Su Meng held her chin and looked at the flute playing in the field, the flute sound was tactful and crisp, pleasing to the eye, drinking the fruit wine brewed by Ziyan last year, and she was also at ease.

"Look at our Lingyun Sect, just drag out one person who is a knowledgeable and talented person, not to mention martial arts, all of them are good, others such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops and tea, which ones are also proficient." Ziyan leaned next to Su Meng and smiled.

She knew that Su Meng was away from home for the New Year, and she must be homesick in her heart, and then looking at her unnatural smiling face, she naturally understood her thoughts, so talking to her was also a relief of homesickness.

Su Meng nodded, she recognized this very much, in this Lingyun Sect, what impressed her the most was the versatility of these people, which made her respect them very much.

At any time, talented people will be admired, and Su Meng is no exception.

Tonight's dinner, in addition to the performances of these disciples, there are also wonderful performances by the elders.

For example, the sect master Liu Yanqing was hugged to the center of the hall by everyone with an ice cube face, asking him to show his talent to please the public.

Although his face was tight, Liu Yanqing didn't seem to have made it clear that he wanted to refuse, well, Su Meng guessed, he must be willing, otherwise, with his virtue of preferring to lie down rather than sit, how could he let these disciples push out?

Su Meng watched the excitement from the side with great interest, she naturally likes to see the master show his skills, you must know that during the time she has been with the master, she has a very good understanding of his skills.

Just as she was laughing on the side, the sect master raised his eyebrows and said to Su Meng: "Apprentice, how about dancing with the teacher?" ”

Can you say no? Su Meng was eating fruit, and was suddenly shouted by the master, so she was instantly stunned.

Master's gaze was very gentle, at least in the eyes of others, but when those soft eyes looked at her, she felt like she was on her back.

"Okay." Su Meng responded weakly and stood up under the expectant gaze of Ziyan and the others.

The eyes of others are more complicated, as a princess, she almost destroyed the kitchen today, so that everyone almost did not have anything to eat.

Master handed over a long sword, and he himself came to the piano table, corrected the tone, and tried the piano again, before nodding at Su Meng, and then concentrated on the piano.

A song is scattered, and since then the strings have been perfect.

Pick and choose to pick and beat, and enter and re-instruct and knead and pay attention. The fingers bounced, but the sound of the piano was clear and smooth, as if flowing water, with a touch of sadness. Suddenly, the sound of the piano became agitated, and it reverberated continuously for a long time.

Su Meng lifted the sword, put away the laughing look, the sword rose, like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and if the dragon was tactful, the sword qi attacked people, sometimes light as a swallow, and the sword rose.

As the sound of the piano advanced, it was impassioned and magnificent, and the sword in her hand was full of desolate and murderous intent.

The more Su Meng danced the sword, the more he felt the anger in his chest gathering, but there was nowhere to go, forcing his eyes to be red. On weekdays, she dances the sword at a regular distance, unhurried, but now she is speeding up, and the sword is fierce, as if cold ice bursts out.

At that moment, Liu Yanqing's piano sound became more and more intense, his fingertips swept lightly, flying on the strings, and the strings hummed and slowly came out.

Everyone present held their breath, for fear that they would disturb them by making a noise.

Su Meng danced with a sword in white, and the black silk moved with him, jumped up, played a few sword flowers in the air, and fell to the ground.

The sound of the piano gradually eased down, and Su Meng's sword was slowly retracted, and when the sound of the piano ended, Su Meng stumbled, and Qingyan, who had been paying attention to her on the side, hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Su Meng was disturbed by the sound of the piano, her heart was uneasy, and because the sword dance was different from the past, she exhausted her physical strength, and now she suddenly fell into a warm embrace, and she couldn't help but subconsciously look back.

"I'll help you sit down." Qing Yan whispered.

Su Meng nodded lightly, an inexplicable emotion came to her heart, and her gentle eyes made her feel tired and desolate melt most of it.

Ziyan also hurriedly stepped forward to take Su Meng from Qingyan's hand, Qingyan reluctantly let go of her hand, Ziyan saw it in her eyes, but today everyone gathered, and it was hard to say anything, so she took Su Meng back to her seat and sat down.

Next, the disciples performed, and in the sound of this music, everyone talked happily, ate and drank, and finally ushered in the New Year.

As soon as the New Year arrived, there were handymen outside to light firecrackers, Su Meng is also a fun-loving person, looking at the heat outside, he couldn't bear it. First, he stepped forward to kowtow to the master for the New Year, received a big red envelope and ran out to set off firecrackers.

"She's still a kid after all!" Liu Yanqing sighed.

All the elders agreed, obviously thinking that Ziling, who loves to set off firecrackers in the kitchen today, is the most real her.

You must know that in her days in Lingyun Sect, a half-grown child who was less than thirteen years old was too steady, which made everyone very worried. Especially Liu Yanqing, she knows her identity, and the more stable the princess, the heavier her mind, which is not a good thing.

"Senior Sister Ziyan, run! I'm going to ignite! ”

"Senior Sister Ziling, be careful!" Ziyan hid under the porch, watching Su Meng and a group of handymen lighting firecrackers, laughing very happily.

Listening to firecrackers is a common thing, but if you go to light it yourself, it is still the first time. After being instructed by others, she finally succeeded in lighting the firecracker that belonged to her.

Qingyan stood not far from Su Meng's side, her eyes lingering over her, and a slight smile on her lips.

Su Meng didn't pay attention, but Ziyan saw it all in his eyes, and couldn't help but worry about Senior Brother Qingyan.

Ziling is a princess who is high above, she is now reduced here, but her identity is still the same, and she will return to her place one day. Even if Senior Brother Qingyan is now the champion of civil and military affairs in the dynasty, if he wants to marry the princess, he is far from qualified.

The reputation of Princess Su Meng's mixed world is only known to the capital, and Ziyan naturally doesn't know her depth, if she knows, I'm afraid she will be even more worried about Qingyan. Of course, this time the worry is whether Ziling will harm Senior Brother Qingyan?

"Ziling, plug your ears quickly." Qingyan took two steps forward, pulled Su Meng back a few steps, and protected her frozen little ears with her very intimate hands.

Su Meng's face turned red in an instant, and her bright eyes were full of shyness. She didn't have any other feelings for Qingyan, she just thought he was a good person.

"I'll do it myself." Su Meng said softly, took two steps back, smiled at him, and then turned her head to look at the firecracker she had lit.

For safety, the primers of firecrackers are extremely long, enough for those who light them to run away.

Boom! Boom!

There was a sense of vibration on the ground, and the sound of firecrackers exploding shook the earth, Su Meng looked at it curiously, not to mention how happy he was.

"This firecracker is really loud!" Su Meng sighed.

Although Qingyan was rejected by Su Meng, she still stood behind her and said, "It's better to play less about this, it's dangerous." ”

Su Meng just wanted to reply to something about you, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped, hummed in a low voice, and was pulled by Qingyan under the corridor to watch.