Chapter 232 Show Talent

Xiao Yechen was taken aback, and then he came to his senses, yes, right now, he has to work hard to become stronger, as for other things, let's talk about it later.

Xiao Yechen stopped looking at Xiao Jiuyuan, but turned to look at Yun Qianyu not far away.

Xiao Jiuyuan withdrew his eyes dimly, and also slowly looked at Yun Qianyu who was not far away.

That woman sat quietly in the crowd, she was a very ordinary woman, how could Xiao Yechen fall in love with her.

At this time, Xiao Jiuyuan didn't realize anything at all. Didn't he himself pay attention to Yun Qianyu everywhere?

Among the female relatives, the drum stopped, and the safflower fell into the hands of Su Feiyan of Su Guogong's mansion. Su Feiyan was the prostitute of Su Guogong's mansion, and the most popular person the prince in the court wanted to marry at the moment. Behind her was Su Guogong's mansion, and The Su family did not have a prince in the court, so if the princes could marry Su Feiyan, they would win over Duke Su's mansion.

In this way, the odds are great.

Su Feiyan looks graceful and beautiful, with slender eyebrows and fine eyes, and there is a strong bookish air between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes her very elegant and has an orchid-like temperament.

She has always loved dancing, writing and ink, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a well-known talented woman in Dongli Kingdom.

Now that the red flower was in her hands, she was naturally not afraid, got up, walked gracefully to the middle of the circle, reached out and touched a note, then took it out and handed it to the maid of Jiang's family standing beside her.

The servant girl took it and opened it, and shouted loudly: "Miss Su will perform a piano art piece."

Immediately, someone from the female family members cheered and cheered for Su Feiyan.

Where the man stayed, the crown prince took the lead in applauding, and the rest naturally wanted to join in, and everyone clapped in agreement.

Only Xiao Jiuyuan and Xiao Yechen sat still.

Su Feiyan began to perform piano skills.

The melodious sound of the piano flutters in the sky above Guiyan Pavilion. The sound of the piano is indescribably pleasant. Sometimes it is like jade beads on a plate, sometimes it is like a beautiful woman singing, sometimes it is like a waterfall rushing down, sometimes it is like a goshawk singing, straight up nine songs sky.

Everyone present listened with gusto.

Naturally, Yun Qianyu was no exception. Apart from listening, she also admired that Su Feiyan's piano skills are really superb, and it is not comparable to ordinary people.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers and lingers for a long time.

Soon someone took the lead in applauding, and then thunderous applause.

Su Feiyan looked at all this with a smile on her face, gracefully blessed the prince and the princes, and then retreated.

The drums sounded again, and the safflower was passed on. This time, the safflower fell into the hands of Lu Wan'er, the daughter of the Minister of History.

Lu Wan'er was indescribably excited, and secretly made up her mind that she must perform well in front of Prince Xuan Xiao Tianyi. If the prince liked her, she could marry into Prince Xuan's mansion as a side concubine.

It's a pity that Lu Wan'er's luck was not so good, and the note she drew turned out to be Qin.

Lu Wan'er's piano skills are not as good as Su Feiyan's, so when she played the piano, many people pointed at her and compared her with Su Feiyan, and finally criticized her piano skills as worthless. Listening to the criticism I received, I felt so angry, and ended up playing several wrong notes, and now I have everything to say.

Lu Wan'er was so angry that she cried and ran down from the middle.

No one paid attention to her, the drums started again, and the safflower began to pass down again, this time the safflower fell into the hands of Yan Qingfeng from the Yanbei Hou Mansion.

The note Yan Qingfeng drew was Wu.

Without saying a word, Yan Qingfeng performed a set of sword dance on the spot. The swords were blooming, and her figure was like a swallow. One person and one sword formed a painting by itself.