Concubine Qingcheng: Your Majesty, come and play with me

Chapter 147 The Emperor's "Martial Arts Contest" ([-])
She can still play a piece of piano, but she doesn't even understand how each string is on the guqin.

"Yes..." Yu Wenchong and Yu Wenyan looked at each other, feeling that Guan Jiner's chances of winning were not high.

The Miss Ji brought back by the empress dowager is outstanding at playing the piano. When she played the piano, people outside the palace walls stopped to listen. She has become a legend in Beijing.

After all, singing is something that everyone knows how to sing, no matter how good it is, it may not be comparable.

Jin'er waved her hand, "Go sign up for me."

"..." This shelf is really big...

They are relatives of the emperor, and in the eyes of the eldest lady, they become errands?
Uncle Yu Wenchong and his nephew looked at each other, and finally Yu Wenyan ran over to sign up for Jin Er.

Endure it!If there is excitement to watch, just run errands!
"Miss Leng, what do you want to sing?"

After a while, Yu Wenyan ran back and asked her, "The musician needs to prepare the accompaniment."

"No, I'm not singing your songs."

Jin'er began to think seriously about what she wanted to sing. She grew up abroad and didn't return to China very often, so she can sing very few Chinese songs.

In fact, regardless of whether it is in Chinese or English, the only ones who can remember the lyrics from beginning to end are the national anthem and the English song she used as an alarm clock that she has listened to for several years.

It is obviously inappropriate to sing the national anthem in such an environment of "martial arts competition to recruit relatives". She has no choice at the moment, so she can only sing the English duet by herself.

"Miss Leng," Yu Wenchong called out to her from the side, "Miss Ji is on stage."

"Yeah." Jin'er looked up at the young lady walking gracefully to the center of the square.

She was indeed a beauty, her eyebrows and eyebrows were so delicate that they looked like meticulously drawn strokes of a fine brushwork painting, and there was a demure and gentle charm in her gestures, a standard classical beauty.

"Very beautiful," Jin'er looked at Yu Wenchong and the others suspiciously, "Is Yu Wen Chaoxi really forced to marry her?"

Does this sound a bit sour? The pair of uncles and nephews who love to watch the excitement immediately beamed with joy.
"It was absolutely forced!" Yu Wenchong assured again and again, "Otherwise, my emperor's nephew would have married directly, so why bother with such a contest?"

Jin'er nodded and didn't say anything else.

(End of this chapter)