Huang Chongxiao and Huang Ziying's eyes also had a smile in them, if Lin Qingfu was not their future imperial sister-in-law, they would probably have already started to fight.

And Huang Zhiyuan's gaze still fell on Lin Qinghe, and it was time for Lin Qinghe to play next, his gaze was very calm, full of trust, not at all like the gloating of others.

Lin Qinghe looked at the old lady, the old lady's face was a little unsightly, and she was hesitating, and saw that the face of the uncle's wife was also ugly.

The old lady whispered: "Mrs. Guo's uncle has a daughter, who died at an early age, and her name is Peony. ”

Lin Qinghe responded softly, this peony picture is afraid that it will arouse the sore spot of Uncle Guo's wife, but Lin Qingfu doesn't know it at all.

It's no wonder that this was all a long time ago, not to mention Lin Qingfu, even the second lady may not remember.

Someone has already shouted: "There is still a daughter in Lord Lin's mansion who has never performed." ”

Lin Qinghe got up with a smile, instructed her subordinates to prepare, and then slowly walked to the field, she didn't walk fast, but she was also swaying, although she had a smile on her face, there was a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The door of the hall was closed, the curtains were also drawn, and the whole hall was suddenly dark, and the sound of silk and bamboo, melodious and pleasant, was particularly moving in the dark.

Lighting a lamp, Lin Qinghe grabbed a handful of sand under the lamp and began to paint, and the scene on the painting was projected from this lamp onto the white cloth wall on the side.

Lin Qinghe lightly painted with sand with his fingers while chanting softly:

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

There are double carps, playing with each other in the blue waves.

Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf south.

Who is the daughter in the depths of the lotus leaves, laughing and throwing a lotus across the water.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

The owner is not a sorrowful girl, and her appearance is beautiful and beautiful.

Fourteen can read books, and fifteen can sew shirts.

Sixteen lotus picking, Ling Ge is idle.

Wear lotus leaves under the sun, and smile on the edge of the south pond.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

The water is covered with empty emerald color, and the flowers bloom cold and red.

Passers-by are fortunate to meet here.

Mengjun gave lotus root, and the heart of the lotus root is inextricably linked.

Mengjun gave lotus fruit, and his heart was as bitter as frying.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

How easy it is to pick lotus, and how difficult it is to stay in a horse.

The geese in the distant mountains are constantly crying, and the clouds in the far mountains are as white as sails.

The bell is urging the guests to go, and the long way is long.

Lead my green horse and raise my willow silk whip.

Step on the road when I come, and find my old joy.

Looking back, Wangjun has been across the shore, waving goodbye to tears in his eyes.

Look at Jun covering up his tears, and watch Jun smile and move the boat.

Thoughtful, the blockage is unspeakable.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves empty fields.

Mo Yan picks lotus, Mo Yan picks lotus alone.

The west wind in the lotus pond blows the incense, and the dream of a guest is like a cold water overnight.

Her voice was light, with the voice of silk and bamboo, there was an indescribable charm, and what was even more rare was that the poems she read out matched the pictures drawn in her hands, which was extremely surprising.

After the song "Lotus Picking Song" was finished, the sand painting was completed, and the people opened the door and opened the curtains, and the hall suddenly became bright.

And in her hands, it's just a handful of sand.

The audience was silent, and after a while, someone said, "Could it be that Miss Lin Qinghe is painting with sand?" ”

"I really didn't expect that a handful of sand could paint such a beautiful picture, it's really commendable."

"Yes, I really didn't expect Miss Lin Qinghe to be so ingenious."

"Today, the two young ladies of the Lin Mansion won the first prize."

"In my opinion, Miss Lin Qinghe is better than Miss Lin Qingfu, Miss Lin Qinghe uses a handful of worthless things, but she brings us such a beautiful picture."

"Yes, I also think that Miss Lin Qinghe is more ingenious, and she seems to be more intelligent to think of such a subtle talent."

……

The people on the side were talking, but Lin Qinghe just sat next to the old lady, and the old lady smiled at her gently, and she also smiled slightly.