The reborn abandoned woman reigns

Chapter 11
When Sima Xukong was in a daze, Bao'er beside him was not idle, she would secretly push him and wink at him from time to time.

How could he not know what Bo'er meant?As a lobbyist, Sima Xukong should surround Mr. Zi Lin with enthusiasm to show his sincerity.But although Mr. Lin always had a smile on his face and was gentle and polite to others, his eyes were filled with the indifference of a giant thousands of miles away, which made Sima Xukong feel ironic.Therefore, asking him to lower his social status to please Mr. Zilin, Sima Xukong couldn't do it.Besides, with such a difficult bone, he didn't think that he could change the other party's mind by saying a few polite words and coaxing.That being the case, why not take a look at the excitement, wouldn't it be better?
Deliberately ignoring Bao'er's hint, Sima Xukong fiddled with the rose branches in front of him, thinking about how to play tricks on the sharp-toothed kitten below.

The competition proceeded in an orderly manner, and soon, it was the eldest grandson Jingrong who appeared on the stage.

An aunt propped up the flower stand needed by the eldest grandson Jingrong, and then moved a double armchair with pineapple wood chi pattern, and a transparent glass water bottle was placed on the ground, which contained a colorless and odorless liquid.

Standing up a little drowsily, Changsun Jingrong showed a gentle smile.Slowly walked to the center, sat firmly in front of the flower stand, and opened the wooden box that he carried with him. The eldest grandson Jingrong took out two silver needles, passed through the colored silver thread, took one in each hand, and tied them into the white silk cloth. Looking at that posture, it turns out that she wants to embroider with both hands!
The ladies and nobles who had been taking it lightly, all sat up straight the moment Changsun Jingrong dropped the silver needle with both hands, and looked at it rightly.

Under the sun, a woman in a gorgeous long dress shuttled her hands on the white silk cloth like flowing water. Every time she moved, the pattern would become more vivid, but with each additional stitch, the pattern would change, making it impossible to guess. Tou, what exactly does the embroiderer want to embroider.Originally the most boring thing, because of all kinds of unknowns, it attracts everyone's attention.

Unknowingly, there was a sound of water droplets hitting the stone. The sound of the piano was clear and sweet, which shocked people's spirits.The sound of the piano complements Changsun Jingrong's flowing movements, making people forget where they are, as if they are in a painting, like a dream.

"My God, is that a butterfly? How did it land on the cloth?"

I don't know who shouted it softly, and everyone looked intently, the colorful butterflies were not just landing on the cloth embroidered with flowers!Not only that, but there were colorful butterflies landing on the skirt of the eldest grandson Jingrong, coupled with the quiet and beautiful face of the eldest grandson Jingrong, everyone was intoxicated unconsciously. .

Sima Xukong involuntarily held his breath, leaned forward slightly, stared at his eldest grandson Jingrong with both eyes, and inexplicably caused a commotion in a certain corner of his heart.He wanted to suppress that strange feeling, but the price of trying to bear it was that he got deeper into it.

Before they knew it, Changsun Jingrong withdrew his arm and twitched his fingers lightly. Everyone woke up like a dream, and they just came back to their senses.Standing up slowly, Changsun Jingrong turned sideways, and showed a picture of thousands of leaves surrounded by flowers in front of everyone.Until now, everyone has seen the whole picture embroidery, and its exquisiteness is amazing.

Just when everyone was praising, Changsun Jingrong had a meaningful smile on his mouth, and then took half a step back, stretched out his hand on the flower stand, and pushed it gently.

Like a giant wheel turning, the pure white cloth turned the sky, and the colorful butterflies perched on the cloth flew up one after another. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the colorful flowers changed their appearance. Everyone took a closer look to see where there were any flowers, leaves and leaves. , is clearly a map of Kyushu under the moon!

This time, no one made a sound, because everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, and the shock could not be expressed in words.

Looking around at the crowd, Changsun Jingrong had a slight smile on his face, and finally said loudly: "Long Rui Dynasty, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of years of prosperity!"

In the silence, Mr. Zilin clapped his palms lightly, as if throwing a stone on the calm water. Everyone woke up and all praised him.

As if having some unknown induction, Changsun Jingrong turned around and looked at the man in the attic.The man was dressed in white, his black hair was lightly brushed, and his eyes were as black as jewels. He moved his hands and feet, showing a free and easy air.

Although they had never met each other before, Changsun Jingrong knew with certainty that that person was Mr. Zi Lin!
The wind dyes the frost and the black, and the sword draws across the sky. Mr. Zilin really lives up to his reputation!

A small smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth, Changsun Jingrong felt that today's trip was really worthwhile!

Looking at the woman's smiling face, Sima Xukong suddenly felt an evil fire surge in his heart, and he clenched his fists involuntarily.Glancing sideways at Mr. Zi Lin who was also smiling, Sima Xukong really wanted to disregard Brother Huang's wishes and throw this man downstairs!
Aunt Su has lived in the palace for most of her life and has seen all kinds of strange people and strange things, but even so, the performance of the eldest grandson Jingrong still made her nod her head in approval, and said: "Young lady's double-sided embroidered hands are truly amazing. It is breathtaking, and the most masterful piece of work I have ever seen in my life.”

Even Aunt Su, who has always been cautious in her words and deeds, praised her, which made the other girls jealous and hated, especially Gu Qingqing, who was upstaged by her sister, and now her sister is doing so well, she was so angry that she almost gritted her silver teeth.

Sitting back on the seat lightly, Zhao Herong immediately leaned over and said enviously: "My sister still has such a good skill, it's really wonderful! Sister, tell me, can I learn such a skill one day?"

Looking at Zhao Herong's expectant eyes, Changsun Jingong couldn't help but feel amused, and said: "Why is this so difficult? As long as you have patience, you can learn something with time."

Hearing this, he was very happy to find He Rong, and he pursed his lips happily for a long time.

Looking at Zhao Herong's innocent appearance, Changsun Jingrong frowned slightly.

She can know the other women present very well, and even knows what kind of fancy clothes they will wear today.But for Zhao Herong, she has no clue at all, and she doesn't even know what she is good at.This kind of unknown made the eldest grandson Jingrong feel inappropriate, and decided that after returning home today, he would ask his mother for clarification!
"Sister, I'm the next one. I'm a little nervous."

While secretly speculating, Changsun Jingrong heard Zhao Herong's uneasy voice, turned around and looked at her with deep eyes.Just when Zhao Herong was puzzled, Changsun Jingrong smiled and said, "Why are you nervous, do you want to win the first place?"

Zhao Herong shook her head immediately, and said: "This time I came to join the Women's Poetry Club, it was all arranged by my father, I don't even know what is the use of coming here."

"Then it's fine, since you don't even want to get anything from here, so what if you perform well?"

Feeling that Changsun Jingrong's words made sense, Zhao Herong silently nodded.The moment she raised her head, she wanted to say something more, but it was her time to enter.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao He Rongxiong went out in high spirits, the look of seeing death as home made Chang Sun Jingrong couldn't help but laugh.

However, when Zhao Herong danced the drumsticks and danced to the music of the drums, Changsun Jingrong couldn't help but nodded frequently, thinking that although this little girl looked confused and weak, she performed the drumstick in a majestic, heroic and tough manner.This strong contrast with its cute and weak appearance also leaves a deep impression on people.

After winning applause, Zhao Herong ran back to her seat like a rabbit, and said with a smile, "Sister, what do you think of my performance just now?"

"Of course it's excellent." This time, Changsun Jingrong said from the bottom of his heart.

After hearing this, Zhao Herong stuck out her tongue and sat down happily.

Soon, the first round of competition was over, and the men in the attic were already eager to try.When the women left their seats and took a break outside the arena, the men put the roses in their hands into the vases they liked. After a while, the outcome was decided.

Returning to the arena again, Changsun Jingrong and Zhao Herong returned to the seat together, but suddenly found that there were sixteen roses in his vase!Busily looking up and looking around, Changsun Jingrong slowly frowned.

Among the twenty vases, there were more or less beautiful roses blooming, and among them, the vase in front of Changsun Jingrong was the most colorful.And this also proved that in the talent show just now, she won the first place!
Squeezing her palms, Changsun Jingrong felt that things had changed, maybe she shouldn't be in the limelight anymore.

Lowering his eyebrows to cover up the thoughts in his heart, the eldest grandson sat down in a dignified manner, held his breath, and said no more.

On the other hand, Zhao Herong, who was beside her, looked at a rose in the vase with a face full of novelty, as if she never thought that her dance of "catching up" would be appreciated by others.

Reaching out to grab the flower branch, Zhao Herong smiled sideways: "Sister, look, I'm here too..." Before the words finished, Zhao Herong noticed that the eldest grandson Jingrong's complexion was pale, so she couldn't help but sat up straight, and asked with concern, "Sister, what are you doing?" What's the matter? You don't look good!"

Caressing his cheeks, Changsun Jingrong forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, maybe because the weather is a bit stuffy today, I feel breathless."

"Then I'll go out with my sister to rest."

Zhao Herong made a gesture to stand up, but was dragged back by Changsun Jingrong.

"Silly girl, the competition is not over yet, how can you leave?" Changsun Jingrong showed a gentle smile and said, "Besides, it's not a serious problem, I'm not that delicate."

As Changsun Jingrong spoke, he picked up the cup in front of him and looked at the blue liquid in it. Changsun Jingrong frowned slightly, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Under Zhao Herong's worried eyes, Changsun Jingrong's complexion became paler and paler, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was enduring great pain.

"No, no matter how you look at my sister's situation, let's talk to Aunt Su!" Rao He Rong said with a trembling voice even though she could see the strangeness in the eldest grandson's appearance now.

(End of this chapter)