Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 892
"Oh? It turns out that the princess has this habit. If I remember correctly, performing in front of everyone seems to be the behavior of an actor and geisha. If the princess likes it, then go for it. I, Canglan, have a special band to accompany you." Mu Wanxiang She gently covered the corners of her lips with her sleeves, but her brows and eyes were full of smiles.

"Of course, I don't mean to look down on actors and geishas, ​​after all, they are worthy of respect." The implication is that Princess Tanglin is no longer worthy of respect.

Princess Dongling, the envoy, and a few people over there had obviously understood what Mu Wanxiang meant, their faces were livid, and they wanted to argue angrily but didn't know how to speak.

Murong Chengkang's gaze never left Mu Wanxiang's body after she came in. He didn't speak, but listened to Mu Wanxiang's words.

As for the people present, they were all courtiers who had been with Murong Chengkang for many years. They met every day, so they could naturally guess what he meant.

Therefore, Murong Chengkang didn't open his mouth, and they didn't talk, they just watched the play happily.

"In the final analysis, you are the real person with no morals and no talent. You are just a street shrew who can only talk quickly." Princess Donglin smiled contemptuously, as if she had finally found something worthy of superiority. .

Mu Wanxiang looked at the rippling sake in her hand thoughtfully, her face was flat.

"Comparison, I just hope that the princess will not say that I, Canglan, bullied the guests who came from afar. After the results come out, I hope that the princess can see my identity clearly, and go back wherever I should, so as not to make me laugh." Mu Wanxiang lifted The eyes, the eyes are shining with splendor.

Seeing Mu Wanxiang's calm look, Princess Dongling felt a little flustered.

However, she still bit the bullet.

Playing the piano, painting, and calligraphy were all completed within a quarter of an hour, and each piece was done with excellent skill.

Mu Wanxiang just watched her toss lightly, but felt melancholy in her heart

She originally wanted to return the favor, but if she didn't handle it well, she always felt that something was wrong.

It is about to rise to the relationship between the two countries, and she is really guilty, so it is better to ignore it.

Mu Wanxiang lowered her head and thought about her own affairs, but she didn't see Princess Dongling looking at her proudly, and yelled.

Nian Xun looked at Mu Wanxiang with her head bowed in thought, and gently reminded her.

No matter what, the two princesses seemed to be competing for her.

He is famine, when he has such a great charm, I really can't figure it out.

Mu Wanxiang looked up at her, got up and walked forward.

Mu Wanxiang didn't have the heart to do it slowly. She painted with one hand and wrote poetry with one hand. She used both hands together, but neither side was affected in any way.

Mu Shenghuang only taught her painting and calligraphy for a short period of time, but her style is still influenced by Mu Shenghuang's paintings, which is more atmospheric, especially good at landscape paintings.

After finishing the painting, a quarter of an hour did not arrive.

Princess Dongling looked a little ugly when she saw her complete the two tasks so calmly, and both of them had higher meanings than her.

However, she did not give up and wanted to play chess with Mu Wanxiang.

Mu Wanxiang just smiled lightly and said: "You can play chess, I think you are too tired to compete one by one, how about this, I will play chess and piano at the same time, don't say I bully you."

As a result, there was no doubt that it was just that the complexions of the people present were not so good.

They are all important ministers, and they have long heard that Mu Wanxiang was brought back by Murong Chengkang from outside the palace, and that Murong Chengkang treated her extraordinarily, giving her everything.

Seeing Mu Wanxiang is amazing now, she is not inferior to a man in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)