Su Meng naturally didn't know about the affairs in Beijing, she was now practicing her sword hard every day, and she was very busy.

Liu Yanqing was in a coma and couldn't guide her, but Qingyan, Qingyu and Ziyan took turns to feed her, which made Su Meng's martial arts improve a lot.

Su Yuan was very comforted when he saw his little sister working so hard, and he also pointed out from time to time. Whenever I see her tired smile, I feel extremely distressed.

Once upon a time, she was still a little princess who was protected by herself, and now she can protect herself.

There is a girl in my family who has just grown up, and this feeling makes him both happy and inexplicably disappointed.

Su Meng's sword danced, every time he took out a sword, he threw out a few sword flowers, and a few people on the side held their foreheads and looked like they couldn't bear to look at it.

"Mengmeng, stop messing around!" In the end, Su Yuan couldn't stand it and said loudly.

Su Meng put away his sword, smiled beside Su Yuan, and said sweetly: "Occasionally I'm tired of practicing, just play for a while!" ”

"Your dancing sword is good-looking but useless, and others are afraid that they can't compare to you." Ziyan covered her mouth and smiled.

Su Meng nodded seriously and agreed with Ziyan's words, and said: "That's natural, I see those sword-dancing maids dancing extremely beautifully every year, so I remember the practice, but I didn't expect it to be practiced." ”

"You say, tomorrow if I and Senior Brother Qinghe are better at sword dancing?" Su Meng tilted her head and asked.

Ziyan was surprised: "Aren't you guys jousting?" ”

"The content of our competition has not been decided, and I am still thinking that tomorrow I will simply compete in calligraphy." Su Meng spread her hands, calligraphy is her strength, not to mention that even if she didn't learn words from Mr. Yu, she could easily win Qinghe.

Qingyu smiled: "If you want to compare calligraphy, I'm afraid that Qinghe will disagree, after all, his handwriting is notoriously ugly." ”

Su Meng returned to the corridor, leaned beside Su Yuan, took a cup of tea and drank it all, and said, "It's not better than this, it's better than the piano?" I remember how good he was at the piano? ”

Ziyan nodded and said, "He has good piano skills, but his talent is not as good as yours." I heard the sect master say that even if he practices hard for ten days, it is not as good as what you practice in one day. ”

Who doesn't like to be praised? Su Meng was said by Ziyan, and said shyly: "I can't say that, no matter how good my talent is, I need to practice diligently, I should learn more like Senior Brother Qinghe." ”

"It's rare to be humble." Qingyan said something silently, but was blinded by Su Meng, and the two of them snorted coldly at each other and turned their faces away.

Since Su Meng made fun of Qingyan, the two have often damaged each other, every time they poke at the sad place, they come and go, and the relationship between the two is like fermenting red wine, becoming more and more mellow.

Their changes Qingyu, Ziyan and Su Yuan all saw it, but none of them said anything about it.

No matter who they are, they want them to be together, even if their identities are very different.

"I've always been humble, but you didn't see it!" Su Meng replied.

Qing Yan's eyes were full of smiles, but his face showed disdain, and said: "It's very modest, and I don't know who said that a certain senior brother was worthless before, which made him almost lose confidence in life, and almost didn't leave the sect to go home to farm!" ”

Su Meng's face turned red instantly, she stomped her feet, turned her head and got into Ziyan's arms, ashamed and afraid to see anyone.

Actually, there was nothing about it, but the child's heart was a little fragile.

Su Meng saw him practicing swords, and he couldn't understand the essentials after practicing ten times in one move, so he couldn't help but say to others in this hurry. As he spoke, he became proud, saying that he would be relieved if he read it himself, and then the senior brother ran away with red eyes, and when he heard that night, he packed his luggage and said that he was going down the mountain to go home and farm or something.

This matter was not a big deal, but it was related to the princess, uh-huh, so everyone knew about it, and everyone cast sympathetic glances at the senior brother, and then strongly held back.

Since then, the senior brother has been hiding far away when he sees Su Meng, which makes her very depressed.

Now that she is being said by Qingyan again, can she not be ashamed? It's okay if the royal brother is not there, but the embarrassed people are outside, but now that the imperial brother is here, this sense of shame makes her very anxious.

"Don't quarrel with the two of you, think about tomorrow more than what's more important now." Su Yuan shook his head and said with a smile.

Ziyan nodded and dragged Su Meng out of his arms, when was it, the two of them still had the heart to quarrel.

Qingyu pinched his chin on the side, and suddenly said: "Why don't you draw lots tomorrow, compete in martial arts or piano skills!" How good this is, anyway, it's what my junior sister is good at, and it won't be too ugly to lose. ”

Su Meng pursed her mouth and snorted coldly: "Who loses?" Who? ”

Qingyu shrunk his neck at Su Meng's gloomy words and stopped talking, but everyone knew in their hearts that unless they tried calligraphy, Su Meng would definitely lose.

Su Meng has only been learning martial arts for a month, and as for the piano art, he is here at an age, so he naturally can't compare to Qinghe, who has studied for a few more years.

Su Yuan said in a deep voice: "Meng Meng, don't be rude." What Qingyu said is that the lottery is a good idea, not to win, but to lose is not ugly. ”

Su Meng was sullen and very displeased, even her own royal brother said this, hum, she must win for you tomorrow!

On the fourteenth night, the moon crept up to the sky, and although the full moon of Shangyuan was not as beautiful as that of Zhongyuan, its brilliance made people look intoxicated.

As soon as the fifteenth day dawned, Su Meng was dragged up from the bed by Xueqiu, in the past, she would definitely play with Xueqiu for a while, but not today, she still has an agreement to compete.

The front hall has long been prepared, with pianos, chess, calligraphy and paintings, swords and halberds, neatly placed. Su Meng saw that she only felt that they were superfluous, and she would only know one or two of them, wasn't this discriminating against herself for being less?

There were not many people in the field, only a few elders and Qingyu, Qingyan, Qinghe and Ziyan, of course, Su Yuan was sitting on the top, and a group of people were waiting for him.

Suddenly, Su Meng was a little nervous.

pinched the sweat in the palms of his hands, calmed down and bowed to everyone, and everyone sat down after saluting.

"Today is the Shangyuan Festival, we should have hung lanterns to admire the moon and pray for blessings, but now there are two disciples competing to add color to the Shangyuan Festival, but I am afraid that there will be a lot of chaos, just us, okay?" Great Elder Liu Yanlin said that he looked at Su Meng and Su Yuan for a while, meaning that the two of you are good at watching this scene?

Su Meng nodded and said, "Very good." ”

Qinghe also agreed: "Very good. ”

Su Yuan saw that this Qinghe knew each other like this, and he was also a lot more relieved. Although he has only been here for a few days, he has also inquired about this Qinghe clearly.

Although this guy provoked Su Meng, but it was also bewitched, he was impulsive, so he asked her to fight, and now that it has been a month, even if he is stupid, he knows that he is being calculated, so he has no choice but to accept his fate.

Fortunately, he was simple enough, otherwise Su Yuan wouldn't mind letting him disappear.

Qinghe, who didn't know that he had escaped death, looked at Su Meng with a puzzled face and took out two notes, which read: Piano art, martial arts.

Does this mean to draw lots? Why does it feel so informal?