reborn son

Chapter 671
Compared with the atmosphere on Li Dongyang's side, the atmosphere on Fengyang's side is much more lively, because without the great god Meng Kexin, those noble ladies chatted happily with the ladies.

Their topic naturally revolves around Fengyang. Fengyang is good-looking, but he has not yet reached the level of overwhelming everyone. Even if he overwhelms everyone, everyone will not be convinced.

In the eyes of my parents, my children are the most beautiful. In my eyes, I am a fairy.

How many people think they are ugly, and how many people who think they are ugly dare to jump out and make trouble?
It is relatively speaking that ugly people do more mischief, just as there is not a single thing that jumps out now.

Someone got up to chant a poem, and after finishing chant, he looked at Princess Fengyang, stabbed the knife with a smile, praised Fengyang as a talented woman, and asked Fengyang to chant a poem.

Feng Yang rubbed his nose and thought of the famous saying of Zhuang Ge that only ugly women are praised as talented women, because I really don't know what to praise other than talent.

This will be praised as a talented woman, Feng Yang feels a soft knife stabbing, is this scolding me?

"No, no, my talent is limited, I can't be called a talented woman, you are a talented woman, a great talented woman, you continue."

Feng Yang is modest, and she is determined not to come forward and recite a poem. She doesn't want to be called a talented girl. If she really wants to hit her on the head, I don't know how to laugh at her.

Feng Yang didn't think he was stupid, so he didn't accept this trick.

So the talented woman who recited poems stepped back, and recited another poem, as if she were a poet saint, this one was a proud work that was honed after asking someone to write it for a long time.

One more song will be missed!
"My lord, Yan Ruyu, has been fond of playing the piano since she was a child. I don't know if Princess Fengyang can play the piano?" Yan Ruyu stepped forward and asked.

Feng Yang smiled and asked: "So you want to play the piano?"

Well?Yan Ruyu was asked, did she mean that?It seems to be oh, I really want to play the piano, but before that, I should post a battle post, and playing the piano becomes a fight.

Now that Princess Fengyang asks this question, Yan Ruyu can't forcefully change the subject and make an appointment, so she has no choice but to be reluctant to answer.

"That's right, the little girl really wants to play the piano."

"Alright then, play it. Although I don't play very well, my appreciation level is still good. If there are any deficiencies, I will point them out."

Feng Yang said with a smile, but the words were a bit irritating.

Yan Ruyu grinds her teeth, she doesn't play very well, but she is too embarrassed to give enough advice, will she die if she doesn't speak big words?I can't say the word Yuezhan anymore, and everyone admits that my playing is not very good.

Concubine Yun looked at her own daughter, then at Yan Ruyu who was unwilling, leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "Isn't your piano very good? Why do you say it's not very good?"

"Mother, I'm not a luthier, I'm as honorable as I am, why should I perform if others want me to perform?" Feng Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly.

Mrs. Kong was quite speechless listening, isn't she, what kind of temper is her goddaughter?

Princess Yun smiled at Mrs. Kong: "This child is spoiled."

"No, I really like Fengyang's temperament. I do it if I like it, and I don't do it if I don't like it. I won't be influenced by others."

Madam Kong looked at Yan Ruyu, who was about to play the piano, and felt a little sympathetic to her. She had a high status, but she lowered her status.

Yan Ruyu took a deep breath, thinking that the man's banquet hall was not far away, and the sound of her piano would definitely be heard, and King Xiaoyao would dare to hear it, so she felt better.

It's just a pity that King Xiaoyao didn't pay attention to the movement here, he was busy arguing with Lord Zhen Guo, and helped Meng Kexin carry vegetables by the way.

Meng Kexin enjoyed this meal very much, and from time to time, he served his son with vegetables, and acted out the deep love between mother and child, making Zhen Guogong so jealous.

When the sound of the zither came, the old lady smiled and said, "My lord, the lady over there is showing her talents, shouldn't we also make a splash here?"

"Well, very good. I wonder what program the old master has prepared? This dragon blood sword is a rare item, so let's take it as a prize."

Meng Kexin was very generous. Since he was here to support the situation, he couldn't be stingy when he made a move. The first move was the Dragon Blood Sword, a famous sword in the world.

The old lady Fu was so startled that she almost pulled out her beard. The monarch was too arrogant to make a move. As for taking such a precious lottery?
Of course, Meng Kexin's words made the generals boil, their eyes glowed red, the dragon blood sword, that is the rumored sword, they also have a chance to get it?
"Thank you my lord."

All the officials got up to thank him, Meng Ke felt guilty and asked everyone to get up, the Dragon Blood Sword is indeed good, but it is far inferior to his son Xiaojing's sword, Meng Kexin is of course willing to use it as a prize.

"I don't know if we have a chance to participate?" Master Xu got up and asked, he was jealous, and he also wanted to win the Dragon Blood Sword.

"Of course, everyone can participate." The old lady Fu first looked at Meng Kexin, got a signal from Meng Kexin, and immediately responded.

Master Xu was happy, and he rubbed his fists excitedly. No matter what the competition was, he would regret it if he didn't try it. Even if he didn't succeed in participating, at least he tried.

Li Dongyang saw that everyone was very excited, took out his folding fan, and said with a smile:
"This fan was made by Master Yue. Presumably many people are interested in it, so let's take it as a lucky draw."

As he spoke, he handed the folding fan to Xiaosi, and Xiaosi respectfully sent it to the old matriarch.

The old matriarch opened it to watch, his beard trembling with excitement, this, this is a rare treasure, it is too proud for Xiaoyao Wang to take it out so plainly.

Not only the old matriarch was excited, but all the civil servants were also excited. Madam Lu and Zuo looked at each other, stroked their beards eagerly, and they also wanted to participate.

Meng Kexin looked at his son, with a gentle smile on his mouth, his dragon blood sword made the generals boil, then this folding fan made by Master Yue is enough to make civil servants spend their money.

Before it even started, Meng Kexin predicted how intense today's competition would be, and I'm really looking forward to it, let's see who wins today!

"Prince Xiaoyao, dare to ask you to participate?"

Master Wu's son Wu Chang'an got up and gave a deep salute, and asked, the desire in his eyes couldn't be concealed, obviously his heart was moved by folding in half.

There was a reason for Wu Changan to ask this question. He had heard that King Xiaoyao was capable of both literature and martial arts. If King Xiaoyao participated, then what would happen to him?

"I don't want to participate." Li Dongyang replied with a smile, seeing through Wu Changan's careful thinking at a glance, and giving him a reassurance.

"Thank you for the generous gift from King Xiaoyao." Upon hearing that Li Dongyang would not participate, Wu Chang'an was overwhelmed with confidence, and directly made the folding fan his own.

"Brother Wu is really full of self-confidence. The younger brother is not talented, and he has also taken a fancy to that folding fan. Today, I want to ask Brother Wu to give up his love."

Qian Zixuan got up and saluted Li Dongyang, but he refused to lose the slightest bit in his mouth. Before the competition started, the smell of gunpowder had already risen.

(End of this chapter)