Chapter 250 A Good Word

Miss's piano playing is really good, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not only compulsory homework for literati, but also a necessary talent for everyone's ladies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhou Ning has studied hard since he was a child, and Miss Xiangfu has naturally been strictly cultivated these skills since she was a child. The Prime Minister's Mansion is definitely full of guests today, and all of them are from two Jinshi backgrounds.

The so-called connoisseurs will know if there is one as soon as they make a move, and they dare to show off on this occasion without any real knowledge? Just when he heard the housekeeper say that the young lady was going to come out to play the piano, Zhou Ning still slandered the young lady in his heart, and he was afraid that he would be embarrassed.

It's not that she looks down on Miss Xiangfu, Zhou Ning has never seen anyone, so what's the reason to think that people can't play a tune well?

It's just that Zhou Ning knows too well who are all here, and it is no exaggeration to say that half of the top talents of the Dajing Dynasty are gathered here today.

Sage Kong sells calligraphy and paintings in front of his door, how much courage and confidence does he have to have? If it makes sense to say that those kabuki are good, because people rely on this skill to eat, it is normal for them to be able to sing and dance.

Miss Xiangfu is different, Miss Xiangfu has to learn more than just playing the piano, singing, and dancing, she has more things to learn, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just the basics.

Therefore, Zhou Ning felt that the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion should not be showy on this occasion, there is nothing to show off if she plays well, playing the piano is not a high-level skill for today's guests, it can be said that everyone will, the difference is whether it is good or bad, but how bad can it be?

If you don't play well, wouldn't it be a shame? In front of so many people, he embarrassed himself and smashed the field of Xiangye.

No matter how you think about it, you shouldn't come out to play this tune, you can imagine that this young lady is willful enough, she can do whatever she wants, and she doesn't care about the overall situation at all.

Zhou Ning secretly lamented in his heart, how difficult is Yingying's life under this young lady? remembered that yesterday he wanted to send her to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she didn't dare to let him send it, he wanted to hire a small sedan chair for her, and she didn't dare to do it.

Being a slave to others can't be self-focused in everything, which Zhou Ning understands and feels distressed about. All his thoughts came to an abrupt end with the sound of the piano.

He forgot everything about the sound of the piano, and his mind was taken away by the beautiful music. This piece is not high-pitched and exciting, nor low-pitched and tactful, but very pure and natural, jumping like flowing water, cheerful and clear, crisp like jade, smart and elegant.

Before he could enjoy enough, he finished playing one of Miss's songs. Retracting his thoughts, he found that he didn't know when the housekeeper ordered someone to send a pen and paper, Zhou Ning looked up, there was a piece of paper in front of everyone, a pen in hand, and a servant standing next to him waiting to be retracted.

I don't need money to write poems when I listen to this tune, and I've never heard of a banquet with an exam. Zhou Ning was not afraid of this, but felt a little fresh.

"Feel free to write a review, or poems or lyrics or long or short stories, you don't have to stick to the form, just let go of writing." The butler also stood in front and talked like an examiner.

No matter what the official position is, it is not difficult to write a praise poem, and in this case, everyone knows what to write, which is nothing more than collecting some sycophants and writing them.

Those who can write poems write poems, those who can write words can write words, they really can't spell anything, and they can also write a few simple vernacular, as long as it is Miss Kua's words.

Zhou Ning quietly observed the performance of the people at his table, and several older people did not start writing, and they all looked like they were thinking about it.

"Lord Zhou, don't let the little ones be embarrassed." The little guy waiting for the roll next to him euphemistically persuaded Zhou Ning to start writing, Zhou Ning smiled faintly and lifted the pen, dipped it in ink and wrote down the word 'good' very seriously, and then put the pen down.

That little guy is too trouble-free to see Zhou Ning, right? He leaned up with a sad face and asked, "Just a 'good' word?" ”

Zhou Ning nodded: "Miss's song bullet is so wonderful, how can you get the word 'good'?" But if I have to say, I can only say one word 'good'. ”

Zhou Ning doesn't know how to make poems, nor does he know how to write words, but it's not difficult to write a poem, but is it necessary?

Zhou Ning has never heard of anyone who is a guest, people have to show off their talents, and they force you to boast after showing off.

Not to mention writing a poem and writing the first word, it is to write 35,000 words in a sprinkled manner, and in the end, isn't it just a 'good' word?

Don't say that Miss Qu's bullet is indeed good, but no matter how bad the bullet is, can you say anything else besides 'good'?

Since it is said that it is a 'good' word, it is better to write a 'good' word directly. Although such a simple approach is inevitably suspicious of coping, Zhou Ning is really lazy to deal with it.

Zhou Ning really thinks that Miss's piano playing is good, and the song is also well chosen, he is not stingy with gorgeous rhetoric and is unwilling to praise Miss well, but in addition to 'good', he depicts something else, Zhou Ning really feels redundant.

Zhou Ning didn't intend to cling to anyone, and he wasn't used to flattery, he couldn't do the thing of slapping the horse, he just tried to manage himself so as not to offend people.

The little guy pouted a little disappointed: "Then you write your name." ”

Zhou Ning happily lifted the pen again, wrote a line of small words 'Yunjiang County Zhou Ning' on the lower left end of the paper, and then looked back at the little guy, meaning what else to write?

The little guy didn't bother to talk to Zhou Ning, he stepped forward and picked up the paper and blew it from top to bottom. In fact, this is a habitual action, such a good paper and ink do not need to be blown at all, and it is dry after writing.

Soon everyone handed in the papers, and the front screen was carried out by the little guys, and there was a big embroidery in the middle of the hall.

The content of the embroidery is very simple, in the middle is a big red longevity character, surrounded by white clouds, fairy deer, longevity peach......

A very festive birthday painting, the effect of using embroidery thread to express one stitch at a time is shocking.

The technique is to exhaust the scheming, to do things only for the result and not about the process, to do everything to achieve the goal of the endless, and the purpose is often not very bright.

The preacher has the world in mind and has a good life. The preacher is extremely selfish and has a lifelong kinship.

Road, a first word plus a word next to the word, is to stride forward, no matter whether the road is flat or bumpy, there is a way to go on.

Technique, a wooden word and an oblique point, is to stand on the treetops and peek at people, forever hide yourself in the shade of the tree and not see the sun, and always walk on thin ice, and only end up with a lifetime of calculations but do not get out of a wood.

People always like to find shortcuts, always to climb the heights to see far, preachers climb the mountain, although hard work will eventually reach the peak.