With Heyi's words, a woman stepped forward, Ying Ying bowed, and after the head, she spoke in a coquettish voice.

"The courtier, the Luo family, has seen the king and the concubine."

The girl is in her prime, with a delicate appearance and soft skin.

Wearing a green flowing brocade, lined with a small waist and a hand, it is even more moving.

Concubine Li looked at her kindly, with a hidden look in her eyes.

"'Ning Xue', good name, girl, what talent are you good at?"

"Your honor, concubine, the courtiers have learned the piano since childhood, and they are willing to offer ugliness and make everyone laugh."

Although the words are humble, the arrogance inside is undiminished.

You must know that although Ning Xue of the Luo family is not as beautiful as the daughter of the Li family, she is the most talented woman in the capital.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything, and the piano art is a must.

Hearing this, Concubine Li nodded and waved her hand with a smile.

"In that case, let's play it quickly and let everyone enjoy it."

"The courtiers take orders!"

Luo Ningxue took the piano handed by Le Nu after speaking, her fingertips twisted lightly, and the pleasant sound of the piano rippled happily.

The beauty played the piano, accompanied by a pleasant and light singing, the hall was quiet, and many people cast envious eyes.

After a while, after the performance, Luo Ningxue stood up and bowed gently.

"Haha, excellent, it really lives up to the title of the first talented woman!"

Concubine Li seemed to be very satisfied, looking at Rong Chuan on the dragon throne with a smile on her face.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Rong Tilt raised his head, and his cold eyes met the shy and timid woman.

"Silver Hairpin ......"

Luo Ningxue was unwilling, but she didn't dare to say anything against it, so with a smile on her face, she bowed and retreated.

"Next, the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion - Li Yimeng!"

"The courtier Li Jiayi dreamed of seeing the king, the concubine, the king's Sheng'an, the concubine Jin'an!"

The woman was dressed in a green yellow dress, charming and lovely.

The corners of his mouth are twitched, his smile is groaning, and he is delicate and smart.

When Concubine Li saw that it was her, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and she was obviously a little closer.

"Remember the dream, behave seriously, don't let down the hard work of the mourning family."

"Yes, Concubine!"

Li Yimeng smiled, then took out a jasper Xiao, put it to his mouth, and moved his fingers slightly.

A song of Xiao Yin echoed in the hall, and if you want to talk about skills, it is naturally skillful and light.

The ghostly voice is like crying and complaining, and the heart is pleasant.

Seeing that his master was still cold, Heyi shook his head in his heart.

"The Li family remembers the dream and gives the silver hairpin!"

After that, according to the name, the performance is performed in turn, and the women compete together, and the flowers are in full bloom.

"Next, Miss Taishifu - Ye Qingyi!"

In Gui Chu's surprise, a woman walked out slowly.

She is still the same as usual, wearing a light blue dress, and she has not been embellished because of the draft.

Fortunately, her skin is better than snow, her beautiful eyes are longing, and her eyes are clearer.

The elegant and vulgar posture, but the heroic spirit between the eyebrows is hidden, which is even more elegant and noble.

This gesture must be more pleasant than those women who have embellished the abundance.

"Why are you here too?"

Rong Tilt raised his head slightly and opened his mouth for the first time.

He seemed to think it was funny, glanced at Lian Fuyin, who was indifferent, and smiled softly.

"There is a life at home, and light clothes dare not disobey."

Her answer provoked a sigh, and all the women raised their eyes as if they were watching a good show, waiting for the king's order to punish the bold woman.

Unexpectedly, the always cold gentleman was not only angry, but also smiled.

"Then if Benjun gives you a chance to leave the palace, would you like to?"

Ye Qingyi raised his head in shock and opened his mouth in a dumb voice.

"Courtier's ......"

After a pause, he actually looked at Lian Fuyin, and saw that his face was expressionless, and his eyes were wet.

Turning his head, his brows frowned slightly, holding back his tears, and then he spoke, his words were already calm.

"Thank you for your grace, courtier...... Reluctance to ......"