The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

"It stinks!" When she passed by others, someone would cover her nose and mutter.

Sun lin'er's abdominal pain is unbearable, but her face is crisscross with innocence. This time, she really lost face.

Song Qingqing's lips flashed a chill, his fingers caressed the strings, and Su Lan's cold voice rang out: "Miss Sun, because she's not feeling well, she's leaving for the moment. Miss Song San, it's your turn!"

People's eyes all fell on the thin figure on the piano stage, only to see her ink hair flying, purple ribbon dancing with the wind, there was an indescribable charm.

Song Qingjing silent film engraved, tightly closed his eyes.

Su LAN regarded her hesitation as a delay, and began to urge impatiently: "Miss Song San, if you give up now, then the contest will be over!"

Lose? How can, not to the end, who knows whether to lose or win?

Song Qingqing's fingers fall down, and the melodious sound of Qin is like a cheerful stream flowing out slowly.

Xuanyuan Sheng slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at her sitting there calmly. His head was slightly lowered, and a wisp of ink hair fell on her ear. With her action, she slowly swayed, and his beautiful face made him crazy for a moment.

At first, Princess Xiyan thought that sun lin'er had chosen Miss Song San to compete with her. She must have wanted to step on her hard, but she didn't expect that the sound of the piano was euphemistic and beautiful. She subconsciously looked at xuanyuansheng and was completely shocked by his tenderness and surprise.

His admiration did not hide at all. Did he like Miss Song San in his heart?

Thinking of this, she could not help holding the glass in her hand, and her jealousy disappeared quietly.

Song Qingqing is immersed in her own emotions, and doesn't pay any attention to the different looks of the people on the scene because of her beautiful music.

The sound of the piano flows gently, just like the sound of people's footsteps moving slowly with it. You can hear the sound of stepping on the broken leaves, and with the sound of the piano, it floats away with the wind.

For a moment, she seemed to hear the majestic air flowing out of her fingertips, which made her chest feel sad. It was like someone was standing in front of her and was about to travel far away, but she was clearly affectionate to him, but did not know how to retain the loneliness and suffering.

Song Qingqing's hands were frivolous. He saw that Qianqian's fingers were playing fast on the string. The sound was sharp, high, but not abrupt. Like countless horses running, people can't help chasing them, but they can't catch them like a broken kite.

The sound of the zither suddenly becomes low, and the frown of the crowd gradually stretches. When the scene suddenly quiets down, they find that the corners of their eyes are wet.

Song Qingqing sat there without movement, but her back was very distressing.

Xuanyuansheng's heart was constantly fluctuating, and his fists clenched in his sleeves hurt.

He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, because he could deeply feel the sadness in her piano sound and the unspeakable friendship.

"Pa!" The applause suddenly interrupted the silence of the crowd. Princess Xiyan calmly stood up in her seat, looked at Song Qingqing with admiration and said, "this song of Miss Song San is really stirring and admirable."

Song Qingqing tightened his eyebrows and stared at her: "do you know this song?"

Xiyan nodded and said, "although I can't play it, my brother can. He once told me that the moral of this song is that it's hard to find a bosom friend. Now it seems that you should meet him. He will be very surprised!"

Her voice fell, xuanyuansheng on the high stage first sank his face, and the cold chill shot out from his eyes, facing the person sitting on the stage from afar.

Song Qingqing avoided his hostile sight and said in a deep voice: "the princess really praises me. My song is just the story of the zither player Boya and the woodcutter Zhong Ziqi. The two men are bosom friends at most."

Xuanyuansheng after listening, eyes flash flash flash, face flashed a touch of fun, she explained so, is aware of their anger?

Xiyan frowned, turned his head and looked at the Empress Dowager who was sitting in a high position, and said, "Xiyan has a request, please let the Empress Dowager agree!"

The Empress Dowager replied with a smile, "tell me about it?"

Xiyan took a look at Song Qingqing and said, "Xiyan and Miss Song San are the same at first sight. Would you like to invite her to the palace as a guest?"

The Empress Dowager has not said anything, but xuanyuansheng has taken the lead in opening her mouth.

"No way!" He said in a deep voice: "Miss Song San's piano sound is really melodious and attractive, so this one, she won!"

After all, sun lin'er left in the middle of the game and didn't play the whole song, let alone win.

Princess Xiyan's face was stiff, and she was unwilling to retreat for a moment.

The people's surprise eyes fell on Song Qingqing. They didn't expect that Fei Chai's daughter defeated sun lin'er. How did she do it?

It took quite a long time for Su LAN to ease down from her shock. Seeing the Empress Dowager waving to her, she went over and whispered for a moment before she said, "for the sake of fairness, let's not compete with Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting in the next game. How about riding and shooting?"

Princess Xiyan's eyes lit up in an instant. She was a tartar princess, and her riding and shooting skills were natural. She grew up on horseback, and her riding and shooting skills were not inferior to men's. Princess Lan was obviously instructed by the Empress Dowager to help her save face!

She looked at the Empress Dowager gratefully and stood in the field. Her pretty face was full of self-confidence. She scanned the crowd with her eyes and said, "I'll fight with you this time."

They all look at each other. Most of these officials are delicate and expensive. They usually learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but few of them have practiced riding and shooting. Even if they have, they dare not compare with Princess Xiyan.

On the field incomparable silence, nobody dares to challenge, lets the sunset Beauty Princess be more proud.

She frowned and went around. It was as if she had become the queen of all things.

Song Qingqing didn't want to be competitive. She came to the banquet just for the occasion. After a contest with sun lin'er, she regretted that she was in the limelight and was missed by Princess Xiyan. Now, when someone calls again, she just ignores it.

However, after all, someone didn't want to let her go. The voice of the Empress Dowager suddenly rang out: "Miss Song San, as the daughter of a military general, knows some riding and shooting skills. Why don't you compete with Princess Xiyan?"

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and the first thing he thought was to refuse.

Which is to think that the princess suddenly jumped to her side, affectionately took her arm and said: "you don't want to resist the order, do you?"

A word of disobeying the order can make the charge big or small.