However, after scanning around, everyone's performance was clear to me. Han Yan maintained a smile, and the emperor's voice showed no emotion or anger: "Oh? Why not."
Han Yan smiled slightly, tilted his head and said with a hint of innocence: "I don't know where Miss Li got the news. Han Yan's piano skills were not taught by a master. His qualifications are really mediocre and he dare not show them to show his shame. What if? Han Yan is playing here today, and the Holy Master is aware of his poor playing skills and can tell immediately after hearing it."
She blushed and lowered her head as if she was a little ashamed: "With so many adults and ladies here, Han Yan is really ashamed."
She is naturally cute, and her dress is even more exquisite. There is a bit of childish innocence in her whispers. In front of these young and mature ladies with their own thoughts, Han Yan is like a completely harmless little doll, so completely harmless. The unpretentious nature is eye-catching.
The emperor's expression softened a bit: "I see." But he had no intention of continuing.
Li Jiaqi smiled softly: "Maybe it was a misinformation from people in the capital, but Miss Zhuang is smart and dexterous, not good at playing the piano, and she also has other talents. Can she show them off?"
People have said so, what else can Han Yan do, otherwise she will admit that she is useless and has no talent that she can show off, then she will no longer have to hang out among the elite circles of the capital in the future.
This is a good opportunity. This is the first step to becoming a king and defeating a bandit. Originally, Han Yan had no interest in being in the limelight at a palace banquet. But Li Jiaqi was so aggressive that he let her know what it means to shoot a rock at yourself. feet.
The man in red at the groom's side said with great interest: "So she is the fourth young lady of the Zhuang Mansion. She doesn't look like a young lady. She is so bold and fun!"
The handsome young man next to him did not comment, but glanced at the petite girl standing on the golden palace. It was a bit too much to call her a girl, and she looked more like a little doll carved in pink and jade in a New Year painting. As he looked at it, a hint of smile appeared on Fu Yunxi's face.
He Lianyu didn't notice the change in his expression, otherwise he would have been shocked. How could the legendary Ice Prince be so popular and smile at a little girl with no hair at all
"Why do I think Miss Li is deliberately making things difficult for the little girl?" He Lianyu asked. As an eldest young master, he has a naturally sensitive intuition about these intrigues.
Fu Yunxi raised her eyebrows and said nothing, embarrassed? I'm afraid I don't know who is in trouble.
After listening to Li Jiaqi's words, Han Yan raised a sweet smile: "Han Yan has been stupid since he was a child and has no talent. Since it is to add some joy to the palace banquet, Han Yan will show off and put on a little show to entertain everyone. alright."
As soon as these words came out, Li Jiaqi and Zhuang Yushan were stunned at the same time, staring at Han Yan in disbelief. Could it be that she had some tricks up her sleeve, but her right hand could no longer play the piano. Could she want to dance, but with the previous Princess Yunni, no matter how good she is at dancing, the emperor cannot favor an outsider.
Han Yan met Zhuang Yushan's suspicious gaze and smiled slightly, thinking that if she couldn't show off her talent, then she would be replaced by Zhuang Yushan? What a joke, the dove occupying the magpie's nest will never happen again in this life!
Everyone at the banquet didn't know what trick she was trying to play, but they just looked at her with more and more complicated eyes. Some of them are particularly deep, piercing the cold wild geese like thorns on the back.
You don't need to think about it to know that one of them belongs to the Empress Dowager, and among the others, I wonder if there is one from the Seventh Prince
"I ask you, what do you want to show?" the emperor said.
Han Yan tilted his head and said, "Please give me pen and paper, and Hang Mo."
The queen was stunned: "You want to write and paint?"
Han Yan nodded: "Yes."
"Come here, bring some paper, pen and ink!" The emperor waved his hand, and several maids brought the paper, pen and ink to Han Yan.
The snow-white rice paper is spread out, and Hang Mo exudes the quiet fragrance of ink. Han Yan puts one hand behind his back and dips the pen in the other hand.
Everyone in the hall suddenly became excited, because they could see clearly that the hand Han Yan was writing was actually his left hand!
However, Han Yan smiled calmly, as if he had done an ordinary thing, and his voice was as clear as morning dew: "To report to the emperor, I injured my right hand in the palace the day before yesterday. The injury has not healed yet, so I cannot use it." My right hand holds the pen, so... I will write with my left hand today!"
If everyone looked at Han Yan with curiosity before, now they were shocked.
Even ordinary people would find it difficult to write the inscription on the left hand, let alone Han Yan, who is only an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. Judging from her movements, she is not left-handed, so how could she have thought of this
Li Jiaqi didn't expect Han Yan to be like this. Now she had returned to the table, and Zhuang Yushan beside her whispered: "It's shameless to speak loudly, but don't lose face."
Li Jiaqi hesitated for a moment, looked at Han Yan's confident eyes, and doubted in his heart, would she really make a fool of herself
Zhuang Yushan seemed to have understood what she was thinking, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I've never heard that she has any skill in writing or painting. I'm afraid she's just making up for it." Li Jiaqi felt relieved.
Deng Chan was a little worried. Han Yan's calligraphy and painting could only be considered average at best, let alone writing with his left hand. If he complied in order to save the face of the Zhuang Mansion, he would probably make the emperor angry if he loses face.
He Lianyu touched his chin thoughtfully: "It's really new to inscribe with your left hand. The little girl is getting more and more interesting."
Fu Yunxi remained silent, her eyes lightly scanning the little figure in front of the rice paper, her eyes darkened with ink.
Han Yan didn't know what everyone was thinking, so he just stared at the rice paper quietly for a moment. Just now Princess Yun Ni’s song to celebrate the victory was cheerful and light, and it must be as passionate as fire. Li Jiaqi’s song of boudoir is soft and sweet, and it is as quiet as a virgin. This stillness and movement are already in perfect harmony, perfectly interpreting the two personalities of the daughter's family. If she adds another song, it will destroy the balance and make things superfluous. Therefore, singing and dancing are no longer an option, so we have to find another way.
I am afraid that no one who knew her would have thought that she could write inscriptions.
Everyone was confused about what Han Yan was going to do. The emperor also looked at her inquiringly, only to see Han Yan raise his wrist slightly, holding the wolf hair soaked in ink in his hand, and suddenly closed his eyes.
The wolf hair in the hand seems to be alive, full of life, and the posture is agile. Wherever it touches, the fragrance of ink is fragrant and the clouds are colorful. The little girl in the middle had her eyes closed and stood upright. Although she didn't raise her eyes, she seemed to see everything, and she naturally exuded a sense of intelligence. Her smile was shallow, but her posture was awe-inspiring. She seemed to be painting, and she was painting quickly and urgently. In the blink of an eye, the white rice paper was covered with ink. People in the hall could not see clearly what was painted on the painting, but the little girl's demeanor was gentle. The posture can be seen by an expert at a glance. Ten years of hard work will definitely not lead to such a talent!
With her eyes closed, the fragrance of ink lingered under the tip of her nose. Han Yan flicked her hand, and the wolf hair in her hand was filled with ink again, and she started to write towards the blank part. She was petite and cute, but her back, which was swiping ink wantonly, was filled with countless romantic brilliance. Floating like wandering clouds, as powerful as a startling dragon, flocks of crocodiles playing in the sea, and dancing cranes traveling in the sky. All the ministers present here are old, but they see a kind of wisdom in this little girl. After years of accumulation, she has experienced the graceful wisdom of all kinds of emotions in the world, like a person who is outside the bustling world and has washed away the brilliance. Quiet.
(End of chapter)