The evil king's favorite snake and scorpion concubine

Chapter 111
"Okay, come here, prepare the piano, prepare the pen, ink and paper, and burn the incense," Hua Jingyu smiled slightly, with a majestic expression on his face. With a wave of her sleeves, she was carrying elegant and luxurious clothes. Many people at the banquet were dumbfounded. The eldest lady of the Hua family really has the demeanor of a mother who loves the world.Everyone couldn't help looking at Prince Nangong Yuanhui.

I saw Nangong Lingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was unpredictable, no one knew what the Crown Prince was thinking.

General Hua Mu's wife, Mrs. Liu, had ordered someone to prepare a jade case, piano table, pen, ink and paper, and the two contestants appeared on the stage one after another. Hua Jingyu in front of her seemed not to be flustered, calm and serene, and her pupils were full of wisdom. Compared with her calmness, Ming Yuer behind her was uneasy physically and mentally, and her walking legs were a little weak. The more confident Hua Jingyu was, the less confident she was. Ten slaps and twenty slaps.

Could it be that all of these will fall on her in the end? The more she thinks about it, the more frightened she becomes. Hua Jingyu has already walked to the middle of the banquet, looked at the place where the incense was burned, and said in a deep voice, "Light the incense."

As soon as she gave an order, the maids of the Hua family immediately lit incense, and the surroundings were silent, staring at Hua Jingyu and Ming Yuer.

As soon as Ming Yuer heard that the incense was lit, she immediately pressed the strings with one hand, and the melodious sound of the piano flowed through her fingers like water, lingering and far away, expressing her little daughter's heartfelt thoughts, Ming Yuer Reluctantly started to paint while playing the piano, although it was difficult, but the advantage was that she was proficient in both, so it was not bad.

When she looked back, she saw that Hua Jingyu by her side didn't move at all, and even had a slight eyelid. Ming Yu'er couldn't help being astonished when she saw it, and then she became proud. This woman seems to know nothing, this is really great Well, today these twenty slaps and twenty boards will all fall on this woman's head.

Ming Yuer is proud of herself.Suddenly, a stern music sounded, only shaking Ming Yu'er's mind, and with a flick of her fingers, she even played a few wrong notes.

At this time, Hua Jingyu moved, and she pressed the strings with her bare hands, and a series of mighty and majestic music flowed out from her fingers, bringing the solemn and solemn ancient battlefield, as well as the deep sorrow of the decisive battle, the soldiers sacrificed generously The festival spirit.

Everyone at the banquet was shocked by this music, especially Beiyou Wang Nangong Lingtian and Hua Qianxun who had experienced the battlefield were even more amazed. , It actually played an unprecedented scene of fighting on the battlefield. This piece of music truly composed the scene of soldiers preparing for battle in blood.

Many people at the banquet fell into this music and couldn't extricate themselves from it. In the end, not only the audience fell into the feeling of danger, but even Ming Yu'er was completely sucked by Hua Jingyu's music, immersed in the music In the created crisis, I couldn't help but feel uneasy and afraid.

Hua Jingyu ignored others, and immersed her whole body and mind in music and painting. While playing the piano ecstasy, she drew the picture of eight steeds with a pen. Her shadow fluttered between the qin platform and the desk, and finally formed a light and shadow. Only the scene of tears dripping from the mountains and rivers was heard, but her figure could not be seen.

After a stick of incense was burned, there was a loud sound, and the tragic piano sound stopped abruptly. There was a dead silence all around, and no one spoke. Everyone hadn't come out of the scene of the tragic decisive battle before, only when Hua Jingyu's cold voice sounded. .

"Ming Yu'er, are you voluntarily admitting defeat?"

This sound woke everyone up, and then no one knew who applauded, and finally the applause was like thunder, resounding through the night.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of many people in the upper position, looking at Hua Jingyu with surprise on their faces, and many people were talking in low voices.

From time to time, do you say that the eldest lady of the Hua family is a waste, and does she know nothing?But the piece she played could not be played without certain attainments, and even these young ladies present who thought they were very talented could not play such a majestic piano sound. At the banquet, the Eldest Princess spoke first.

"Miss Hua, you have never heard the sound of the piano before, I would like to ask, is this song famous?"

The eldest princess was very talented when she was young, and she was very fond of these talents, so she fell in love with the music played by Hua Jingyu as soon as she heard it, and asked involuntarily.Hua Jingyu said gracefully: "As the eldest princess said, this song is called Flying Daggers."

"House of Flying Daggers," the eldest princess muttered for a while, and then clapped her hands in applause: "What a song, Flying Daggers Flying Daggers really makes people feel like they are in the same place. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can we hear it in the world?" .”

At the banquet, everyone saw that the Eldest Princess praised the song so much, it was naturally the best, many people responded and praised the song as good.

Hua Qianxun, Hua Qingfeng and others, as well as Yan Bing and others couldn't help but wonder, when did Yu'er become proficient in this, it's so strange.

Compared with other people's eagerness, the faces of the people in Ming Palace at the banquet were not to mention ugly, especially Ming Princess's face was pale. In the contest between Hua Jingyu and her daughter, it was obvious that her daughter lost, so the twenty slaps Aren't the twenty boards going to fall on the daughter?
Ming Yu'er's face was as white as a piece of paper, without any blood color, and even her lips lost blood color, but she still supported herself, comforting herself, although Hua Jingyu's piano sound was better than hers, but before they It was agreed that the piano and the painting would be one, and if she didn't complete a complete portrait, then she wouldn't be considered a winner, and she wouldn't have to suffer those twenty slaps and twenty boards.

Naturally, Hua Jingyu did not ignore Ming Yuer's fluke look, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, if she dared to provoke her, she had the courage to bear it, thinking of Hua Jingyu raising her hand, the whole banquet fell silent, everyone Looking at her, the eyes looking at her at this time are completely different from before. Although many of them are jealous of her, there are also many people who admire her.

"I made an agreement with Little Princess Ming to completely integrate the piano and painting within the time of one stick of incense. The person who completes it will win. Obviously, Little Princess Ming hasn't finished it, so it's up to me?"

After she finished speaking, she shook the rice paper in her hand, and saw a complete painting on the rice paper, which turned out to be eight horses, eight horses with completely different expressions and postures, each of which was a first-class horse, this painting was exquisitely crafted , It seems that it is not inferior to the demeanor of the famous masters. Many people were amazed and praised one after another.

"This is the map of the eight steeds, everyone can see clearly," Hua Jingyu showed the map of the eight steeds to everyone, and finally she put away the map of the eight steeds slowly, with a bloody smile on the corner of her lips, Sensei said: "Mistress Ming, you lost."

The sound of you losing made Ming Yu'er's body tremble, she subconsciously backed away, and became frightened, twenty slaps on the face, twenty slaps on the board, if she really slapped her face, she might lose one face, it would be herself Twenty boards down, I'm afraid there will only be one breath left.

(End of this chapter)