Rebirth of the Prime Minister's Wife

Being robbed of the opportunity, all the girls secretly wondered why they didn't speak faster than others.

The first person to recommend himself, even if his performance is not very good, as long as there is no problem with his manners, he can still leave a good impression on the old lady as brave and straightforward.

And Gu Zhizhi took a fancy to this, and that's why she acted like this.

After changing into another piece of clothing, Gu Zhizhi walked to the center of the venue and said, "Your Majesty, I dare to perform a dance."

When the music started playing, Gu Zhizhi spread her sleeves and Qinglian moved, attracting the attention of many people.

The water sleeves are flowing, and the jade sleeves are blowing in the wind with her plump figure. The bright blue and elegant dress is very suitable for this melodious music.

When the music of the piano gradually reached its climax, Gu Zhizhi stood on tiptoes, her waist quickly rotated, and her skirt lifted up. Her whole body was as gorgeous as a flower blooming in the hall.

After the song ended, there was some applause from the male family members.

The old lady nodded appreciatively, "Not bad, the dance is light."

She commented briefly and looked at Qingyao lovingly, "What do you think of Qingyao?"

Qingyao glanced at it and commented lightly, "It's quite satisfactory."

Gu Zhizhi was enjoying the looks of surprise from the male family members. When she heard Qingyao's words, the corner of her mouth smiled.

Average?Is this woman blind?

Gu Zhizhi's eyes showed a bit of disdain, but she also knew that the person in front of her was the apple of Duke Qing's eye and should not be offended, so she pulled back her sleeves and stepped back.

But when he stepped back, he couldn't help but cast an unkind look at Qingyao.

Qingyao glanced at her unintentionally and sneered, "She looks pretty, but it's a pity that she has some eye problems."

Qin Zhaozhao suddenly laughed when he heard this, and quickly calmed down when Qingyao glanced at him.

Seeing Gu Zhizhi's end, other female family members actively participated, but unfortunately they were all average and few stood out.

Seeing that Mrs. Qing was a little tired, Gu Yiyi stood up calmly and smiled softly, "All sisters have their own strengths. Although I am not as good as you, I still want to show off my skills."

"It just happens to be the birthday party for the old lady, so I will present a painting, how about it?"

Qingyao frowned. She glanced at her tired grandmother and interrupted her, "I'm afraid it won't work. Grandma is already tired. If there's anything to show, we'll talk about it later."

Being rejected so directly, Gu Yiyi did not lose any composure. She smiled and said, "My painting only takes a quarter of an hour. During this period, you don't need to pay too much attention to me."

Everyone is depressed, it only takes a quarter of an hour to paint, and no one dares to say such nonsense about famous paintings.

Why is she, a woman, so confident?

Facing everyone's doubts, Gu Yiyi remained calm and said, "At the same time, I might as well let my eldest sister present a song to everyone."

"Her biological mother, the Qin family, once moved the capital with her music."

"Back then, the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" touched the hearts of many Boya Ziqi in the capital. You ladies should have an impression."

Gu Yiyi smiled and said, "I think the talent is better than the talent. I, the eldest sister, must be good at it."

The prefect's wife was a little tired at first, but her spirits were shaken when she heard this.

She looked at Qin Zhaozhao, "Is that so?" Back then, even people like her who didn't like to listen to music had heard about the Qin family's mountains and rivers, but now they were somewhat interested.

Mrs. Qing also cheered up, "Where are Gu's family and daughter?"

Qin Zhaozhao looked directly at Gu Yiyi's innocent eyes and sighed softly.

Originally, what she wanted to show was not her piano skills.

Since Gu Yiyi made the move, she had no choice but to take it.

Qin Zhaozhao stood up in front of everyone, glanced at the surprised expressions of many male relatives who gasped, and saluted Mrs. Qing.

Mrs. Qing was stunned. She leaned forward slightly, as if she wanted to see the face of the person in front of her clearly.

"Like...like..."

She spoke very quietly, and only Qingyao beside her heard some movement.

Qingyao was confused: "Grandma... what do you think it looks like?"

"Like an old friend, an old friend who has been gone for a long time." Mrs. Qing closed her eyes, "Maybe I was dazzled."

Qingyao was puzzled, but he paid more and more attention to Qin Zhaozhao.

Qin Zhaozhao met Gu Yiyi's gaze and she said indifferently, "My sister has my best interests at heart."

Gu Yiyi smiled and said, "We are all sisters. I am afraid that the eldest sister will be thin-skinned, so the younger sister will make her own decisions."

"My sister is going to one side to prepare for painting first. My sister has to think about what to play."

She stuck out her tongue gently, looking extremely playful.

In the eyes of everyone, the interaction between the two really looks like sisters who get along well and get along well.

Only Qin Zhaozhao didn't miss the triumphant smile on Gu Yiyi's lips when he turned around and left.

Qin Zhaozhao glanced over expressionlessly, looking at the piano brought in by his servants, and did not move for a moment.

There was a hint of mockery in Yu Wanyun's eyes below. Seeing Qin Zhaozhao's hesitant movements, he thought she was suffering from stage fright, and couldn't help but look like she was watching a good show.

How can a person who has stayed in Zhuangzi for nine years know how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting?

I'm afraid they are all things that cannot be put on the table.

It would be great if she could make a fool of herself in public, so that this sharp-tongued girl wouldn't know what she was proud of all day long, but she didn't take her seriously.

Qin Zhaozhao sighed softly, washed his hands and burned incense, then sat in front of the piano, raised his hand and gently plucked a few strings.

The loose and twisted string sound fell into everyone's ears, making them frown, as if they heard some harsh sound and subconsciously recognized it.

Is this just a weird note that even a new piano player can't play?

There were whispers all of a sudden.

Qin Zhaozhao didn't seem to hear it. She stopped and moved her fingertips. After slowly regaining a sense of familiarity, she began to pluck the strings.

Completely opposite to the situation just now, the sound of the piano leaked out like water, forming a lonely melody.

Everyone's breath was suffocated, as if they were in a vast desert, looking up at the swans and geese flying past against the setting sun, with only the rustling of the wind around them.

Empty, lonely.

Qin Zhaozhao hooked the string with his fingertips, twisting and turning, and sketched to everyone the image of the soldiers guarding the border under the calm wind and flat sand, looking at the flying sounds in the sky, and having the ambition to travel thousands of miles.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the rapid and noisy people's hearts trembled. The sinister images of the world in the music spread out like a picture scroll, and the sadness and coldness of the people in the music seeped into everyone's hearts.

After being noisy, it suddenly became as calm as water, as if it showed the broadmindedness of a scholar, and the melody continued, taking away all the agitated emotions just now.

The song ended, and there was silence.

Everyone went from contempt at first to amazement, shock, and envy now.

These eyes mixed with different emotions fell on the woman in the scene who looked like an immortal.

But Qin Zhaozhao was dissatisfied. He sighed, recalling several wrong notes in the song, and shook his head.

If you don't practice this piano often, it's really easy to get rusty.

The first point she made just now was that I was afraid that Mr. Qin Yi would slap her on the spot.

Mrs. Qing looked so excited that she actually stood up and waved to her.

"Girl, come on, come forward and let me take a look at you."

Qin Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat. Just now, her fingers touched the piano after a long absence. As if it was the remaining instinct of her soul, the music naturally flowed out from her fingertips. She forgot herself for a moment. Now after playing, she suddenly realized a problem——

This song "Luoyan Pingsha" was something I was good at when I was a child when my mother was still alive.

It's not the Qin family of the Gu family, but her Qin Zhaozhao's biological mother.

In the entire Yanjing, there were only two people who could play the music of the circling swallows. One was her mother, and the other was the master who taught her mother the piano——

Mrs. Qing in front of me.

Qin Zhaozhao was secretly annoyed that he was too immersed in it and wondered if he had caused trouble.

After hearing the words, she hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and held Mrs. Qing's extended hand.

Mrs. Qing looked at Qin Zhaozhao carefully. The dimness in her eyes made it difficult for her to distinguish the face of the woman in front of her. She only felt familiar, yet strange.

"Child, who taught you this song?"

Qin Zhaozhao lowered his eyes, "I once met a woman in Chaisang. I accidentally heard her playing this piece of music and asked for advice."

There are some small details in this song that were originally created by Mrs. Qing, and only she can hear them.

The ordinary reasons must not be hidden from the people in front of him, so Qin Zhaozhao could only say ambiguous words and let Mrs. Gu guess.

Mrs. Gu paused her hand and murmured: "Chaisang..."

"Do you still remember that woman's face?"

Qin Zhaozhao paused unconsciously and said vaguely, "I'm only 17 years old, and I'm very well-born."

"I see, that's it..." Mrs. Qing closed her eyes to cover up the fleeting sadness in her eyes.

When she thought about it, the person in front of her might have seen the two children left behind by that person.

Qin Zhaozhao pursed his lips and said nothing.

Her mother died of illness when she was seven years old.

My mother's face has gradually become blurred as time goes by, and the only thing I remember is that she took the trouble to teach herself to play this piece of music over and over again.

Every year on his death anniversary, Qin Zhaozhao would unconsciously play this song to mourn his late mother.

Until the Qin family incident, she never touched Qin again.

Qin Zhaozhao was in poor health when he was a child. He was always kept in the house and taken good care of, and he rarely saw outsiders.

I only found out that Mrs. Qing was the master who taught my mother the folk art because of a chance encounter in the back garden of the Qin Mansion.

However, after her mother died of illness, the old lady gradually became estranged from the Qin family and stopped communicating with her.

She looked at Madam Qing and softened her voice, "Are you tired, Madam?"

Mrs. Qing nodded, "Recalling the old person makes me dizzy for a moment."

She sighed, but still held Qin Zhaozhao's hand, "Good boy, you can play the meaning of the music after only a few instructions. You seem to be talented."

"Are you willing to enter White Deer Academy?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was silent.

The women underneath were twisting their sleeve handkerchiefs, all showing unwillingness and disappointment.

Qin Zhaozhao's eyes moved, and she suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and smiled lightly.

"If you are lucky, you will naturally get it."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Qing said two good words in a row, "I will send someone to inform Bailu Academy. You should be ready to enroll when early spring comes."

Qin Zhaozhao saluted, "Thank you, madam."

"Wait!" Someone from below suddenly interrupted, and Yu Wanyun stood up with a not-so-good face and forced a smile, "Old madam, Yi'er is still painting, why don't you wait for her to come out before making a decision? "

When everyone heard what she said, they remembered that one person was still painting.

The scene suddenly became a little awkward. Those who had just applauded stopped their voices. Occasionally someone muttered, "What kind of painting is this birthday banquet? It's so time-consuming and labor-intensive that it makes people wait for so long."

"The promised quarter of an hour has passed and you haven't seen anyone yet?"

"Are you bragging..."

There were a lot of whispers below, and Mrs. Qing frowned slightly, "In that case, just wait for her to come out."

Saying this is just to save the Gu family's face.

Everyone was sharp-eyed. Seeing her still holding Qin Zhaozhao's hand, they made up their minds.

When Gu Yiyi ordered his servants to bring the painting out, he was not aware of the atmosphere in the scene.

She wondered why Qin Zhaozhao was standing next to Mrs. Qing, but she didn't think too much and turned sideways to show the colorful paintings behind her.

The prefect's wife asked, "What kind of painting is this? It's so strange."

Gu Yiyi smiled and introduced, "This is a foreign painting. It is said to be created by people overseas. Unlike us who use ink to paint, they use a thing called lead, which can be used in different colors."

"This painting technique is also their original creation. I accidentally learned about it last year and was extremely interested in it. I copied it a little and learned it."

"Now it's just a matter of showing off one's self."

To be fair, Gu Yiyi's paintings really stand out among the crowd of chess, calligraphy and paintings.

But Qin Zhaozhao, who had touched people's hearts just now, impressed them deeply.

The emotion in the song and the meaning in the song cannot be compared to a painting that was copied briefly.

It is already clear who wins and who loses.

Gu Yiyi did not get the expected surprised expressions from everyone. Instead, she saw impatience on many people's faces, and she began to sense that something was wrong.

An uneasy feeling came to her heart, and she looked directly at Qin Zhaozhao in front of her based on her intuition.

Mrs. Qing could only be heard asking in a deep voice, "I still reserve my opinion. Do you have any questions?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Gu Yiyi's hand shook, and she stared in disbelief, as if she knew what was going to happen next.

Mrs. Qing's words echoed simultaneously with her thought——

"Then the quota for Lao Jian will be handed over to the eldest lady of the Gu family."