Song Wanfeng got up and smiled at Chu Ziyu's delicate lips.

"Naturally, it's a response!"

Chu Ziyu cheered for Song Wanfeng.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just have fun."

Song Wanfeng nodded, walked to the center and sat down, stretched out her hand and played it gently, and then nodded, the timbre of this piano is not bad.

"Pretending." Song Wanqing snorted coldly.

However, Zhao Xuanzhi, who was sitting on the side, didn't think so.

Anyone who knows the piano knows that before playing, you must try the timbre, if the timbre is not right, the sound of the piano will be different. Only by adjusting the sound of the piano to the best state, the sound of the piano is also the most ear-catching and refreshing sound.

As soon as Song Wanfeng played a few notes, Zhao Xuanzhi's face changed suddenly.

Zhao Xuanzhi suddenly remembered that he had heard the sound of the piano played by Song Wanfeng, although it was not as good as her, it was definitely superior.

But in this short period of time, Song Wanfeng's piano skills have reached a higher level?

No, it can't be!

Chu Ziyu looked at Song Wanfeng, who was immersed in the sound of the piano, and his eyes were full of affection.

When Chu Mohan looked at Song Wanfeng, who was attracting everyone's attention in the center, the hands hanging on his legs were clenched tightly, and his eyes were full of possessiveness.

"You've got to be careful."

Chu Moxiao stretched out his hand and poked Chu Ziyu's arm, reminded, and then motioned him to look at Chu Mohan with his eyes.

Seeing this, Chu Ziyu snorted coldly: "Now that she is my wife and son, no matter what Chu Mohan does, it will be useless." ”

Then he got up, borrowed a flute, followed the sound of the evening breeze of the Song Dynasty, and played it.

The combination of piano and flute added a lot of color to the whole piece, and even the emperor, who was originally talking to Concubine Qing, couldn't help but stop and turned his head to look at Chu Ziyu and his wife in the audience.

Zhao Xuanzhi stared at the two people on the stage, his face was so black that he couldn't be darker, and he couldn't wait to rush up and separate the two.

As soon as the song fell, the entire banquet hall resounded with thunderous applause, Song Wanfeng and Chu Ziyu glanced at each other, hooked their lips and smiled.

"In this game, the princess of Lin'an wins." The eunuch shouted.

"It's not fair, the prince didn't score music for us when we played, it's the princess's turn, how can we let the prince help the princess?" In the crowd, someone complained.

"That's right! If I had a soundtrack, I could play it even better. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is wrong. It's because the sound of the wind is good, and it arouses my cravings for. ”

"The princess is the wife of the princess, and the princess naturally speaks for the princess." Song Wanqing's yin and yang strange qidao.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, someone spoke up.

This sound attracted everyone's attention.

The man walked up to Song Wanfeng, bowed and said, "Dare to ask the princess, what you just played was "Winding Paths to the Dark"? ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused a commotion.

"What, that was "Winding Paths" just now?"

"Young Master Zhou, I know that you are a piano idiot, but even if this is the case, you can't talk nonsense, right? Everyone is familiar with this "Winding Path", which is first suppressed and then raised, and then frustrated, like mountains and flowing water, she is clearly the opposite, although I have never heard this song. ”

"That's it, that's it."

However, the person who called Young Master Zhou said with a firm face: "No, what the princess played was "Winding Paths", but the princess played the song upside down and played it from the last note to the first note. ”

In order to convince everyone, Young Master Zhou walked directly to the piano and played "The Winding Path Leads to the Quiet", and then played a paragraph backwards, although it was intermittent and not as smooth as Song Wanfeng, but it was still able to let everyone hear it, this was indeed from the same score.

"This, how is this possible?"

"That's right! This is simply unheard of and unprecedented. ”

"Okay."

The emperor took the lead in applauding and said, "It's the first time I've heard that this "Winding Path" can still be played like this, and the princess of this game is well-deserved. ”

The emperor said so, and even if those people were not convinced, they didn't dare to say anything again.

It's just that Song Wanqing, Zhao Xuanzhi and others gritted their teeth with hatred, and pulled Song Wanfeng out, originally wanting to see her make a fool of herself, but it turned out to make her brilliant.

Chu Ziyu was also a little curious, but he was not in a hurry to ask, Chu Moxiao was so curious, and directly asked Song Wanfeng how he found out that "Winding Path" could be played upside down?

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that when I was not married, Mama Ma forced me to practice the piano every day, and one by one I disliked my piano sound like a magic sound, anyway, it was all played indiscriminately, on a whim, I played the composition upside down, and it turned out that even if I played it upside down, it was not inferior to the original song of "Winding Paths".

is also because of this, but it can't be hidden in front of Mama Ma.

Then play chess.

It was decided by drawing lots, and Song Wanfeng happened to face Zhao Xuanzhi.

Qin lost, Zhao Xuanzhi wanted to win this sentence even more, and he was very murderous at the beginning, on the other hand, Song Wanfeng was not in a hurry, he fell step by step, and he won the volume.

The two had just played a few pieces, and those who knew chess shook their heads and turned to leave.

And Zhao Xuanzhi also began to panic after a few children, and sweat began to break out on his forehead.

Looking at the chess game, there was not much left after being killed by Song Wanfeng, and Zhao Xuanzhi even had a feeling that he wanted to overturn the chessboard.

How could she possibly lose?

She is a well-known talented woman in Beijing, how could she lose?

"General!"

A clear and beautiful voice made Zhao Xuanzhi enter reality.

She lost, and she lost miserably, on the entire chessboard, she had few chess pieces left, on the other hand, Song Wanfeng, there were only a few chess pieces that were eaten.

"You're too eager to get close."

When Zhao Xuanzhi returned to his seat, Zhao Changsheng couldn't help but say.

Zhao Xuanzhi herself knew very well in her heart that she wanted to win Song Wanfeng so much, and wanted to suppress Song Wanfeng so much that she didn't consider the overall situation at all and finally lost.

chess, also won by Song Wanfeng.

When it was time to write, Song Wanfeng showed a hint of embarrassment towards Chu Ziyu.

"What's wrong?"

Song Wanfeng pinched Chu Ziyu coquettishly, "My words, what are they, haven't you seen them!" ”

After her reminder, Chu Ziyu also remembered.

Song Wanfeng is good at everything, but the words in that hand are really indescribable.

"It's okay, it's not well written, the abstention is, it's just to lose this game." Chu Ziyu didn't care at all.

Song Wanfeng thought about it, but it was the same, so she directly applied for abstention.

When she abstained, someone immediately began to say cool things.

"I'm afraid that I can't write badly, so I don't dare to show it in front of everyone, right?"

"You're right, Feng'er's words only need to be shown in front of the son of this world, no one is perfect, no matter how perfect a person is, there will be shortcomings, and even more so Feng'er. This son doesn't need her to be perfect, and if she is imperfect, this son helps her. What's more, if she is the last to do everything, won't you have no future? ”

Chu Ziyu protected Song Wanfeng, causing the daughters present to be envious and jealous.

Why weren't they the ones who married the son?

Calligraphy, Zhao Xuanzhi won.

When it was time to paint, Chu Ziyu saw Song Wanfeng's cute tilted head, thinking that her painting was not good, so he was relieved: "It's okay, if you abstain from voting, I'll teach you to write and paint when you're idle in the future." ”

It also happens to be their boudoir pleasure.

Song Wanfeng glanced at Chu Ziyu, but shook her head, it's not that she doesn't know how to paint, she just wants to paint well.

Because of the previous few times, Song Wanfeng won the competition, because when Song Wanfeng painted, many young ladies and young masters came to see Song Wanfeng's paintings, just looking at her painting techniques, everyone was confused.

"What is she drawing?"

"I didn't see it either?"

"Could it be, the princess of this world doesn't know how to paint at all, right?"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Song Wanqing also walked over, glanced at it secretly, and saw Song Wanfeng's painting like a ghost drawing, revealing a sneer, and then ran to Zhao Xuanzhi's side and made a big splash.

However, Zhao Xuanzhi was not as optimistic as Song Wanqing, especially when she looked up and saw Chu Ziyu who was still with Song Wanfeng.

The painting was completed, but Song Wanfeng always felt that something was missing.

So he leaned into Chu Ziyu's ear and muttered in a low voice.

"Good!"

Chu Ziyu agreed, then picked up the brush and inscribed on the blank space on the painting.

Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son!

Everyone looked at the words on it and was shocked, they really couldn't see what Song Wanfeng's painting had to do with this sentence?

When all the paintings are displayed, Song Wanfeng's paintings are very eye-catching, which can be described as mavericks, and the most attractive is the landscape peony flowers painted by Zhao Xuanzhi.

Both the color and the brushstrokes are used to the extreme.

"Then this game, the daughter of Lord Zhao, the waiter......"

Before the word victory was spoken, Song Wanfeng's painting suddenly changed, and the eunuchs were so shocked that they forgot to announce it.

I saw that the painting, which originally had only one man's back, suddenly became a side face, a happy and affectionate face, and then the side face of a woman on the side also appeared.

Familiar people can recognize it at a glance, that is Chu Ziyu and Song Wanfeng.

Chu Ziyu was also shocked, and ran directly to the painting to look at it carefully, and when his eyes fell on his inscription, the affection in his eyes was full of affection.

"Your Majesty, can you give this painting to Weichen?" Chu Ziyu looked at the emperor and asked.

The emperor and the concubines sitting on the throne were also very curious about why Song Wanfeng's painting suddenly had such a change, and when they heard Chu Ziyu's request, the emperor still didn't react.

"Take it, take it! A good game, on the contrary, made the two of you husband and wife make a long-term confession. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Wanfeng put away the painting, and some people wanted to watch it nearby and begged Chu Ziyu, but Chu Ziyu was stunned and refused, and no one touched the baby.