Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 309: An Immediate Hit (3)
Jin Hao bowed and responded: "Although my daughter's skills are shallow, but the princess has a life, and my daughter can only show her shame."

Such a sentence caused everyone to look at each other in dismay. The Sixth Miss of the Mo family's poems and songs complement each other, uniquely endowed with a unique style. Is the Fifth Miss of the Mo family daring to accept such an invitation because she is confident or stupid?

After hearing Jinhao's words, Xie Mingtan relaxed abnormally, and his heart finally returned to his place... I dare not say anything else, but a good guy doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and his friend can't do it.

Xie Mingyou frowned slightly, his eyes flashed, watching Jin Hao's eyes gradually deepen.

The eldest princess raised her eyebrows and said, "You are poetry, song, Fu and dance, which one do you choose?" She is really cute, and she likes it more and more. If she is not too young, she doesn't have to be so cautious, just grab it back.

Jin Hao raised his voice: "Poems, songs, Fu and dances are all selected." Since he wants to move the capital, he must show his skills.

Although he didn't know what Jin's cousin was going to do, Jinhao believed that Jin Hanlin would not harm her, and there must be a reason for him to do so.

Everyone was in an uproar, thinking that the girl in front of her had something wrong with her brain, how could a person take care of both poetry, song and dance at the same time, isn't this a fantasy?
There was a lot of whispering everywhere, seeing Jin Hao's eyes with a little more contempt, Mo Jinling sneered at the side, and lowered her voice, "Fifth Sister, it's not shameful to lose to me." The voice was rampant, with a faint sense of confidence.

She didn't believe that Jin Hao could make something better than herself in a hurry. You know, her poems and songs are the most beautiful in the world.

Jin Hao glanced at her coldly: "I hope you can continue to be so confident."

For some reason, at this moment, Mo Jinling couldn't believe what was a sure thing. Looking at the look of the cheap girl, she seemed to have a plan in mind.

Is there really anyone in the world who is better than her?
You must know that her mother spent a lot of money on this word and song, and invited countless talents from the heavens to figure it out together, bringing together the wisdom of many talents and celebrities, for the shock of that moment just now.

Jinhao didn't pay attention to the expressions of the crowd at all, but calmed down and told the servants of the Princess' Courtyard to prepare a huge white silk and satin to spread on the ground, and asked people to prepare four guqins and put them on the white silk and satin in a closed manner. He also asked people to prepare a blank painting screen next to the white silk and satin.

At the same time, someone prepared a pot of ink, yes, a whole pot.

After everything was ready, Jin Hao jumped up, and there was a slight piercing sound of "crack", which turned out to be the sound of strings being plucked.

Everyone was speechless, the four Guqins on the ground, but it was rare for the Eldest Princess to be willing to show off the instruments to others. Is this girl too courageous to stand on the strings... This is asking for death.

However, how elegant it is. In ancient times, there was a flying swallow dancing in the palm of the hand. Today, the sixth miss of the Mo family stands on the strings. If it can be done, it will be a good story that will last forever!
Only Xie Mingtan and Xie Mingyou's eyes were shining brightly, and the usually calm eldest princess almost turned away in excitement.

There is a long slide under the feet, and the sound of the piano is like a clear spring flowing across the cobblestones, like a drizzle that wets a plantain, like a rising sun illuminating the earth, like a bright moon covering the sea.

"Flowers of plants and trees on land and water are very lovely. Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone; since Li Tang, the world loves peonies; Yu Du loves lotuses that come out of mud but are not stained, are clean and not demonic, and are straight from the outside. No vines or branches, the fragrance is far away and clear, and the pavilions are planted quietly, which can be viewed from a distance but not to be played with. Yu said that the chrysanthemum is the hermit of flowers; the peony is the rich and noble flower; the lotus is the gentleman of flowers. The love of chrysanthemums is seldom heard of by Empress Tao; the love of lotus is the same as who gave it; the love of peonies is suitable for everyone..."

The singing sound is like a camel bell in the desert, blowing into people's ears, there is really a feeling of being there, as far as it is near, as real as it is illusory, as dreamlike as a painting, at this moment, the world changes color.

Everyone had a feeling of being in a dream, and stared at the girl on the guqin in disbelief. The melodious sound of the piano was actually played by the girl on her toes.

Jin Hao not only played, but sang "Ai Lian Shuo" in his mouth, his graceful body also danced, and the straight sleeves of the brocade fluctuated in a "off-string" manner. When it came to "playing shadows", the long sleeves suddenly fell to the right, and the body Suddenly to the left, the wolf hair hidden in the sleeves, on the blank screen, wrote a line of words, even so, the action of pulling the strings under the feet did not stop at all, the sound of the piano was melodious, the sleeves were swung horizontally, and the whole person leaned back, In the state of an arched bridge, the wolf hair in the hand is falling on the fragrance of the ink basin, but it actually soaked in the ink basin for a while, causing a group of panic, sprinkled a little ink, and walked to the right, soft Even with those sleeves turned to the right, the wolf hair in his hand landed on the blank screen at a dazzling speed.

Jin Hao's dancing posture, like flowing clouds and flowing water, is extremely gorgeous, but even more breathtaking. The flying leaves are accompanied by the peerless dance of the beauty, the peerless tune, and the peerless "Ailian's Talk". At this moment, everyone They all stared intently, completely bewildered by Jin Hao.

Everyone was shocked, frightened, and overjoyed by Jin Hao: they were able to see such an amazing and peerless demeanor.

The light in the eyes of the second prince, who had been looking at each other silently, was getting hotter and hotter, like the sun in the sky, looking at Jin Hao who was dancing on the field, he had a faint hunting attitude, without the slightest carelessness.

But Jin Hao, who is dancing, seems not to notice, completely immersed in her dancing posture, with high spirits, dancing lightly and gracefully, spinning like a moon in the water, smiling and looking back, full of charm, soft like a weak willow The waist is swaying like the wind, and the hair is like tassels, beautiful and magnificent.

The second prince's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help murmuring softly: "Nine autumn evenings at the Huayan Festival, I fly my sleeves to blow the clouds and rain. It's as light as orchids and emerald greens, and graceful as a dragon swimming. It's low back to the lotus and breaks the waves. The messy snow is lingering in the wind. When you fall into the bait, you look forward to it. I want to repair my skirt Going back to the sky. I can't catch my sorrow, so I fly to chase after Jinghong."

In Xie Mingtan's eyes, he couldn't find any words other than admiration. He was actually worried about her just now. This kind of talent is hard to find in the world, and this kind of skill is probably very difficult for people to distinguish.

At this time, Jin Hao suddenly stepped on the strings and spun around. Because of the movement of flying up and down, the wide hem of the clothes was swayed up and down, like flying, a beauty that does not belong to the world, her hair flutters lightly, she dances so beautifully Dedicated, so eye-catching, it seems like flying catkins fluttering in the wind, more like spring petals, fluttering in the air non-stop. It was spinning like a clockwork, the wolf in his hand landed on the painting screen from time to time, and the sound of the piano under his feet gradually lost its grace and became more urgent.

In the end, due to thousands of weeks, she seemed to be flying tirelessly, like a fairy born from a lotus flower, as if she wanted to get rid of the real body of the lotus flower and fly into the sky to become a fairy.

(End of this chapter)