The story of Princess Xiatang's counterattack

Chapter 147 It's You, Right?
Chapter 147 It's You, Right?
Xia Houzan nodded, "Your brother is right, one of the zithers, Rongli wins!"

All the daughters are about to tear their own veils, how can Rongli let her talk to Zhan Wang?
You know, getting the approval of the King of War is much more difficult than getting the approval of the emperor.

Moreover, they would rather not have the emperor's affirmation, as long as Zhan Wang looks at them, they will die without regret.

Rongli, it's so annoying!

If Rongli knew that she had become the target of public criticism, they would probably just shrug their shoulders needlessly, anyway, they never liked her, hated her, and were used to it.

On the contrary, she is gentle, and she is really honored.

Look, how amazing the friends she made are!

Take a look, how good your eyesight is!

Jinxuan looked at Rongli in the hall and raised her eyebrows slightly, this girl really has two skills!
Zhan Wang didn't speak easily, let alone praise others, especially women. Everyone saw how much he hated women back then.

At one time, the big guys thought that he was good at Long Yang, that he liked men.

Today, for the first time, I came to the banquet, and I praised Rongli again.

Jinxuan's eyes turned suspiciously around the two of them, why does it feel that something is wrong?

"Li...Miss Rong." Xia Hou stood up with trembling lips, his eyes were fixed on Rongli, his face was pale, if he hadn't been normal before, everyone sitting here thought he had some serious illness.

"Can you... play one more... Pingsha Luoyan?"

Rong Li was taken aback for a moment, did she know Pingsha Luoyan, or not?

She learned Flying Daggers in modern times. For this piece, she specially found a teacher to learn guqin from her father, and practiced non-stop for several months before she mastered it.

It's really because I like the rhythm of this piece so much, it fits her state of mind, and she can realize something different every time she plays it.

Flying Flying Daggers is originally an ancient song, which can be played on pipa, guzheng, and guqin, but she prefers the sound of guqin.

Therefore, Rong Li gradually fell in love with playing ancient music, and even picked up some ancient music to learn, but he achieved some success.

Rongli dared to choose the piano today because of this unlimited repertoire, and the anger in his heart really needed an outlet, so he sat in front of the piano table.

She never expected that Xia Houlian would order some tunes!
If the emperor hadn't been watching from above, she would have wanted to point at Xiahou and scold him.

Who does he think he is?The two of them are no longer related, does he understand?understand?
However, now that the adults are watching, she is still the one who holds the power of life and death, and she is not good at refusing face.

Searched the memory of the original owner.

Fortunately, the original owner will.

Rong Li didn't speak, nodded and sat back behind the piano desk.

Stroking the strings again, the low-pitched sound of the piano is different from the melodious and melodious playing of ordinary women. Rongli's fingering is a little different, first it is low and then gradually deep and high, and the clear autumn in the song is empty and quiet. Sha Ping and the wild geese vividly and vividly express the meaning of flying in the sky.

Xia Houxian listened, and suddenly sat down on the chair, muttering, "How could this be...how could this be..."

The deep purple color of the grape juice still remained on his hands. He covered his face with his hands and curled up in the chair with his body bent.

Xia Houyu, who had just recovered from the last song, looked at his third brother without knowing why, what happened to him?
If you want to have mood swings, it should be the last song!

He never thought that a woman could play such a soul-stirring piece, so he couldn't help but wonder, was his previous view of Rongli wrong?
But her previous behavior was really unsatisfactory.

Although this song "Luoyan on Pingsha" is also nice, but compared with the previous playing of Flying Daggers, I always feel that it lacks some feeling.

Because there was Xia Houxiang between Xia Houyu and Xia Houxian, he was really afraid of this uncle, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Xia Houyu sighed, and when the banquet is over, he will ask the third brother again!

Not only Xia Houyu, but everyone looked at Duan Wang strangely, wondering how he, who was fine just now, became what he is now.

After Rongli finished playing, Duan Wang seemed to have not recovered from his emotions, and sat on the chair covering his face, wondering what to think.

Rongli has already won the piano category, and now he has to pick another one who is good at it.

She didn't like trouble, so she chose two.

Poetry and painting are integrated, once completed, it will be finalized, and it is useless if it is not comparable.

When the four treasures of the study are ready, Rongli brushes and brushes without a single pause. After a while, a painting appears vividly on the paper.

The picture is simple and elegant, with a few strokes and full of charm. There is only one person lying on the soft couch in the gazebo. In the painting, only his back is outlined. The two unpeeled rice dumplings on the plate are placed aside, leaving a large space for the pavilion. In the scorching sun outside, a few trees are planted around the pavilion, which is a cool world alone.

Sideline poem:

The five-fifth morning sun is scorching,
Silver hooks hang small curtains on the side.

Tongyin recalled childhood events again,
When I knew it, Bizhu was sticky.

He put the pen down and handed the painting to the little eunuch standing aside, who presented it to the emperor.

Xia Houzan, who took the painting, nodded. Such a fresh and natural painting is much better than the lively and lively scenes before. Because of the Dragon Boat Festival, the paintings of the daughters are mostly dragon boat races or blooming flowers. However, Rongli is the only one who has finished a painting with a few strokes.

Like a person who has eaten too much fish and meat, you suddenly bring him a cup of sour plum soup. Although it is not a precious thing, it makes people feel comfortable after drinking it.

Rongli's painting just fits this situation, and there is a sudden freshness in the crowd, it's hard not to win.

Xia Houzan looked at Rongli with a smile, "The prime minister's daughter, Rongli, won all three competitions in piano, poetry, and painting. I will give you the piano."

After the words fell, all the courtiers or family members sitting below fell silent, Rongli knelt down and saluted, "My daughter, thank you, Your Majesty."

Those who didn't want to show their faces showed a big face, and those who wanted to show their faces got nothing in the end.

Even though they don't want to, they have to pretend to be happy, and the daughter congratulates Rongli, the wife congratulates Xie Han, the emperor has spoken, do they dare to have the slightest doubt?

Do they still want their heads?
The banquet was coming to an end, and the rewards were given out, and there was no program after that.

The emperor and the empress left the palace together, and all the officials knelt down to send them off, and then returned to their own residences.

Just when Rongli's family was about to leave, Xia Houlian jumped in front of them, his eyes were red at this moment, he looked at Rongli seriously and said, "That day, it was you, right?"

"Huh?" Rong Li frowned, why did this person talk nonsense, he came up to block the way and asked if it was her.

What is not her?

"Hehehe..." Xiahou laughed bleakly, and while shaking his head, he backed away, until he hit the small table and fell to the ground, he was still looking at Rong Li with a smile, his eyes filled with tears.

(End of this chapter)