Throwing bricks and stones?

Cheng Wei was very familiar with Cheng Yao, looking at her pretended indifferent expression, he wished that he had a brick in his hand and smashed it on that hypocritical face.

In front of everyone's eyes, Cheng Yao was not frightened, walked to the center of the venue, and nodded at the palace maid standing on the sidelines.

After a short time, a team of palace maids entered the venue, and soon set up two one-zhang high white silk cloth screens to leave, leaving only a few people holding pen and ink, and two others holding octagonal drums standing on the sidelines.

Cheng Yao is wearing a lake-blue golden chrysanthemum embroidered eight-piece floor-length skirt today, which makes her skin fair and her temperament dusty.

Standing in the center, she bowed elegantly and said softly: "It's all the mother's love, Xiao'er is ugly here." ”

Cheng Yao is one of the people who have attracted the most attention since she entered the market, and at this time she was the first to show her talent, and everyone present watched intently, curious about what she was going to perform, even Cheng Wei was no exception, sitting in a precarious position, watching what kind of moth she was going to make.

Cheng Yao smiled slightly, picked up a pen in each hand, and when the crisp drum sounded, his arms stretched out and danced.

She is very slim and very slender, as soon as she stretches her arms and raises her feet, every twist and turn is full of beauty.

However, many of the people present have dancers at home, and the level of singing and dancing that can be enjoyed is not low, although they feel that Cheng Yao's performance is pleasing to the eye, they don't care, and some nervous girls even quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Throwing bricks to attract jade, they are also afraid that this "brick" will be too outstanding, and the later "jade" will be overshadowed, so they dare not go on the field to show ugliness.

Until Cheng Yao leaned over and the brush in his hand was dipped in ink. Many people were surprised.

What is this for?

Cheng Yao quickly gave an answer.

As she danced, she approached the white silk screen, and as soon as her right hand was raised, she wrote down a word. Then he turned around, and naturally came to another white silk screen, raised his left hand and wrote another word.

Actually dancing and writing with both hands?

This novel performance firmly attracted everyone's attention, and many people stood up unconsciously.

Hua Guifei smiled and didn't know what to say to the prince, the prince nodded, and looked at Cheng Yao's gaze with a little gentleness.

This woman can always surprise him. But I don't know what she wrote?

When the drum stopped suddenly, the last word on the white silk screen was written at the same time, and Cheng Yao clasped his hands in front of his chest. Exited in an elegant pose.

"Go and move the two screens closer and see what Xiao'er has written." As soon as Concubine Hua opened her mouth, the silence was broken.

Several palace maids stepped forward with a white silk screen and placed it in front of everyone.

Someone unconsciously read out loud: "The autumn bush is like a pottery family." Wrapping around the edge of the fence is getting more and more slanted. It is not the flower that prefers chrysanthemums. This flower blooms even more flowerless. ”

The person who recited the poem was fascinated, hurriedly looked at the other screen, and then recited: "The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

Two white silk screens, two beautiful fonts, and two stunning chrysanthemum poems.

Many people are already stupid, reciting two poems over and over again. Looking left and right, I don't know which one is better.

"Autumn congregations are like pottery. Growing around the edge ......of the fence is getting more and more oblique," Duchess Wei Guo Tao muttered, looking at the calm and indifferent girl on the sidelines, her heart suddenly wavered.

Her mother's home in Jiayang City is one of the best scholarly doors, and the famous scenery of Tao Mansion is the famous chrysanthemums that bloom in autumn every autumn. It can be said that her entire childhood and girlhood were spent in the fragrance and color of chrysanthemums.

Tao is not eye-catching to Cheng Yao's concubine, but at this moment, she has to admit that this woman's talent is indeed amazing, and the identity of the concubine's righteous daughter is not bad.

As soon as Cheng Yao's two poems came out, the shock to everyone present was huge, and no girl came out to show her talent for a while, so Hua Guifei looked at Cheng Wei and said lightly: "Xiao'er and Cheng San are cousins, since Xiao'er has performed, Cheng San will come to show it." ”

Hua Guifei's proposal was understandable, until she was named, Cheng Wei still hated it in her heart.

How could she not hate, the poem on the screen on the left was the same as the handwriting on the entrained thing found in the insoles she gave to her second brother.

Sure enough, it was Cheng Yao!

She is angry and hateful, what "I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could I have blown down in the north wind", is Cheng Yao declaring her nobility? What a joke!

"Wei'er." Han gently nudged Cheng Wei.

Fortunately, Cheng Wei is no longer the impulsive little girl she was at the beginning, she let the fierce emotions boil like boiling oil, she can still press it in her heart, stand up with eyes from all directions, and walk towards the field step by step.

After standing still, she turned around, calmly looked at Concubine Hua Gui, and said loudly: "Niangniang, the qualifications of the courtiers are dull, and they dare not show ugliness in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and want to give it a try." ”

On this occasion, archery is not suitable, and the pitcher is barely elegant, but the girl who will choose to perform this is really an outlier.

The girls who had just recovered from the shock covered their mouths and chuckled, and Hua Guifei's expression was distorted, but she still nodded in agreement.

Cheng Wei's gaze naturally moved to Cheng Yao's face.

The corners of Cheng Yao's mouth curled slightly, revealing a victor's smile.

She is not surprised that Cheng Wei will choose to throw pots, and grow up together, how can she not know how many catties and taels this sister has.

Pitcher? It's really ridiculous and generous.

Cheng Wei retracted his gaze, saw that the palace maids were ready, took a handful of arrowless arrows, and didn't seem to aim at it, so he threw it out directly.

The friends present were stunned.

A handful? A handful!

This girl actually threw out a handful of arrows, she had never seen a pitcher like this! Fortunately, there was no one in that direction, otherwise I would have to worry about being pierced into a hedgehog by the arrows of the Heavenly Maiden!

With the muffled sound of arrows hitting the bottom of the pot, Cheng Wei bowed: "Niangniang, the courtiers are finished." ”

That's it? Many people blinked, looking at the long-necked amphora gilt pot, no more, no less, nine arrows firmly inserted into it.

The audience was silent.

Their fright came and went quickly, and in the end, they were speechless, not to mention recovering the surging mood that was shocked by Cheng Yao's two poems.

In this way, it broke the previous situation that no one dared to stand out for the girls, and one after another girls came on the stage, and the talent show went smoothly.

Cheng Wei returned to his original position and sat down, raised his eyes, and looked at Cheng Yao, who was sitting beside Concubine Hua.

The two looked at each other, Cheng slightly bent his lips and smiled, raised his hand and brushed his hair.

Cheng Yao was stunned, but instantly understood what Cheng Wei meant.

This must be a threat, it must be a threat!

Cheng Wei retracted his gaze, picked up a piece of chrysanthemum cake and ate it.

What about being able to compose poetry? In a hurry, she threw an arrow out, but it wasn't pierced to death. (To be continued.) )

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