Life simulator, start with a maid

Chapter 185

"Your majesty, my concubine presents you a song called Guanhe."

Qu Guiren held the zither and bowed gracefully.

A pair of beautiful eyes are hooked and twisted like they are about to release electricity.

Except for Wei Wanyi, who is proficient in painting, everyone in the harem is at a normal level.In the past, it was always soft and beautiful people who danced astonishingly, which made them dull.

Today just happened to take advantage of the heat and the fact that she couldn't come due to illness, so I could make a big splash and win the emperor's heart back!
Lin Lang drained the separated fresh milk, filtered it and compacted it, and put it in an ice bucket, listening to the melodious sound of clanking like running water.

In all fairness, Qu Weirou's zither is indeed top-notch.

Ke Guanhe herself focuses on the peaceful and indifferent artistic conception. I don't know if it is because she is distracted by winking, the fairy spirit has lost a lot.

But Qu Guiren felt good about himself and walked on proudly.At least among so many women present, she is definitely the first few!
"Okay! Aifei's zither plays better and better!"

Murong Linshen clapped his hands very appreciatively, but there was no change in the depths of his eyes.The other women also rushed to compliment her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliments..." Qu Guiren twisted his body and was about to lean in, when he was suddenly interrupted by a string of pipa sounds like light wind and rain.

In the golden sunlight.

The silver jewelry on the woman standing in the middle of the lotus pond reflects the dazzling light.Dressed in a snow-white gauze, the pipa is half covered.

Under the veil, only those cold eyes were exposed.It's still clear and bright, but people seem to see Chang'e in the moon palace covered in hazy mist like a dream.

"Fenghe presents a piece of music to His Majesty."

Accompanied by the sound like ice jade, the sound of the pipa slowly changed its tune.

Such as turbulent water, gentle breeze.

When they closed their eyes, everyone seemed to be able to see a pool of fairyland lotus flowers that were blown by the gentle wind in different poses, but were gracefully presenting gifts.

Xie Qingying turned her hand and lifted the pipa behind her back to bounce. This posture showed a more graceful figure, with a slender waist and elegant sleeves, as if she would ride the wind and go away at any time.

Lin Lang was taking a new pot of fresh milk, and after mixing a proper amount of honey, she divided the second portion and chilled it.

It's such a joy to watch beautiful women play music while working!

When the song is over, everyone is amazed.

"Okay! The big strings are noisy like rain, and the small strings are like whispers. I didn't know that my concubine had such amazing skills!"

Murong Linshen personally stepped forward, led the person down, and even folded a lotus flower with his own hands and handed it to Yao Wanyi, saying: "My concubine is as elegant as this lotus, and it is heartbreaking."

The group of women below had different complexions, and Mrs. Qu had an even more ugly expression, almost tearing the veil in her hand.

Gu Wanxin, who received the hint from Concubine Rong's eyes, quickly opened her mouth and said, "Your Majesty, sister Wanyi is so gorgeous today, wouldn't it be a pity not to ask someone to keep a picture?"

"Then call out an artist to paint the concubine's body today." Murong Linshen put his arms around Xie Qingying, and sat among a bunch of beauties, as if they were hugging and teasing a group of pet cats and dogs.

"Actually, according to my concubine, I don't need to be called a painter." Gu Liangyuan continued to increase her enthusiasm, and she has always had two hands in this area.

"Sister Wei Wanyi has always been the best at ink painting, isn't it a perfect fit for her to do it? Your majesty, my concubine said it right."

She took the opportunity to stick it softly, but Wei Wanyi next to her had a stiff and pretty face.

She and Xie Qingying are both Wanyi, why should they be painters for each other? !
(End of this chapter)