The emperor turned to look at Wei Lingyu and ordered.
"Queen, prepare a few more things, and in a while, the children will show off their art and send it on to win the prize."
"Yes." Wei Lingyu nodded and got up and left the table.
Ling Muchuan bowed his head and leaned closer, asking in a pleased tone.
"Daughter-in-law, you can play the piano in a while. Just play your porcelain, it sounds good."
In the process of speaking, Lord Chuan was actually nervous.
In case his wife doesn't give face, he really can't make it up.
Fortunately, Lin Su was very cooperative and nodded obediently, which counted as a promise.
Seeing her attitude like this, Ling Muchuan recklessly stretched out his hand to embrace her waist.
I didn't hug it all night, I really wanted to.
The little actions of the two made Yao Wanqing next to him see it clearly.
Looking at Situ Tan next to him, he raised his teacup and concealed his wry smile.
Situ Yue and Situ Yue were sitting next to Situ Bang. The little guy felt bored and got up and came to Lin Su's side.
Su Niu'er also took the opportunity to remove the man's hand and hugged Situ Yan.
Seeing this scene, the emperor nodded with a smile and said.
"It's really rare that Jue'er has such a good relationship with the sixth daughter-in-law. After all, it's my auntie."
Lin Su chuckled softly when he heard the words, picked up a piece of the goose on the table and fed it to him.
Yongwang echoed with a smile.
"Brothers take care of themselves naturally. I think the emperor's wife took care of our brothers in the same way."
When the emperor heard this, "Haha..." chuckled, but did not speak.
King Yong also noticed that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly brought up a glass of wine to drink.
Ling Muchuan "hum" coldly, approaching his daughter-in-law, and said lightly.
"The imperial sister-in-law whom Wang Yong said is the mother concubine."
Lin Su made a clear "um" and continued to take care of the child.
The atmosphere in the hall was not very good, but soon after Wei Lingyu came back, everyone became enthusiastic again.
Seeing that he couldn't hide, Lin Su handed Situ Jue in his arms to Ling Muchuan, got up and went to the center of the hall, and said in a salute.
"Father, the courtier's daughter-in-law heard that the daughter-in-law will perform at the family banquet. The courtier's daughter-in-law will come here for the first year.
The emperor raised her eyebrows when she heard this, but she didn't expect that she could be so proactive.
Stroking his beard and nodding, said.
"Okay, okay. The sixth daughter-in-law is sensible, she doesn't know what talent she wants to do."
"The minister's daughter-in-law won't be aside either. If you can play a few rhythms, let's play the piano." Lin Su said modestly.
The princess Xian said with a smile upon hearing the words.
"Six niece and daughter-in-law are really humble. The name of the'first talented woman in Beijing' back then is not a random one."
Lin Su was slightly blessed and answered calmly.
"The emperor also said that it was back then. The hero doesn't mention the bravery back then, not to mention the current Lin Su is no longer the little girl who knows nothing about the world.
The emperor nodded approvingly, said "preparing the piano", and then stopped talking.
When the piano came up, the three emperors Shao Jia got up, saluted slightly, and said.
"Father, the courtiers and daughters-in-law are still offering words this year. I wonder if the six younger siblings would like us together?"
Lin Su nodded, "Of course, please.
"
The piano and pen and ink are all ready, and the two sit down, one on the left and the other on the right.
The person who plays the piano plays the piano, the person who writes writes.
Lin Su popped the "Blue and White Porcelain" that he loved most in his previous life with a guqin, and added the antique palace to make it even more unique.
There is a saying: Foreign monks are good at chanting.
Lin Su's melodious and melodious tunes, coupled with the original master's exquisite piano skills, are even more icing on the cake.
After the last note was played, the emperor clapped his hands.
When other people saw the emperor applauded, naturally they all applauded.
In all honesty, the talk was really good.
"Okay, nice. It's not the same as the music played by the musicians in the palace. I don't know where does the girl come from?"
"In reply to the father's words, the minister and daughter-in-law heard it from the grandfather." Lin Sushun said nonsense.
Anyway, he wouldn't really go to Su Feiyun for verification, not to mention that Su Feiyun was traveling all year round and it was only natural to hear some novel songs.
Sure enough, the emperor nodded his head without doubt, said.
"Yes, what Su Aiqing saw is not what we can imagine. Nian Chen's family, took the time to write the song, and let the musicians in the palace rehearse. There are only a few songs over and over, and it's annoying to listen to it."
Lin Su is slightly blessed, respectful and authentic.
"Yes, the minister's daughter-in-law takes the order."
Shao Jia originally thought that her handwriting would be the best, but Lin Su unexpectedly played a new song, which attracted everyone's attention.
What a mistake.
Yao Wanqing put down the teacup and said happily.
"Sanhuangsao's words are also written, quickly pick it up and show it to everyone."
Father-in-law Bo leads people forward and unfolds the words written by Shao Jia.
"Father, the courtiers and daughters-in-law wrote the word "Hundreds of Life". From a distance, it is ninety-nine for a'shou', a total of one hundred." Shao Jia explained.
"Okay, I'm interested." The emperor smiled and nodded, very perfunctory.
If there is no song by Lin Su, then Shao Jia's Baishou character is definitely top grade.
But now...
The Ninth Prince got up and took a sword. The eighth prince also followed and took the flute from the young man's hand.
The two perform for the second time every year, and after they turn fifteen, they don't have to.
One is playing music, the other is practicing sword.
When everyone listened for a while, including Lin Su, everyone was stupid.
Because the eighth prince Situmian played the song "Blue and White Porcelain" that Lin Su played just now.
The people in the hall were whispering, and Lin Su beat the drum even more in his heart.
Ling Muchuan's hand was squeezed under the table, looking puzzled.
Ling Muchuan, who knew her trump card, just said "rest assured" and didn't speak any more.
As for what to worry about, Lin Su didn't know at all.
After the song was finished, the emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at the eighth son, and said.
"Lao Ba, how can you do this song?"
Situ Mian clasped his fists and said frankly.
"In response to my father's words, I just listened to the six emperors' sister-in-law's play and wrote down."
"Oh, the eighth prince is amazing." Yongwang said uncontrollably.
Everyone nodded one after another, expressing surprise.
You can remember after listening to it, and it's blown out.
rare.
The emperor raised his mouth with satisfaction and said.
"Not bad, the old eight has grown up!"
They all praise the eighth prince, and the nine princes don't feel good about it anymore.
He is praised the most every year, and this year...
"The eighth brother's memory is really good. People have said that he never forgets his eyes, and his eighth brother is never forgetting his ears." Situ Tan said with a smile.
Ling Muchuan put down his teacup, glanced at the person in the main seat, quietly and authentically.
"If there is such an unforgettable person in the staff, if the father said anything later, he would not be able to continue to make excuses to say,'I can't hear it.'
"Haha... The sixth brother is really good at joking." The fifth prince said with a smile.
When the three people talked like this, Lin Su was even more confused about what kind of plane they were operating.
The emperor on the main seat also "haha..." laughed and waved to let the two sons go aside.
The next program is much more commonplace, and if you watch it, it is not amazing.
Situ Shuyi still had the finale, and Yao Wanqing was fortunate enough to follow the finale.
The emperor's complexion was not good just after the song "Guhong" was played.
Then all the people in the hall were stunned.
Situ Shuyi continued to dance her graceful posture as if she didn't know.
Yao Wanqing stood by, concentrating on painting.
Lin Su looked at their brothers and didn't know what they wanted to do.
Even if he knew that he was the real murderer of the mother-in-law, would he still pay for his life
One is the mother and the other is the father, which is impossible.
After a dance, Situ Tang "pahpah..." applauded and said with interest.
"Sister Si's dance is good, I don't know what its name is. Why haven't I seen the palace skip before?"
Situ Shuyi chuckled, panting slightly.
"This dance is called "Guhong", naturally you don't know. Father and son, can you dance better than the mother's queen?"
"Fuck-"
The wine glass in the hands of the emperor fell on the table and then fell to the ground.
The wine glasses of Moon Country are all made of bronze, and they are very tough.
"Emperor, how are you?" Wei Lingyu asked worriedly.
The emperor had no place to get angry, but now he caught it and scolded it unhappily.
"It's just a loose hand and didn't grab the glass. As for you making a fuss?"
"... The concubines dare not." Wei Lingyu forced.
She was really wronged when she was scolded for good.
Yao Wanqing moved the easel over, and it happened to be the moment when Situ Shuyi jumped.
Because his face was blocked by a sleeve, I couldn't see it at all.
But the graceful feeling is vividly painted.
Situ Shuyi happily stepped forward, looked at the painting, and said.
"it's beautiful."
Lin Su also liked the painting very much, got up and walked to the front, slightly blessed, and said.
"Sister-in-law presents ugliness, I want to put a poem on this canvas, okay?"
Situ Shuyi didn't expect that she would ask for such a request. She didn't want to agree, and it was difficult to refute, so she nodded, pretending to be happy.
"my pleasure."
Lin Su glanced at Shao Jia, picked up his pen, and seriously mentioned poems on the canvas...
(End of this chapter)