I see You Lian is the ally

Chapter 73 She's Finished

But obviously it was too late.

Zheng Min's eyes wandered around in the crowd, and finally fell on Hua Jiao. He raised his finger and said, "It's her, my cousin Jiang Huajiao."

Jiang Huajiao frowned, and a strange light flashed in his clear eyes.

What cousin?
Zheng Min seems to love to fight against her.

At the beginning when she pretended to go back to Xifu, Zheng Min was so angry that she jumped.Now that she has broken ties with Xifu, Zheng Min wants to get involved with her again.In short, she just didn't want her to be happy.

As soon as Zheng Min finished speaking, everyone sitting around the painting corner looked at her, with expressions of surprise, disbelief, or disdain.

Hua Jiao knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply sat there with a calm face, as if Zheng Min was not talking about himself.

Kong Yu was sitting not far in front of the painting corner, and at this moment he turned his head and glanced at her, with an expression of waiting to see her embarrassment.Even her maid, Xue Xiu, nervously tugged off the sleeve of the corner of the painting, and asked, "My lady, what should I do? Do you want to go on stage?"

Now she seldom plays the pipa, even Xue Xiu thinks that she is not good at playing the pipa.

At this time, a palace attendant walked up to the corner of the painting and said in a clear voice: "Ms. Jiang, His Royal Highness King Kang and His Highness Princess invite you to compete on stage."

Hua Jiao smiled sweetly: "Please tell His Royal Highness Kang Wang and Princess Highness that I have no intention of competing, and I don't want to compete for the best piano."

Who said that if you play well, you have to compete, but she doesn't want to. Could it be that they can force her to take the stage?

If Yu Taiqing was not present, she would not mind going on stage to compete with Zheng Min.However, Yu Taiqing was present, if she played the pipa, what if it aroused his suspicion?

The palace maid turned around and went back to report, Hua Jiao originally thought that the matter was settled like this, but she seemed to have underestimated Kang Wang's persistence.

The palace servant turned back to her and said, "His Royal Highness Kang Wang said, it doesn't matter if the young lady doesn't want to go on stage. After the competition is over, please play a song for him in private."

Today, the descendants are thin, there are two princes and two princesses.The eldest son, Li Huan, is the crown prince, and he and Princess Jing'an belonged to the former empress Wang's family.Kangwang Li Ye Xingsan, and the youngest princess, Princess Changqing, are both born of virtuous concubines.

Kang Wang is not as famous as the prince, but is famous for eating, drinking and having fun, especially for fun.King Kang's mansion kept many musicians and mothers of Qin, and now that they heard that Huajiao played the pipa well, they naturally refused to let them go.

But playing for Kang Wang in private, then who is she in the eyes of everyone?
Zheng Min smiled gently towards the corner of the painting, but there was a hint of provocation in his clear eyes.

Hua Jiao got up and followed the palace servants to the front.

Since you can't escape sooner or later, it's better to go on stage now.

A palace servant came forward and handed Huajiao the pipa, Huajiao leaned over to hug them, bowed to salute everyone, took two steps back, and sat on the piano bench that had been prepared.

She sat with her head bowed, and the pipa covered half of her face.

She stretched out her slender fingers, hooked on the strings, and tuned the strings. Fang raised her eyes to look at the crowd, nodded, and her eyes glanced over Yu Taiqing's face inadvertently.

Mrs. Yu sat idly in front of the desk, holding a teacup, and was about to drink tea. When she saw her appearance clearly, she felt a "buzz" in her head, and her heart suddenly missed a few beats.

He clings to the teacup and remains motionless, as if he was nailed to the spot.

Whether it is the peony or the person in front of me, it seems that the color has faded in an instant, and she is the only one left, fresh and beautiful.

is her!

However, how could she appear here?
Huajiao presses the strings with his left hand and fiddles with his right hand, and the melody of the piano flows like flowing clouds and flowing water in the hall.

Yu Taiqing held the teacup and did not move for a long time.He looked at her unscrupulously from above the teacup, and the original smile on the corner of his lips slowly condensed.

Ever since she escaped from the mansion with the nightmare, he has been waiting for her to come back.He is sure that she is human, and he has clearly told her that she has a terrible and violent spirit in her body, and if she wants to survive, she needs to be healed.

But she never came back.

He thought he had made a wrong judgment, could it be that she was a monster but not a human?

If she was a demon, she might be gone forever, and he might never see her again in this life.

He never expected that she would appear at the Peony Flower Banquet.

She took off the old clothes of the common people and dressed them in rich clothes, with the hair in the bun and the girl in a bun, and a pair of bright eyes looking forward to the gods on the face of the lotus jade.

Hua Jiao lowered her eyes and played the pipa, and the five fingers of her right hand flexibly danced and hooked on the strings, and the grand and gorgeous music poured out from under her fingers.

She can play the pipa.

She's still a sorcerer.

Yu Taiqing raised her eyes and smiled, holding on to the teacup with her slender fingers, she glanced at her faintly.The sunlight shone through the glass, as if the warmth was filtered out, leaving only the cold white light on his face, reflecting the coldness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

He vaguely heard the whispers of King Kang and Princess Jing'an beside him.

"So, she is Jiang Huajiao, the daughter of former Zhongshuling Zheng Yuan's family. Her father's surname is Zheng. Why is her surname Jiang?"

"I heard from Pei Ruji that her surname is her mother's surname, and she grew up with her grandparents."

"Ms. Jiang's pipa skills are superb, and her appearance is not bad..."

"Don't even think about it, Mrs. Jiang is afraid that she is already famous and has someone to marry."

……

Ginger draws corners.

He silently said the name several times in his heart, and suddenly remembered something.

Upstairs in Fengyang, that woman who had a private meeting with Pei Ru, is she?
She and Pei Ruji are engaged.

The brilliance in Yu Taiqing's eyes faded little by little, and when she looked at Hua Jiao again, a trace of loneliness flashed in her lacquered eyes.

As Huajiao played, he told himself in his heart, it's nothing, every lady in Lan'an City has not practiced piano skills since she was a child, it's normal for her to play the pipa, it wouldn't be strange.

He might not necessarily think of her in the peach blossom forest.

But why did he keep staring at her?

Although Huajiao didn't raise his head, he could feel that Yu Taiqing's eyes were staring at her all the time, like a prickling light, which made her feel uneasy, cold sweat gradually oozing from her forehead, her cheeks Also faintly hot.

She had never been so nervous in the face of a fierce and tyrannical monster, but how could she be so uncomfortable after being stared at by him.

The corner of Huajiao's lips curled up into a smile, he suddenly raised his eyes, and gave Yu Taiqing a hard look.

The eyes of the two met and intertwined unexpectedly in the air, but in an instant, they flew away as if they were stung.

Hua Jiao's fingers trembled slightly, and he played a wrong note, and then another wrong note.

She hooked the string vigorously, only to hear the string break with a crash.

At this moment, she vaguely felt that something in her heart was also broken, and her whole body was a little bit broken.

Finished!

She is done!
She didn't know how she felt in her heart, she only knew that she was finished!
She paused her fingers to suppress the panic in her heart, and her slender fingers kept changing their fingerings, frantically flicking and flicking on the strings.

The sound of the pipa is like a river pouring down, splashing jade and flying flowers.

There was no sound in Chongyun Hall, and no one thought that she would be able to play such a moving tune even when a string was broken.

(End of this chapter)