"It is said that the Prime Minister's daughter, Miss Leng, is an expert in calligraphy and painting. Why don't you start by doing it?" Yi Qingyu said.
Leng Ruoran was stunned for a moment, then replied with trepidation: "Yes!"
Their Prime Minister's Mansion has never been on good terms with either side, but they never expected to be singled out by the Ninth Prince.
Leng Ruoran painted a picture of a peony catching a butterfly. It was like a dream, and the butterfly seemed to be flying out of the painting. It was almost the same as the spring scene painted by another princess.
Both of them are famous for their calligraphy and painting, and the current result is just right.
Then several more maids came up to compete.
Deng Jianzhang winked at his daughter, and Deng Jinghe reacted immediately, with greed for fame in her eyes. Her father was only a small eighth-rank official, and she could only marry someone not much different from her, but now there was an opportunity in front of her. As long as she could become famous at the Spring Banquet, her future husband would definitely be several levels higher than her current one.
Deng Jinghe came out, her beautiful face carefully dressed up. She bowed her head slightly and timidly, and saluted to Yi Jinyi: "I am the daughter of the Censor Deng Jinghe, I pay my respects to the emperor. I am good at dancing, and I would like to learn from Miss Mo of the Weiwu Marquis's Mansion."
When Mo Yu heard Deng Jinghe's words, the corners of his mouth, which had been curled up, dropped down, and he looked straight at Deng Jinghe. After a little thought, he knew that Mo Ranran couldn't dance at all. Wasn't he deliberately trying to embarrass Mo Ranran
Mo Yu spoke sarcastically without hesitation: "Ms. Deng is really a great person. You know that Ran Ran is not good at this, but you still want to compare your dance with others'. You are not afraid of winning unfairly."
Wei Weiyan immediately opened his mouth to refute: "My Lord, this is not right. The officials present all know that it is just a competition between each other, and there is no distinction between high and low. Or is it that Miss Mo's talent is really too embarrassing to show to others, and she doesn't even have the confidence to show it on the spot."
Then he laughed and said, "I thought too much. With the reputation of the Weiwu Marquis Mansion, as the only eldest daughter, Miss Mo must be very talented."
Wei Weiyan's words clearly meant that Mo Ranran had nowhere to hide.
Mo Yu looked at Wei Weiyan with a gloomy face, and looked at Wei Weiyan with a smile: "Master Wei really has good intentions for the benefit of this Marquis Mansion!"
Wei Weiyan was not afraid of Mo Yu, who was looking at him gloomily like a poisonous snake. To Wei Weiyan, he would be happy only when Mo Yu was unhappy.
Mo Ranran walked out calmly and looked at Deng Jinghe: "Since Miss Deng wants to compete, I will naturally accept the challenge."
Mo Yu wanted to stop Mo Ranran but it was too late.
"Ran Ran, you..."
Mo Ranran chuckled: "Brother, I can't let others look down on our mighty Hou Mansion." He looked at Deng Jinghe next to him and said: "Miss Deng, let's start!"
Looking at Mo Ranran at this moment, there is an indescribable feeling of heroic spirit.
A flash of sarcasm flashed across Deng Jinghe's eyes. What she hated most was people who tried to stand out from the crowd. It was disgusting to look at them. But it was also good this way. After today, her talent and fame would surely spread throughout the capital. Her already pretty face became even more stunning.
Deng Jinghe's every move was so smooth and charming, worthy of being someone who had practiced dancing since childhood. However, dance has always been about spirituality, and her dance was still a little too artificial after all, but it was also of the upper level.
After it was over, Deng Jinghe panted slightly, walked in front of Mo Ranran, and looked at her straight in the eyes: "Miss Mo, it's your turn next."
Ruan Lanxin stood beside Mo Ranran with an anxious look on her face, holding her tightly with both hands, looking at Deng Jinghe with displeasure: "Deng Jinghe, you are so despicable. Even if you win today, it is dishonorable. Be careful not to get the opposite result."
Deng Jinghe chuckled: "Don't worry about that." He glanced at Mo Ranran and said, "Or is Miss Mo afraid? If you want to admit defeat, that's not impossible!"
Mo Yu came over, the smile on his face had long since disappeared: "Ran Ran, let's leave it at that. I am here to take care of the reputation of the Marquis' Mansion."
Mo Yu naturally didn't want to make a fool of himself in public. The scene in front of him always reminded him of the time when he didn't even have the ability to protect his own sister.
Mo Ranran chuckled at Mo Yu: "Brother, don't worry about me. I have a way to deal with it. Brother, don't forget that I am also from the Weiwuhou Mansion?"
Mo Ranran walked to the center. His originally smiling face suddenly became serious. There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He used his fingers as swords. Every move he made was heroic yet gentle. If you looked at him inadvertently, you would find that Mo Ranran's expression at this moment was somewhat similar to Mo Yu's expression when he was angry.
Ruan Lanxin never knew that Mo Ranran could dance. She felt that her every move was so familiar that she stuttered when she spoke: "Why does Ranran's dance look so much like the moves I taught her before?"
When Mo Yu heard this, he looked at Ruan Lanxin without saying anything. His eyes were always on Mo Ranran, and he seemed to be able to see what Mo Ranran was thinking.
The other people present were all moved to see Mo Ranran looking so heroic. She was worthy of being the daughter of Mo Hexuan, the world's greatest military marshal, and she was as brave as a man.
But Mo Yu's train of thought seems to be different from that of ordinary people.
When Mo Yu came here, he already had a jealous and extreme psychological state in his mind. But now, seeing Mo Ranran being forced to perform, the already extremely depressed mood in his heart instantly became even more serious.
On the surface, nothing could be seen, and he still looked calm, but in his heart he felt that his territory had been offended, and he had already thought of no less than a hundred bloody punishments for the mastermind behind this incident.
In the end, it naturally ended in a draw.
Mo Ranran maintained a dignified appearance and walked in front of Mo Yu, but her eyes were sparkling with a look of wanting praise.
Mo Yu chuckled, and the desire to see blood in his mind was suppressed a little, and he praised: "Well done."
Mo Yu raised his eyes to look at Yi Qingyu, who was still calm and composed, as if everything was under control, as if today had nothing to do with him. He called him an old fox in his heart, but Wei Weiyan's anger could be vaguely seen on his calm face.
Yi Jinyi saw everything clearly. It seemed that Mo Yu had won this round. He tried to smooth things over by saying, "We have many talented women through this competition. The ministers' daughters who show their talents will be rewarded!"
All the girls who had shown their talents knelt down to express their gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"