If you want to say that in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is the weakest in chess. The weakest chess skills can be mixed here, and the world is invincible, not to mention the calligraphy that is even better.

"I'm pretty good at it." Wen Qingwu replied.

Changle asked: "How is it compared to chess?" ”

"Calligraphy is better." Wen Qingwu replied.

When Changle heard this, he was extremely surprised: "Is it better than chess?" That's how good that is. ”

Wen Qingwu said: "It's good. ”

"How's it good?" Suddenly, a voice came to mind, and everyone turned their heads to look at Su Jinli, who walked into the workshop from outside with a skirt. I saw her look at Wen Qingwu in amazement: "It's better than chess, then I must see it." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Changle and said, "Shunzhen, you used to write very well, but now you have met a master." I'll have to ask for advice. ”

"Imperial sister-in-law." Changle saluted the crown princess and said, "It shouldn't be said to ask for advice, it's to learn." ”

"It's rare to see you so modest, let's go, let's go in and take a look at the handwriting written by Wen Dacai." After that, he took the lead and walked into the calligraphy and painting room of the teaching workshop.

Entering the calligraphy and painting room, Chengyang excitedly walked to the side of the bookcase, picked up the ink stick and grinded it himself: "Master, I'll grind it for you!" ”

"Do you want to write it now?" Wen Qingwu frowned slightly. Now she writes immediately, and she can't do it with the meaning of showmanship, she doesn't like to show off with people.

"You don't want to write?" Su Jinli turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu and asked.

Cheng Yang, who had already poured water into the inkstone next to him, was not happy when he heard this, and said straightly: "Master, I have started grinding, you just write, if you can't do it, it's good to write a word!" ”

Wen Qingwu hesitated, and then went up to write.

With a stroke of the pen, he wrote a weekly ode.

Su Jinli looked at the cursive script on it and picked it up:

"In the Muqing Temple, Su Yu appeared.

Helping many people, the virtue of Bingwen.

To the more in the sky, Jun ran in the temple.

It is not obvious or admitted, and it is not shot at people. "Note 1

After reading it, I read it again. For Su Jinli, this calligraphy is indeed good, but the pen power is a little weak. And it looks like a frightening and elegant, but it lacks some gods.

"Sumire is the best at it, is it really a book?" Su Jinli handed the book in his hand to Changle next to him, and after reading it carefully, Changle also looked up at Wen Qingwu, a little strange.

"Okay." Wen Qingwu said.

"Okay?" Su Jinli said: "It's really just okay. ”

Chengyang had already put down the ink stick in his hand, ran to Changle's side, and looked on tiptoe.

Changle lowered the paper in his hand and said, "This cursive script is written down, and when you look closely, it does feel like a shock." ”

Chengyang looked at it but frowned: "But this book is still a little less divine than Sister's flying white body." "She was brought up by Queen Murong since she was a child, and when the first queen died, she was raised by Princess Changle, a fellow mother, and she was quite accomplished in calligraphy.

"Sumire said that she is good at books, is it serious or a joke?" Su Jinli asked with a smile.

Wen Qingwu turned his head to look at Su Jinli, and then looked at his book: "I have always felt that I wrote well. ”

Su Jinli snorted and laughed: "You are really not modest. You should take a look at Changle's book. ”

"Actually, it's not bad." Changle put down the paper in his hand and said with a smile: "It's just that with Wen Cai's unique chess skills, Zhuyu is in front, and it is inevitable that he has too high expectations for calligraphy." ”

This is obviously a comforting word, but there is no trace of ridicule when it is said, and no one in the calligraphy and painting room answers, which is a little embarrassing. Wen Qingwu said indifferently: "Since I've finished reading it, let's go to the piano room." Said the guide of the sixteen princesses. ”

Seeing that Wen Qingwu was not angry, Su Jinli didn't care about anything, and followed the three of them to the piano room: "Although calligraphy can't intoxicate people, Sumire's piano sound is still very intoxicating." I'm going to hear about it too. ”

The three of them walked into the piano room, Chengyang picked a place to sit down, turned his head and swept over the three people in front of him, and his eyes fell on Wen Qingwu: "Master, what are you playing?" ”

"Will the snow be in the spring?" Wen Qingwu walked to the piano selected by Chengyang and squatted, raised his hand to sweep it, and the sound of the piano came out leisurely.

Chengyang frowned. She wants to play something she's good at.

When Su Jinli heard this, he said, "How can she play such a difficult ancient song." ”

Wen Qingwu gently adjusted the piano shaft, looked up at Chengyang, and said, "It is precisely because of the difficulty that I let you play." The white snow in spring is high and elegant, among which the transposition vibrato is complicated, it is necessary to take all things to know spring, and the meaning of the wind is light and clean, and the sound of snow and bamboo is beautiful. Your piano skills are high, and what the rhythm is, I will know when you play it. ”

Changle nodded on the side in response: "Also, the best tunes, after practicing for a long time, there are always more right and less wrong, and I can't hear a specific one." ”

When Chengyang heard this, he also nodded in response and said "yes". Then he began to play the harp.

The sound of the yoyo piano is relatively smooth, but halfway through the play, two notes are wrong. After playing with one hand, you can finish playing the piano song, not to mention the meaning of spring when everything returns to Suzhou, and the feeling of cold snow in winter.

After playing the song, Chengyang closed the sound, raised his head and swept over the three people sitting or standing in front of him.

Su Jinli sat on the Taishi's chair and turned his head coldly: "I don't know how to play the piano, don't look at me." ”

looked at Changle, and then looked at Wen Qingwu with Changle. I saw Wen Qingwu frowning slightly, and he didn't say whether it was good or not.

"What, is it hard to hear?" Chengyang spoke apprehensively. She's real, she doesn't play these transposition trills very well. This time it was heard.

Wen Qingwu frowned and thought about it, but did not reply.

"Actually, in the ancient song, I play the plum blossom three lanes very well." Chengyang whispered.

"Even if you know the plum blossoms three lanes, how can you not feel the slightest sense of winter?" Wen Qingwu said, stepping forward: "You get up, I'll play." "There are a lot of problems with this spring and white snow, and I don't know where to start.

Chengyang hurriedly lifted the hem of his skirt and got out of the way.

"You can listen to the rhyme inside." Wen Qingwu said, stretched out his hand and stroked, and the sound of the piano poured out.

"Hmm." Chengyang nodded seriously. looked at Wen Qingwu expectantly. That day in the Hanliang Palace, she heard the song Zheng, and she was really in love with it, and she thought endlessly. The strings have stopped, and the tone is enough to gracefully circle the beam for three days.

Su Jinli, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, heard that Wen Qingwu was going to play the spring and white snow, and he slowly sat up straight with his elbows and looked out of the window, straightened his clothes, and sat upright.

It's true that she can't play the piano, thanks to the blessing of the prince, but she is a very good appreciator.

Wen Qingwu straightened her body, her slender fingertips fell on the strings, her fingers fell on the flowers, and the warmth of spring and March slowly flowed out from her fingertips. She couldn't help but close her eyes.

Ten fingers to play the piano, if there is a light breeze blowing on the face, the sound of the piano turns, as if you hear a faint birdsong.

The three people sitting around closed their eyes, and the moment they closed their eyes, they entered the realm of spring scenery.