There is a Wangfu wife at home

Chapter 520 (Three more)
Zhao Cong asked curiously, "Why is it so noisy, isn't the instrumental accompaniment a very elegant thing?"

Luo Cheng didn't know how to say, "Ask your mother."

"A cheerful tune." Li Jiaoniang said with a smile.

"It's good to be brave, today's New Year's Eve, what I want is to be happy." Zhao Cong said with a smile.

"It's just that it's too cheerful." Luo Cheng worried that everyone would not be able to help but dance.

Zhao Cong said, "Dad listens to music, will he not be able to write well?"

Luo Cheng said with a dark face, "It's not a day or two since your mother made all kinds of noise, I'm used to it."

Li Jiaoniang: "..." Is she so good at making noise?
Speechless.

Seeing them discussing in a low voice, Qin Yu never responded.

He became impatient and said loudly, "Guan Luo, Mrs. Li, don't you dare to compete? Why have you discussed for a long time and still have no results?"

Luo Cheng replied, "Of course not, we are discussing who will write."

In the crowd, many people snickered.

"No matter who writes it, isn't it all the same? It's just a little better than the mud print on the big rooster steak."

"I don't know if I can pinch the brush holder."

"How can a hand that holds a hatchet know how to hold a pen?"

"Hahaha--"

The people who were close to the Qin family started talking in low voices and laughed repeatedly.

Li Peiyu also hooked the corners of her lips, because Li Jiaoniang was a person who couldn't write well when she was in Li's house, and was often punished by female teachers to stand.

Later, the female husband got annoyed, so she didn't care about Li Jiaoniang, and let her learn. If she likes to learn, if she doesn't like to learn, she will sleep on her stomach. The female husband will never talk about Li Jiaoniang.

After staying in the country for more than half a year, is it possible that he still learned Chinese characters?

not necessarily.

Mu Xuan and his cousin were both sitting and watching the joke.

Empress Wu and Empress Dowager Wei smiled gently, but no one knew who they were smiling at.

People on Luo Cheng's side, such as Zhao Gui, Zhao Shicheng, Mrs. Lu, such as Zhao Cong, all looked worriedly at Li Jiaoniang and Luo Cheng.

At this time, Li Jiaoniang stood up.

Look calm.

She bowed her knees to Empress Dowager Wei, Empress Wu of Emperor Gaozong who was seated at the top.

"Your Majesty, Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, we husband and wife have agreed that my husband will write and I will play the pipa for fun." Li Jiaoniang said.

Play the pipa?
Many people started snickering again.

Li Peiyu rolled her eyes, Li Jiaoniang played the pipa?
Playing cotton?

Others looked at her expectantly.

Hope to see it.

Empress Wu raised her brows slightly, glanced at Gao Zong and said with a smile, "This is really elegant, Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Gaozong also wanted to know about the abilities of Lady Li and Luo Cheng.

So, he nodded, "Sure."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Li Jiaoniang saluted.

"Bring the pipa." Empress Wu said to the palace maid standing behind her.

"Yes, empress." The palace maid replied and stepped back.

After a while, the pipa was fetched and handed to Li Jiaoniang.

Holding Li Jiaoniang in her arms, she checked the strings.

The pipa is a good pipa, but the music I play for a while may excite everyone here.

Thinking of that song, Li Jiaoniang couldn't help smiling.

In order to show off in front of Emperor Gaozong, each family pushed out capable juniors.

There were as many as five or 60 people, and they were divided into ten groups to compete.

Which group will compete first will be drawn by lottery.

Coincidentally, Li Jiaoniang's luck was not so good, she got the first place.

So, some people gloated again.

Li Peiyu whispered to Mu Zilan, "Don't eat, wait to see a joke."

Mu Zilan narrowed her eyes, "This time the fighting skills are very interesting, and it turned out to be a winner, Peiyu, let's fight?"

Li Peiyu was startled, how could she have money?
"I have no money."

Mu Zilan smiled and said, "We don't need to pay, just use whatever we want as a lottery."

As she spoke, she tore off a jade pendant from her skirt, "I will win against Li Jiaoniang."

Li Peiyu narrowed her eyes, is Mu Zilan crazy?
Actually standing in line with Li Jiaoniang?
Okay, then she'll stand on Qin Xi's side.

She pulled a hairpin from her head, "I'm standing in line with Mr. Qin."

A young man beside Mu Xuan quietly asked Mu Xuan, "Brother Mu, which side are you standing in?"

His question was heard by Mu Xuan's grandfather, Master Mu.

Master Mu snorted coldly, "Of course it was Mr. Qin who won. The characters of the Qin family are the fonts that all officials in the Song Dynasty must learn. How can that villager surnamed Luo compare to Mr. Qin? Xuan'er, Detain Mr. Qin."

Mu Xuan wanted to bet on Luo Cheng, because for some reason, he suddenly felt that Qin Yu would lose.

But his grandfather spoke, and he dared not listen, "Yes."

"I'll bet a thousand." The boy said with a smile.

"Then I too... bet one thousand." Mu Xuan reluctantly took out the banknote.

Others, some pictures are lively and mean, a hairpin with a root, or a pair of earrings, or a finger, or a jade button.

In the middle of the main hall, Qin Xi silently took a receipt, "Sixty thousand guan."

Everyone exclaimed.

Sixty thousand!
Only the wealthy Qin family can afford it, and no one in the ordinary courtier's family can afford it.

Many people looked at Li Jiaoniang and Luo Cheng worriedly, if they lost in the fight, they would have to lose [-] guan.

They, have so much money to lose?
"We don't have that much, only one hundred pennies." Li Jiaoniang said with a smile, she also took a note, and shook it out for Qin Xi to read, "Master Qin, don't worry about writing, we don't have many. "

"Hmph, who wants you to comfort me?" Qin Xi rolled his eyes.

Qin Hui sat and tasted the wine leisurely, not looking at the hall at all.

Regarding his Qin family character, he has always been confident.

However, Qin Xun, Qin Xun's son, frowned worriedly.

Qin Hui saw it and said, "You still don't trust your father's handwriting? Why are you frowning?"

Qin Xun sighed, "Grandpa, I think doing this is a bit bullying."

"What bullying? What are you talking about? Why are you speaking for outsiders?" Qin Hui lowered his voice and scolded his grandson.

Qin Xun opened his mouth and dared not speak.

He sighed in his heart, worried for Li Jiaoniang and Luo Cheng.

Zhao Shicheng, Zhao Cong, and Zhao Gui looked at Luo Cheng together to cheer him up.

Old lady Lu looked worried.

Mrs. Hengyang stared at the pipa in Li Jiaoniang's arms, thinking a little.

Some maids and servants brought two tables and spread pens, inks, papers and inkstones on them.

There are five types of pens, which are convenient for selecting pens for competitions.

Beside each table, there stood a little waiter handing things.

The items on the two tables are all the same.

Luo Cheng and Qin Xi each picked a table.

In the middle of the front of the two tables, there was a chair. Li Jiaoniang walked over holding the pipa.

After sitting upright, she gently picked up a string and tried the tone.

It's a good pipa, and it can play a piece of music that scares people to death.

Ji Chang, the servant next to Gao Zongchao, nodded.

Ji Chang chanted loudly, "The fighting art begins, first of all is Wei Shu, and each of you chooses a poem and song to write silently."

It is not difficult to write Wei style characters, but it is difficult to write a poem silently.

Qin Xi was so angry that he glared at Jichang, thinking that he was a dead eunuch, isn't he just writing?
Why do you still have to recite poems?

Wait for me, wait until I finish writing, and see how I deal with you!
He is thirty years older, and he has never memorized a single song!
Looking at Luo Cheng, he has already started writing, and he has written two lines.

And he hadn't thought of the poems to write yet, so Qin Xi began to get anxious.

Qin Hui was so angry that he wanted to rush over and beat him up.

If you don't work hard at ordinary times, it's embarrassing now, isn't it?

The Wang family on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so she wrote a note quietly, coughed, and shook her head to show Qin Xie.

Wang's handwriting was as big as the palm of his hand, and Qin Xi could still see it at a distance of twenty or thirty steps away.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of pipa.

choke--

The voice was very crisp and clear.

Like the sound of thunder.

Qin Xi was startled, the pen in his hand shook, and a drop of ink fell down.

Qin Yu said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Li Jiaoniang said calmly, "You guys are comparing writing, I'm performing, and I don't conflict with each other. What's wrong? Besides, I play the pipa, but the empress gave her permission. The pipa was brought by the empress. You What are you angry at me for?"

Zhao Cong saw that Qin Xing was embarrassing Li Jiaoniang, and said coldly, "Master Qin, if you have any objections, you can ask the empress, why are you questioning my mother?"

Qin Xi: "..."

Zhao Shicheng also said, "That's right, you are the one who talks about fighting for talent, and you are the one who dislikes instrumental music. What are you going to do?"

Qin Xi didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to be quiet while writing.

"Master Qin, I think you'd better write quickly, the incense that keeps the time is almost half burned." Zhao Gui smiled lightly.

Qin Xi looked up, but no, the incense was half burned.

Time is running out.

He gritted his teeth, glared at Li Jiaoniang, "Don't scare me!" Enduring the noise, he began to write.

What Li Jiaoniang plays is noise.

The sound of the pipa slowly jumped out from the fingertips.

From the gentle opening song of "Spring River Flower and Moon Night", it gradually became an improved version of "Horse Racing".

The frenzied tune aroused the emotions of the people in the hall.

Everyone couldn't help nodding their heads, tapping their fingers, and stomping their feet along with the tune.

Qin Xi wrote two words and shook his head accordingly.

As a result, it is impossible to write that.

Writing requires calmness and leisure, so twisting and shaking, the pen can't be held steady, how can I write well?

As for Luo Cheng, he has long been immune to Li Jiaoniang's random playing of the pipa, allowing her to change the tune of "Horse Racing" beyond recognition, his heart has always been calm and calm.

After a while, the writing was finished. He held the paper and blew the ink gently.

That stick of incense has been burned to the point where only a small stump remains.

Looking at Qin Xi again, he only wrote the fourth character.

Li Jiaoniang smiled lightly, her fingers plucked the strings more nimbly, and the spoof version of "Horse Racing" was even more exciting.

The sound of the pipa was in the hall, rampaging unscrupulously.

Qin Xi barely managed to finish writing.

But the font is unreadable, and it’s okay for the kindergarten children in the current life, but it’s a font that even elementary school students will think is bad.

The hands were shaking, so the lines of the strokes were all wavy.

When the incense in front of her eyes was completely burned out, Li Jiaoniang retracted her fingers, and the melodious sound of the piano continued for a long time before disappearing.

But many people are still immersed in the music, beating their hands, stamping their feet, keeping time.

Yaole!

Bewitching demon music!
When Qin Yu found that his handwriting was a mess, he became furious.

He threw the pen and paper fiercely, pointed at Li Jiaoniang and said angrily, "Your Majesty, Empress, Empress Dowager, what she plays is demon music, it must be demon music that seduces people's hearts."

Zhao Cong said coldly, "Master Qin, don't you know music? Every piece of music can shake the soul. If it doesn't, it's not a song, it's noise."

"This is a festive and cheerful song. If you feel the joy and joy, it is good music. If you go crazy, it is demon music. Where are you crazy? Aren't you fine?" Zhao Gui also said.

Qin Xi: "..."

Qin Hui gritted his teeth resentfully, stood up, and said, "It makes people feel uneasy, why isn't it Yaoyue?"

Zhao Cong raised his eyebrows, "The song of breaking the formation is exactly the same as the song just now. Before our army goes out, the song of breaking the formation will be played in front of the city gate. Is this also demon music?"

Qin Xun shook his head, stood up, and said, "Father, grandfather, this is not a demon music."

Qin Xi glared at his son fiercely. Is this son his own?Turning your elbows outward?

Qin Hui also gave his grandson a dissatisfied look.

Qin Xun didn't see it, but his expression was still stubborn.

Seeing that the two sides were arguing, Gaozong frowned and said, "So, this round is considered a draw. Next, we will try Song Shu. Luo Cheng and Qin Xing, start preparing. Lady Li chooses another song."

Qin Hui saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty." His brows were slightly raised, obviously proud of himself.

Qin Xi's pride was even more flamboyant, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Qin Xun sighed, seemingly disappointed.

Zhao Cong and Zhao Gui all showed angry expressions.The older Zhao Shicheng immediately winked at them, signaling them not to be impatient.

(End of this chapter)