Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 339
"Xuan Palace occupies Fangchun for the first time, and the scenery is beautiful and beautiful. Zichen is reflected in the scenery. On the day of the rising sun, worship and dance. Zichen."

"What a poem!"

Princess Qinghua was the first to applaud, she turned her head and whispered a few words to the Queen Mother, Queen Mother Jiang nodded in satisfaction, facing the kneeling Shui Linghuan, she said lovingly, "Good boy, get up. "

"This poem doesn't match Miss Zhao's painting, but it is suitable for Miss Ruan's painting."

The emperor praised Shui Linghuan a few words, and slapped Zhao Wanqing nakedly in the face, which darkened the eyes of Zhao Wanqing, who had already stepped down, and cast a vicious look on Qingli by the way, this must be the trick of that country bastard !Being robbed of the limelight, Zhao Wanqing suddenly felt ashamed, her face turned black and white for a while, it was strange, could it be that she was too angry, why was it so hot?She drank several cups of tea in a row and still felt restless.

After Qingli learned that the painting that Zhao Wanqing was going to do was intentional, since they didn't bring Shui Linghuan, Shui Linghuan didn't have to add color to them. , Queen Mother, flat peach, is very suitable for the occasion.

"Wow, Qingli, I feel like I'm alive."

After Shui Linghuan stepped down from the stage, she smiled proudly at Zhao Wanqing, and then slowly returned to Qingli, "It's easy now."

Shui Linghuan, who has no burden, has become a heartless person again, holding Qingli and nagging how nervous she is on stage, her cousin Shui Lingli and the young master of the Yun family don’t even watch Qin Se He Ming , the two are very popular. Many officials and young masters stretched their necks to watch carefully. The scene was also silent, and the sound of Shui Linghuan knocking melon seeds could be heard.

The performance was in full swing, young ladies and gentlemen joined hands on the stage, and they would soon arrive at Qingli. Perhaps it was because dancing swords was a taboo, or it could be that the young gentlemen on stage were all scholars, and most of them chose poetry, music and painting.

"Qingli, it's your turn, you have to be careful! Don't pass by Zhao Wanqing for a while."

Shui Linghuan tugged on Qingli, muttering worriedly.

Because Qingli and Chunyu are going to play, the maids have already prepared the desk, Guqin, etc. Everyone thought, could it be possible for one to play the piano and the other to paint?
Qingli came to the stage to salute calmly, then sat on the guqin and tried the sound gently. It was not bad, but it couldn't compare with the one in the space.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The sound of the zither is like a trickle, flowing in the mountain stream, splashing crystal small water, singing its own joys and sorrows. When it is pure, it is like an orchid in an empty valley. When the hand is tight, it is like pouring rain, and it falls rhythmically from the sky, taking you into a world filled with heavy rain. Time is like a breeze blowing willows, which makes people feel refreshed and intoxicated.

Chunyu Yan sang the zither, sitting steadily at the desk and writing vigorously. His arms were hanging high, as smooth as flowing water, making everyone silent unconsciously. Everyone was concentrating on admiring, even eating. Even Shui Linghuan, who had a mouthful, was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that the half-veiled lady on the stage was actually his good sister Qingli.

A moment later, Chunyu Wen stood up first, and just when everyone thought the sound of the piano was about to stop, the tune suddenly changed, and the crisp melody just now disappeared completely, replaced by a clanging mournful cry, like a fight on the battlefield, With gold and iron horses, wars are raging, and the common people have to experience the pain of being separated from each other all the time. When will the country hate the family feud, and when will it be rewarded?

Everyone's mood also became depressed with the sound of the piano. The sound was mixed with too many complicated things. Chunyu Wen also took the saber sent by the maid and began to dance wildly. The dance became faster and faster. Slowly, only Sword light and sword shadow.

Yelu Churen squinted his eyes slightly. This song contains too much murderous intent. How can an eight or nine-year-old lady perform this kind of tune?And he didn't grow up in the capital, could he be a disciple of a worldly master?It seems that he has neglected many things, Yelu Churen's deep eyes are full of amusement.

After the song was over, everyone was silent for a long time, and before they could get out of the dull and heart-wrenching mood, the sound of the flute sounded again, and the player who played the flute was Chun Yufa, Qing Li stood up and danced to the tune. A cheerful tune is the answer to today's theme, praying for blessings.

Qingli has a light body, shaking a tulle, and jumping on one foot, because of the lightness of her body, she looks like a fairy, and the diamond golden hairpin on her head is shining brightly. The light, the long skirt drags the floor, and the lotus steps move lightly, just the beginning makes people fascinated.

"Old Yun, now you are convinced, you and the demon girl have been compared."

Bai Ruochen had just come to his senses, and he still didn't forget to laugh at Yun Longfeng who was beside him, "Let me just say, don't look down on the little girl who is familiar with her, she always brings surprises."

"It could be a shock, too."

Yun Longfeng looked at it seriously, and added a sentence, the originally low-key Qingli suddenly changed his style, I don't know what happened, but the emperor pointed Ruan Ranran to Yelu Chuyang to be the concubine through the blessing banquet , obviously the ulterior motive is not in the wine.

"That must be the vicious Miss Zhao, where is she going in a sneaky way? Couldn't she be thinking about something?"

Bai Ruochen's eyes were sharp, and he was surprised to see Zhao Wanqing leaving the venue with the help of a maid. The banquet was only at its climax at this time, and it wasn't like going to the toilet in this direction.

"Didn't you say it? It's just Zhao Wanqing's mind, nonsense, what are you doing with her?"

The two chatted for a few words, but their eyes turned back to the stage, their shallow smiles deeply touched people's hearts, although Qingli covered her veil, her appearance was no longer important at this time, and her peerless dancing posture was left behind. over everything.

During the whirling dance, Qing Li retracted her sleeves, revealing slender hands that were as white as jade, sliding softly without bones, and her soft waist was like a willow swinging in the wind, as if this was a long dream.

The sound of Chunyu's flute turned fast, and Qingli also used her right foot as the axis, stretching her long sleeve lightly, and her delicate body spun along with it, turning faster and faster, like butterflies flying among flowers, like gurgling water, like a bright moon in a deep mountain, like The morning light in the alley is like dew on the tip of a lotus leaf, the smoky water eyes are hesitant to speak, the flowing light is flying, and the corners of Chun Yu's black clothes are also flying with the wind. The two of them look so harmonious.

"I guess, this is definitely not Xiao Daanfan's idea."

"You don't have to say that."

Yun Longfeng showed Bai Ruochen an expression of "every fool knows it", and then concentrated on appreciating it. It's still too monotonous for just the two of them. If someone dances with him, the effect can be better.

Qingli has slowed down the speed of rotation at this time, and she pulls out banners from her sleeves from time to time, with characters such as "Fair weather is good, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, God blesses the great week, and Wanfu Jin'an" and so on. The calligraphy on them is imitated from modern The artistic font looks very beautiful. The third prince improvised, so Qingli, who originally planned to dance solo, had to change her routine.

(End of this chapter)