pungent peasant girl

Chapter 317
"Father takes care of everything every day, and my son understands."

"Well, when you have nothing to do in the future, you can come to Qinzheng Hall more often to meet and talk with me."

The emperor's appreciation and warmth for Princess Xin Yi made Concubine Yang frowned.

Meng Qianyan noticed that Concubine Yue Gui who was beside her was slightly unhappy again.

She flicked a chopstick helplessly.

Oh, why bother?
Beautiful and of good origin.

It's not good to marry someone, you have to go to the palace to compete for favor.

How can you not be lonely?
She flew away in deep thought, when suddenly someone touched her arm.

She looked sideways, and it was Luo Ziyan who was winking at her.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the emperor.

Concubine Yang was smiling at her, "Princess Yihuan, I am talking to you."

"Ah? Concubine Yang, are you calling me—"

Really, why didn't she hear it just now?

She adjusted her mood, "Then Concubine Yang, you call me—"

"Hehe, both Lianyi and Xinyi have presented their talents, how about you? Shouldn't you also express it?"

"Me?" Meng Qianyan was stunned. Didn't Concubine Yang say that she didn't need to prepare it?It is also said that the protagonists of this banquet are those who are not married.

Could it be that this is lying to her?

"That's right, didn't I tell you when I sent someone to deliver the invitation, that I asked you to prepare it carefully?"

Concubine Yang looked cheerful, and she was amiably outrageous.

But Meng Qianyan was really about to laugh angrily.

When did someone tell her?
But what can she do under the watchful eyes of everyone?expose?Don't you want to destroy the beautiful atmosphere of the Spring Festival banquet?
After seeing Meng Qianyan's eyes, Concubine Yue said to Concubine Yang: "Sister Concubine Yang, Qianyan is already married, so I don't need it."

"What's wrong with getting married? Why don't you show off their talents with the son-in-law?"

Meng Qianyan has a big head.

Is this carried?
Or Concubine Yang did it on purpose.

Trying to make her look ugly at this Spring Festival feast, right?
She thought about it, and was really distressed.

Besides archery, does she have any other special talents?
It is well known that she can shoot arrows, it is nothing new.

So what else can she show?
She looked at Luo Ziyan.

Luo Ziyan was also thinking.

The empress dowager said at this time, "What's the matter? You can't show it, right?"

Luo Ziyan said softly, "Okay, the minister and the princess will show off to the father, but the son is not talented, so I'm afraid he won't be able to catch the eyes of the father and Concubine Yang."

Concubine Yang said: "How can it be, it won't be possible. Son-in-law, tell me, what is needed, I will send people to prepare it."

"No need, my son brought it himself."

With that said, Luo Ziyan pulled out a jade xiao from his waist.

Where can Meng Qianyan play the flute?
She quickly winked at Luo Ziyan, "What about me? What about me?"

Luo Ziyan smiled warmly, took Meng Qianyan's hand, and walked to the center of the venue with her.

Then he looked at the emperor, "Father, can you borrow my father's sword?"

"can."

After getting the sword, Luo Ziyan handed it to Meng Qianyan, "You come to dance the sword, and I will play the flute."

Meng Qianyan's eyes widened when he heard the sound.

Can she dance sword?She only knows how to shoot arrows.

"Qianyan, didn't you learn swordsmanship in martial arts?"

"Well, I can only do a little bit, I can't dance."

Luo Ziyan smiled faintly, "You can just dance, and I'll keep up with your rhythm."

"Is it possible?" Meng Qianyan was worried.

She is not afraid of shame.

But she didn't want to lose Ziyan's people, people who lost Yue Guifei.

"Yes, you trust me."

Meng Qianyan was still hesitating, and Mo Yun also said, "Okay, sister Qianyan, let's try it out, it's okay, Brother Seventeen is here, even if you don't dance well, Brother Seventeen won't allow anyone to say that you are bad .”

Meng Qianyan swallowed his saliva.

Now that she has reached this stage, she has no other choice.

I had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The field was empty.

The crowd also fell silent.

People are waiting quietly.

Meng Qianyan drew out the sword, the blade was shining, and she practiced each move one by one by relying on the appearance in her memory.

Although she is good at archery, she doesn't practice much with swordsmanship.

So it's just knowing it, not proficient.

She does it one way or another.

Luo Ziyan just looked at her quietly.

It seems to be observing and looking for something.

This move was too common, and soon some people in the crowd couldn't stand it any longer and fell silent.

"Well, is this the sword dance?"

"Hahaha, it doesn't even count as playing with a sword, does it?"

"Didn't you mean Xiao Jian and Ming? What about Xiao Sheng?"

Meng Qianyan's hearing is extremely sensitive, and these conversations reached her ears, which made her feel restless.

She wanted to stop.

But another thought stopped her.

Ziyan said, trust him.

believe him!
She gritted her teeth secretly, let herself relax, raised her head, and looked at the blue sky.

Just think that these guests are fools, and jump up presumptuously.

In this way, slowly, she found the feeling instead.

At the same time, a clear and clear Xiao sound sounded in vain.

He followed her rhythm.

The Xiao sound became louder and louder, like a hundred birds in the forest.

Meng Qianyan closed his eyes, as if he was in a bamboo forest.

There are green bamboos, thatched huts, clear springs, singing birds, and a young man in white.

He stood in the forest, holding a jade flute.

He is like a fairy flying down from the nine heavens.

She suddenly found a feeling, a rhythm, and she relaxed, thinking that she was a breeze passing through the bamboo forest.

Refreshing and relaxing.

The sword in her hand seemed to feel her inner feelings too.

One trick and one style, no longer rigid.

Instead, it vaguely has a soul.

The sword, the person, and Xiao Sheng all merged into one place.

The laughing and talking gradually stopped.

They all opened their eyes and looked at the two people on the field.

Women hold swords, men hold Xiao.

The woman danced lightly, bringing a gust of breeze and blowing the man's snow-white clothes.

They are not mortal.

They are like fairies.

Meng Qianyan's set of arrows danced twice, and then slowly stopped.

Xiao Sheng also ended melodiously and gracefully.

Mo Yun was the first to stand up, "Okay, okay, what a couple of gods and immortals."

After the words fell, there was a burst of applause on the field.

When the guests who were sitting looked at them, there was a faint light in their eyes.

It seems that they are slowly withdrawing their thoughts and imaginations.

After the applause, the emperor stood up holding Mo Lianyi, "Okay, what a Luo Ziyan, what a princess Yihuan, your cooperation is really ingenious."

Even the empress dowager couldn't help but praise, "Isn't this a long time of practice?"

Luo Ziyan replied truthfully, "No, it's our first time too, because it's the first time, so we were groping slowly at the beginning."

The empress dowager showed an appreciative smile, "It's the first time, it's so powerful, it really impresses Aijia!"

(End of this chapter)