However, for some reason, Hua Ruoxi's heart trembled and she felt something bad.
Princess Lanxi sneered secretly: Since she knew that her skills were poor, but she still wanted to make a fool of herself, it would be a good idea to let Brother Yun see the vulgarity of this little bitch.
Princess Zhao liked Lin Qingran's outspoken words and asked with a smile, "I wonder what Miss Lin is planning to do to be clever?"
This remark caused another burst of laughter. Lin Qingran's face turned red, and she seemed a little embarrassed and said: "I used to watch people juggling on the street, and I saw someone wielding a sword and splashing ink to make a landscape painting. I thought it was interesting, and I also thought about it after I came back.
I have practiced it a few times, and I can still make one or two looks, so why not let me perform it together for everyone to see today!"
She looked eager to try, like a naughty child who couldn't wait to show off her skills and beg for praise from her elders. Princess Zhao only looked at her with crooked eyebrows and nodded in agreement.
A servant had already laid out the prepared rice paper and mixed the dye thoroughly. Lin Qingran smiled gracefully, raised his finger, and with the sound of music, the sound of gold and iron horses came, and the wind stopped and the clouds stopped at Xuanqi.
People and ghosts are all silent, except for the ruler jumping on the piano board, thousands of horses galloping at the fingertips, and the sky shaking, fighting in the ears, as if you are at the scene of thousands of people fighting at this time.
Everyone was astonished for a moment, looking at the girl who was playing with her eyes closed. They did not expect Miss Lin Er to be able to play such a passionate and sonorous piece of music. Everyone was intoxicated and felt extremely heroic. Like a Jedi warrior,
Sweep away the obsessive and graceful style played by Miss Hua just now.
Not only are people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up, but the plum trees are also swaying, trembling, and resonating, as if the plum trees are no longer trees, but transformed into soldiers charging into battle.
At this time, everyone finally understood that it was not that Miss Hua's skills were too exquisite, but that the sacred tree made into a pipa could resonate with the plants and trees.
Yun Zheng was still sipping tea, lowering his head to cover up the raised corners of his mouth and the glimmering light in his pupils.
Lin Qingran opened her eyes suddenly, played the pipa with one hand, and spread the mixed dye on the rice paper randomly with the other hand, as if smearing it randomly.
When the song ended, the pen in his hand was put away, and there was silence all around. In the plum garden, the wind did not move, the trees did not tremble, and everything in the world condensed.
Lin Qingran stood up slowly, straightened the hem of his clothes, and put on his clothes as a courtesy. After a moment of silence, the crowd let out a cheer that echoed from the sky.
Princess Lanxi showed a faint smile and praised: "Miss Lin's superb pipa skills are really amazing. She is on par with Miss Hua. I just don't know how Miss Lin's painting skills are?"
From her position, she could see the painting on the rice paper. It was a mass of dense colors that could not be distinguished at all. If this could be called a painting, then it must have been made by a three-year-old child.
Lin Qingran was not afraid of others laughing at her, so she motioned to the girl to show her painting to everyone.
"Puch", I don't know who laughed out loud first, followed by a series of laughter. He covered his mouth with a kind heart, coughed twice, and comforted: "Miss Lin Er, you are playing with one hand and painting with the other."
, it is really not easy to achieve such a state of mind.”
Such consolation could not hide the disappointment on the face. On the rice paper, one could vaguely distinguish the blooming plum blossoms all over the paper. The density was measured and the moon was bright in the sky. It was a bit like the scene of tonight's plum blossom feast.
However, after all, Lin Qingran's "Ambush from Flying Daggers" just now was too extraordinary. Looking at this painting again, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be vulgar.
Some people lamented that Lin Qingran didn't know how to hide his clumsiness. If it weren't for this so-called painting, the song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" alone would be enough to knock Miss Hua off by a few steps. This painting would be superfluous.