Mad Concubine in Power: The Regent's New Love

Just when everyone guessed that Bai qingluan couldn't do it at all, Bai qingluan just slightly hooked her lips. In those days, her mother was unique in both talent and beauty. Even if she only learned one point, it was enough.

It would be wrong to think that she drew a lump of cow dung, and it would be a big mistake!

When Bai qingluan put down her pen and took out the embroidery thread, the people looked more inexplicably. They only saw her figure jump like a meteor, drawing a beautiful and flexible arc on the stage. At this time, the people were surprised to find that there were several embroidery needles on the fingertips of her hands, and her sleeves fell like a flying butterfly, The embroidery thread in her hand is her wings, rotating like a butterfly fairy in the air.

The most surprising thing is that the embroidery thread used by Bai qingluan is clearly white, but when it falls on the screen, it gradually changes color. On the white screen, it gradually shows the outline of the snow mountain, which makes everyone look amazing and can't help but take a breath.

"No, the color just prepared by the Regent princess is actually used for dyeing. See, every silk thread will pass through the eyes on her desk and fall on the painting!"

"God, how did she do it? While dyeing, she painted with embroidery. This is the perfect combination of needlework and painting!"

"Yes, using silver needle as pen and embroidery thread as dye transmission tool is called the real combination of needlework, calligraphy and painting!"

All the people who originally disdained Bai qingluan changed their previous disdain and praised them. They looked at Bai qingluan with amazing eyes.

Li Yao, who was originally full of confidence, heard that the people had changed their attitude and couldn't help but change her look. She looked at Bai qingluan and didn't even know that the embroidery needle in her hand had fallen off.

It's impossible. Bai qingluan is a waste. How can she compare with herself!

Suddenly, Li Yao was upset and quickly picked up the embroidery thread, but she fell down again. She had no previous confidence and was calm. Once she fell together, her hands were unstable.

Seeing Li Yao's appearance, Murong Qinglin was cold in his heart, and his face was even more ugly. He couldn't help but speak to the people, "well, don't interfere with their competition."

Although everyone calmed down, Li Yao's mentality collapsed. Murong Qinglin said so, which made her more nervous. At once, there is no need to compare. Li Yao has laid the outcome of a disastrous defeat.

"The princess is really good." at this time, looking at the picture of Bai qingluan gradually showing the outline, Mother Song couldn't help exclaiming and cheering for Bai qingluan.

Leng Bing can't help cheering. No wonder the princess is so calm and calm. She has the transcendent talent of dyeing and painting, which others don't have.

"It's just a matter of color. What's worth praising?" seeing Bai qingluan's situation getting better, Dugu Baini couldn't help but disdain and scolded, "this can't be compared with the exquisite embroidery with complex embroidery thread!"

"Princess Ni, although she said so, the competition focused on the overall integration. The performance of the Regent princess can be seen by people with clear eyes. It seems that the Regent princess is hidden!" as soon as Dugu Baini said, Princess Shu smiled and said.

"Yes, and it's not the end yet. Who knows what a beautiful picture the Regent princess will show us?" the virtuous Princess nodded.

Suddenly, several concubines came up in turn, and Dugu Baini couldn't say a word, so she could only stare angrily.

The imperial concubines were in a good mood, as if all their anger had dissipated in the past month. After all, they had no good life since Dugu Baini entered the palace, so how could they let go of such a rare opportunity to stimulate Dugu Baini!

For the first time, a group of concubines thought Bai qingluan was very pleasing to their eyes and even made them like it.

While everyone was discussing with each other, Bai qingluan was not affected at all. Countless embroidery threads flew into the screen and danced in plain clothes. Without any dance steps, it was better than elegant dance. The beauty was silent, the beauty came out of the dust, and the beauty was like a fairy who didn't eat human fireworks.

Looking at such an excellent Bai qingluan, Murong Yan's hand holding the wine cup turned whiter and whiter. Bai qingluan, you cheated the palace, you cheated the palace!

You hide your talent, but now you show it to Murong Chenyuan. Bai qingluan, you dare to cheat our palace. We will never let you go.

When no one reacted, a little red embroidery thread fell. Bai qingluan picked up the watering pot already prepared on the table and sprinkled the water in the pot into the screen. Suddenly, there were some abrupt pictures that gradually changed their appearance after being soaked with water. Ink and embroidery were integrated, and embroidery and calligraphy and painting were blended, A picture of snow mountain Aomei that people can't see is drawn with embroidered thread, so it is displayed in front of everyone.

His posture slowed down. Bai qingluan picked up his pen again and dropped a sentence on the side of aomeitu in the snow mountain: "I have no intention of fighting for spring. Any group of Fang is jealous, scattered into mud and ground into dust. Only fragrance is as good as before."

Suddenly, the ink characters on the picture of snow mountain Aomei appeared impressively, like a giant dragon proudly going to sea. They were domineering and like a waterfall flowing down. They showed a frightening momentum. Even if they were illiterate, the people present could see the good character, the wind bone and the pride of the character.

In contrast, the talent of all the people just now is not worth mentioning. Even Dugu Baini's talent is not as good as anything. Like the difference between clouds and mud, he is crushed by Bai qingluan.

When people saw Bai qingluan's picture of the snow mountain Aomei, they were shocked and speechless. Even Murong Qinglin and Dugu Baini were shocked and stunned on the spot, not to mention Dugu Beicheng. They could only stare at Bai qingluan's elegant and bony figure on the stage, and there was a bit of fire in their eyes.

Bai qingluan is really amazing again and again.

When it comes to painting, the embroidery art is really not very good, but no one can do it.

In particular, that sentence has no intention of bitter struggle for spring. Any group of Fang is jealous. It is scattered into mud and ground into dust. Only the fragrance is as good as before.

This shocked and stirred people's hearts, and aroused their admiration for Bai qingluan's character. The people who just spoke sarcasm to Bai qingluan and those who spoke suppression all bowed their heads one after another.

People are so low-key and unwilling to compete with others, but they are regarded as incompetent waste people. They are repeatedly suppressed and humiliated by people, and they have to be driven out of the Regent's house and leave.

No wonder the Regent attaches so much importance to the Regent, attaches so much importance to and loves so much, and despises other women. Even the Regent can not be. Where is the Regent? Only the Regent knows the Pearl, can know Bai qingluan's point, and can see each other's unique charm!

The girls who were envious of Bai qingluan and thought that Bai qingluan was not worthy of Murong Chenyuan had to admire Bai qingluan at this time. How can they match such talent and intelligence.

An Rou under the stage looked at Bai qingluan with elegant and beautiful behavior and dusty temperament on the stage, as if she was like Aomei on the snow mountain. She was lonely and clean. Even if she was suppressed and integrated with the mud and dust under her feet, she could still emit the fragrance of Aomei.

Can't compare with... Can't it really compare with Bai qingluan?

An Rou bit her lower lip tightly and tried her best not to cry, but even if she couldn't compare, she had to fight. Even if Bai qingluan was really proud of Xuemei, she would crush it with countless mud dust. She didn't believe that there could be fragrance to spread and hook people!

Looking at Bai qingluan's painting and the poem that has never been read, but still can see the amazing poem, Li Yao's legs can't help shaking, and the silk thread on her hands completely falls to the ground. This appearance, where can we continue the competition? It's completely in a state of collapse and unable to continue to complete the performance.

Why? Isn't Bai qingluan a waste? Isn't Bai qingluan without talent and skill? Why is it like this? Her snow mountain aomeitu is not exquisite at all, but why, why does she feel so dazzling, why does she feel overwhelmed, and why does she feel that she can't compare with Bai qingluan at all?

After a burst of silence, the people present couldn't help shouting. No one noticed whether Li Yao had finished the performance. Everyone's eyes were on Bai qingluan and the snow mountain aomeitu behind her.

Especially the literati present here are looking at the poems written by Bai qingluan with hot eyes. They read them over and over again and pondered them over and over again. Every time they read them, they will give out an exclamation and can't stop at all.

With this simple poem alone, Bai qingluan is completely better than all the literati talents present, not to mention the daughters of those aristocratic families who can only sing and dance.

A group of talented people said one after another. Bai qingluan didn't know that after the new year's Eve Palace Banquet, her reputation was spread by the group of people present. The poem that she had only written half a sentence was also sung by the talented people of Tianyue. People all over the world came up with a sentence one after another that talented women should be like Bai qingluan.

Later, Bai qingluan, who learned about it, couldn't help but be ashamed. In this sentence, she had only seen her mother's painting, but that painting was later destroyed by her mother, so she was the only one who had seen it, and she just took it with her hand.

It's not her thing. She was praised so much. Bai qingluan was also guilty for a long time.

However, it was only for a while. Later, Bai qingluan accepted it calmly, because after that, she had less trouble, and no one came to see her again.

Of course, this is later.