Qing Wan paused for a moment, turned around, and glanced at her, her eyes dark and incomprehensible. Just when Qing Rao thought she wouldn't answer, she heard the other party slowly say: "
I'm sorry for bothering my second sister, it's just a painting, and I don't need help from anyone else." Then he stopped looking at her reaction and strode towards the most eye-catching position in the crowd.
Qingrao couldn't help grinding his teeth as he watched her leave. Her fingers under her sleeves were clenched tightly, her eyes full of hatred. Then she thought that her eldest sister had always lived in simplicity and had been forgotten in the yard since she was a child.
, she had never hired any master to teach her chess, calligraphy and painting. She wanted to see what she planned to draw and display today.
Thinking of this, a gloomy smile couldn't help but flash in his eyes.
Qingrao was the fourth one to take the stage, and the person she was collaborating with was the Fifth Prince. Qingrao's draw was dance, while the Fifth Prince's draw was poetry. They seemed to be two unrelated talents, but in fact they were not.
.The combination of these two talents requires that the man must compose a poem on the spot based on the woman's dance, and it must be completed before the dance ends.
This is quite a test of one's talent.
Qian intended to train her daughter to be a lady, and hired famous teachers to teach her music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and dance since she was a child. Among her many talents, Qingrao was especially good at dancing. She danced in a colorful and feathery dress, which was erratic and moving.
Counting Zhou Zheng, he also attracted many princes and grandsons in the venue.
Just as the other party was about to stop dancing, the boy behind the fifth prince took a piece of plain paper from the master, with faint traces of wet ink showing through.
But I saw the young man took the plain paper and walked straight to the stage, reciting aloud: "There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. At the end of the autumn, the flying sleeves are flying in the clouds and rain. She is as graceful as an orchid, a green orchid, and graceful as a flying dragon."
The more beautiful the stream is, the more beautiful Wu Ji stops. The slowness cannot be exhausted, and the graceful curves are towards the end. The lotus flowers are low and break through the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. When the ear falls, the ruffles flow, and the train is repaired to trace the sky. But the sorrow cannot be caught.
, fly away to chase Jinghong."
When Qing Wan heard this, she couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. She didn't expect that the fifth prince was actually quite talented.
Regardless of whether this poem was written by the other person himself, given this situation and such a short period of time, this poem is the most appropriate way to describe the dance in front of him.
After Qingrao, there were Yin Liusu, the second daughter of the president of the Taiyuan Hospital, and Zhou Zixuan, the eldest son of Prince Duanjun.
Although Yin Liusu was born as a concubine, she was gentle and pleasant, her temperament was fresh and refined, and her behavior was elegant and generous, which was not inferior to her sister next to her who was a legitimate daughter. This was also the first time Qingwan saw these two.
A hero and heroine who will soon set off a wave of discussion in the capital.
The man is gentle and elegant, with a beautiful appearance, and the woman is gentle and beautiful, quiet and pleasant. Standing together, they really look like a perfect couple.
The two of them collaborated on qin calligraphy. The sound of the qin was ethereal and elegant, as pure as the sounds of nature. The calligraphy was lush and thick, and the pen moved like a dragon.
I heard someone next to me smacking my lips and saying, "I didn't expect that this Taiyuan Hospital could actually produce such a beautiful daughter. A little concubine could actually have such musical skills." After a pause, he continued:
"It's just that it's still a little bit worse than Ah Jin."
Qingwan turned sideways suspiciously, and then noticed that in the corner of the small piece of paper held by someone in his hand, under the eight-character poem, there was also a small Chinese character "Qin" written on it.
This is what Ji Lanjin will show in cooperation with him later.