After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 16
As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

The style of the whole body is completely different from the elegant and dignified style advocated by the noble lady. The makeup is bright and bright, with red and purple three or four across the eyes, gold foil tinsel on the forehead, and rouge and pomegranate.

The crow's eyelashes swept away, and a pair of green eyes slowly looked towards the banquet, calm and clear, like ripples of lake water.

Passing Ye Chenyue's slightly raised eyebrows, Ye Wenkang's whitish fingertips under Ye Wenkang's fan bones, and finally fixed on Ye Zhonghan's shining eyes.When she looked at him, she was engrossed in it. It was only for a moment, but it seemed that a thousand years had passed.

Suddenly, she had turned her face and twirled, the crimson skirt fluttered, and strands of silk ribbons fell like dense rain.

In the colorless ink painting Yangchun, a red rain with deep color and luster fell.

"Great, too, great..." Ye Zhonghan's tea cup clanged and fell down.The teacup rolled down to the side of the shoe, the attendant Fang woke up like a dream, retrieved the plate for him, and ordered someone to replace it.

Sometimes, stunning and perfect performances will make people forget to breathe, forget to move, and forget to speak.

He annoyed himself that a person who used to be conceited and eloquent couldn't say anything except a good one.

No one cares about this episode.

Just because of the stage, accidents happened suddenly.

The ink that has just dried up is wet and slippery, and it is not suitable for smearing, and it is even more unbearable to step on it.

Jiang Muge knew this, and always walked on thin ice, only dancing in the area that Han Zhenlian had dried up for a long time.

Since the bursts of sighs were heard during the banquet, the music became shorter and shorter. The song "Yangchun" gradually became impatient, and Han Zhenlian's pen and ink became more and more vivid.

Everywhere she goes, the brush follows her toes like a shadow.

It is inevitable that the dancing posture will jump and spin, and then fall to the ground, dipped in mud and slippery.

The legs tilted with the toes, the knees could no longer support, the skirt bloomed like flowers, and the dancer fell to his knees among the mountains and rivers.

Suddenly there was a burst of exclamation during the banquet.

Han Momo was in front of him, and seeing Jiang Muge fall, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.Looking sideways at Han Zhenlian, he is also looking over at the moment.

A dignified painter, he was restless and distracted when he was writing, as if he was asking: "Are you satisfied now?"

Originally, Han Momo wanted to nod slightly to signal him to stop here.

But at this time, the front suddenly clapped like a drum.

Jiang Muge half-kneeled on the painting while holding the hem of her skirt, but she didn't stop moving.

The blush on her lips slowly faded away, and she even smiled.Stretch out your hands in the direction of Han Zhenlian, spread your fingertips, and then lower them.

Wherever it passes, lotus flowers are drawn in the air.

Seeing that she didn't seem flustered, everyone thought that fall was also a design.

Dudu Han Zhenlian could see clearly that when she slipped and fell her complexion was in pain, but immediately changed into a suspicious smile.

If he didn't remember that there was a loud bang when she landed, he would have thought that he had hallucinated in a trance.

The conversion was so quick that he felt his heart tremble inexplicably.

At this time, Han Momo saw that Jiang Muge's expression was normal, and continued to dance, but couldn't sit still anymore.The original brisk music turned into thunder and raindrops brewing a flood, and they rushed to the feast of flowers.

When the emperor heard this "Yang Chun", his eyebrows also rose and fell.Regardless of Ye Zhonghan, who has always been infatuated with music and art.

At this moment, he had already set up the table impatiently, and waited for the waiter to replace it with a cup of jasmine fragrance in fear, and drank it all in one gulp.

It is urgent to suppress the fire at this moment.This piano, the more I listen to it, the more irritable my heart becomes.

The painter who painted near the same sound of the zither also felt miserable in his heart.

Han Zhenlian knew that Han Momo wanted him to continue to embarrass Jiang Muge.Jiang Muge's legs and feet are inconvenient now, but he seems like a cunning rabbit that can't be caught.Wherever he put the nib, she had already run away.

She even made trouble with him on purpose, sometimes when he was about to write a pen, she just stayed there for a while.

The leg movements are simplified, and the hand movements are agile and agile.

When the music fell and he had to paint, she refused to let him paint.When she went around to draw elsewhere first, she followed in the blink of an eye.The long skirt dragged the floor, causing Han Zhenlian to hold up the paintbrush, helpless.

The hateful thing is that Jiang Muge still smiled at him so brightly.

I really don't know whether she is innocent or deliberately playing tricks.Being on the stage, it is not easy to question each other.

Han Zhenlian had no choice but to grit his teeth, try his best to survive in the cracks, and paint the landscape that had been composed as complete as possible.

The little girl opposite him smiled even more happily, as if she was keen to stay with him.Between painting and dancing, the stage becomes a battlefield for enclosing territory.Coupled with the sound of the piano splashing like a tide, the atmosphere gradually becomes extremely weird.

Everyone at the banquet looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Is this "Yang Chun" or "Nao Chun"?" Ye Zhonghan coughed, "If you say this is a lion dance performance during the Spring Festival, it doesn't make people feel out of harmony."

Ye Wenkang interrupted him: "Wouldn't it be fun to have a beautiful woman with beautiful music? Fourth brother is too demanding."

The two bickered, Ye Chenyue smiled and watched, feeling extremely happy.

The emperor picked up a piece of light red tea fruit, tasted it with relish, and finally said: "Look carefully, Mr. Zhenlian's actions are really interesting."

"That's right, Mr. Zhen Lian's paintings are so unfashionable sometimes!" Ye Zhonghan took a closer look, and couldn't help but smile.

I saw the silver-haired painter, always bewildered by the smiling dancer in front of him every time he wrote a pen.

After going around for a while, the dancer came galloping again.Painting and painting, relying on quick eyesight and quick hands to add a stroke occasionally.

In the end, Han Zhenlian scratched his head and cheeks in worry, with a gloomy expression.Just like a real eighty-year-old man.

"I'm used to Mr. Zhenlian's arrogance, I don't want a woman to make him helpless to such an embarrassment today."

"Haha, exactly!"

"As the saying goes, one thing in this world is one thing. It seems that Mr. Han can't escape the feet of this little girl."

Following the emperor's wishes, everyone carefully watched Han Zhenlian's every move, and then the eloquent man enthusiastically explained.There was a moment of laughter during the dinner.

It can be said that tea is not intoxicating, and everyone is drunk.

Seeing that everyone responded well, Han Momo's fingertips were already out of order.She gradually became depressed, and her heart was full of hatred for Jiang Muge.

I really don't understand why Han Zhenlian dared to offend Jiang Muge, even her future princess.

Now the sound of the piano has already given hints, telling him to continue to entrap Jiang Muge.He seemed deaf.Only the crimson ribbons are flying around, and there is no longer the picture of Jiang Muge full of loopholes and ugliness in his imagination.

She only saw joy in the eyes of those guests.

Damn joy!
Han Momo stroked the piano unwillingly, hitting the final note.

The streamers spread all over the sky along with the hem of the skirt, and Jiang Muge also saluted forward.On the side, Han Zhenlian stood still holding the paintbrush with a stinky face.

There was a burst of noise during the banquet, with cheers, cheers, and complaints.

"Okay, okay, this surging "Yangchun" is finally over."

"Come on, I haven't seen enough!"

"Your Majesty is still ahead, don't be impatient, and be careful to be recorded again."

"..."

At the end of the song, the emperor took the lead in pressing down his hands to signal for everyone to be quiet.

Some stood up excitedly, and then slowly sat down, looking at the chief seat eagerly.

Ye Wenkang folded his folding fan, clasped his hands and asked, "What do you think the emperor wants? Can this performance be the first prize in this year's Hundred Flowers Banquet?"

(End of this chapter)