstage director and all the staff, the renowned chairman of the Feng Group walked in step by step, carrying his little slippers, and squatted down in front of Wen Xiaojiu.
Wen Jiu's cheeks flushed slightly. "W-what are you doing?"
Feng Chi casually touched his calf, "Lift your foot."
"Oh."
Feng Chi's hands were large and warm. Wen Jiu felt a jolt of electricity run from the soles of his feet to his heart, and he instinctively braced himself on the man's shoulders.
Feng Chi took a wet wipe and gently wiped his feet a few times, then held his foot and put it into the bear slippers. "The other foot."
Wen Jiu obediently lifted the other one.
The wet, slightly cool touch, combined with the ticklish sensation from the overly gentle movements, Wen Jiu lower her head, her legs inexplicably feeling weak.
When I looked up, I met everyone's eyes, whether openly or subtly gossiping.
Wen Jiu:...
At this moment, Wen Jiu realized that Zhang Guoliang in front of him looked a bit like a certain unethical director... Wait, Zhang Guoliang?
"Director, do you know director Zhang Guozhong?"
Feng Chi casually brushed the red rope on Wen Jiu's ankle with his fingertips, gently stroking it for a moment before lowering the darkness in his eyes and getting up.
Turning my head, I heard my wife's slightly disoriented question.
"Oh, you mean him?" Zhang Guoliang, who had somehow also become a fan of the pairing, eagerly leaned closer when the person in question asked, "He's my cousin!"
" Xiao Wen Jiu, what's wrong?"
Wen Jiu forced a smile, "... It's nothing."
Feng Chi tried to hug him again, but Wen Jiu stopped him with a raised hand, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."
As Wen Jiu entered the restroom, she encountered an acquaintance.
Hi! My adorable, absolutely gorgeous baby!
Guan Qingqing rushed over in surprise, but since she had just washed her hands, she couldn't touch him, so she could only restrain herself and jump up and down, her fiery red dance costume leaving a bright trail.
I saw your performance! It was absolutely stunning!
"The song was beautiful, and the dance was absolutely amazing! You truly deserve all the praise!"
Wen Jiu was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, scratching her head, "I watched your performance too, it was great, and congratulations on advancing."
Guan Qingqing's stage visuals were excellent, earning her a high number of votes and securing second place in the next round.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be my opponent in the finals.
"Congratulations! Congratulations!" Guan Qingqing waved enthusiastically. "Then I'll head back now, honey. Maybe we can have a get-together sometime? I'll treat you!"
"Uh-huh!"
Wait a minute--
Wen Jiu had already stepped inside when she suddenly realized something and quickly retreated.
Looking up, he saw a small, bald, blue figure standing on his head with its arms crossed.
"..."
The silent mockery was deafening.