Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 127 The sickly proton turned black 35
"Girl, does your song have a name? I've never heard it before."

Beili stroked his beard, and there was some interest in his cloudy but hale eyes.

Jiuzhou was plagued by disasters and the people were killed. Many literati were frustrated and indulged in sensuality and highly praised folk arts.

Wen Chao's song is full of twists and turns, generous and full of twists and turns, which is enough to make her popular among that group of literati.

"This song is called "East Wind Zhi". I would like to borrow the east wind to support Qingyun Zhi. I composed it myself and have not borrowed from the works of famous artists. Therefore, you have never heard it."

Wen Chao in the palace was half-embracing the pipa, and Shi Shiran bowed with his waist.

A smile appeared on Beili's face, and he praised it: "The good wind has sent me to the blue clouds with its power. Yes, the idea of ​​​​Nvwa'er's song is wonderful."

Many princes and grandsons also looked straight at it.

"Although the second princess is a woman, she has such great ambitions. The song "East Wind Chronicles" is really mesmerizing!"

"She composed the music herself! She is so talented at a young age... will she be able to do it when she grows up?"

"You are not the best at music, but have you written down the music score? I will study it carefully when I go back..."

There were constant whispers in the palace, and Emperor Yan's expression also improved.

He was also afraid that his daughter would do something embarrassing like Princess Zhao.

Looking at it now, she does have something of her own in daring to be the first, and she is at least astonishingly talented in folk arts.

"Good deeds are rewarded."

Beili all praised Wen Chao, and Emperor Yan gave him a reward with a wave of his hand.

"My son, I thank my father for the reward, and I appreciate your love."

Wen Chi thanked the emperor for his kindness. After standing up, he turned to Wen Yao with a smile and said, "Sister, it's your turn."

The rabbit demon saw provocation in her smile.

This song "Dongfeng Zhi" was composed by the original owner, and the complete version has never been played in front of others.

According to the original owner's temperament, he planned to play it at this banquet.

Wen Chao, however, took the lead and played the ball without missing a beat.

And the proficiency is very high, obviously after a long period of practice.Predict the future, or go back to the past?

Wen Yao slowly took a bite of steamed chicken with moxa pepper.

In order to prepare for the banquet, the royal family spent a lot of money on purchasing Ai pepper from outside the palace.

If she hadn't witnessed the conversation between Jiang Ziyuan and Beili in her dream, she wouldn't have known that Zaizai had made all the money.

Will Wen Chao also make a fortune from Ai Jiao?
She didn't mind being provoked by Wen Chao, but thinking of Jiang Ziyuan, the rabbit demon felt a little annoyed for no reason.

After chewing the chicken in her mouth carefully, she put down her chopsticks and stood up.

The expression of disbelief and panic that Wen Chao had imagined did not appear on the girl's face.

Wen Chao stole the music from the original owner, but she had no intention of playing the pipa.

"Baizhi, pen and ink."

The girl glanced over, and Bai Zhi nodded knowingly and presented the pen and ink she had prepared long ago.

"Eldest Princess, are you going to...paint?"

"The eldest princess is also good at painting? Could it be calligraphy?"

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Among the four arts of Kyushu women, there are chess, calligraphy, and painting, but most of them are good at playing harp, while only a few are really good at calligraphy and painting.

There are many women in the pipa field, but all the famous calligraphers and painters in Kyushu are men.

There was a lot of noise, but the girl in question just raised her pen indifferently.

The rice paper is not very large, but Wen Yao is so petite that standing in the center seems to be swallowed up by the paper.

As the pen and ink passed, the voices in the hall became smaller and smaller.

Those sitting in the front row gradually held their breath.

"A picture of a banquet to celebrate the gathering of talented people from all over the world."

(End of this chapter)