Come on, who doesn't care about whom?

She was so successful that she thought she was sure to win. Jin Luoluo knew that Yang Ruoyao's performance this time was really stunning, which is why she fascinated so many people.

If he wants to beat her, he must firmly capture the hearts of the audience and make them excited as he dances.

She thought for a moment and finally came up with a wonderful way to add points to her belly dance.

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"Miss, your singing is so good. I think everyone is so obsessed with it. You will definitely win the first place this time." As soon as Yang Ruoyao came off the stage, the clever girl immediately stepped forward to congratulate her.

Yang Ruoyao was very confident in her performance just now, thinking that the top spot was almost within her grasp. The ladies in the capital were very talented, and she knew very well that she would definitely have the upper hand over them.

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

As for Jin Shuang'er, whom Prince Luo was so enthusiastic about, huh, he spoke frivolously and arrogantly, and there must be little real substance, so she didn't take it seriously at all.

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

"Miss, we have received the largest amount of betrothal gifts this time. All the other ladies combined are not as much as us. Many young men have fallen in love with the lady because of this."

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

"Okay, miss, let's see that Yao Ji comes on stage."

If Yang Ruoyao's singing voice is unparalleled, then Yao Ji's piano sound is also another extreme peak.

A pair of plain hands played the lyre with exquisite skills. Under the guidance of her magical fingers, the simple strings seemed to have a soul. The life-like sound was born from the strings and grew in the bright moon and breeze.

The sound of the piano is like a pair of sultry hands, quietly playing with people's fragile emotions, guiding the audience's emotions to drift into the silent mountain stream, making the listener seem to see the scene in Wang Wei's poem "People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring sky."
Chapter completed!