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 her clothes, Gu Zhizhi walked to the center of the venue.

"My maid dares 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 it accidentally 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 fate, other female family members actively participated.

It's a pity that they are all mediocre and few stand 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 exhausted. If there's anything to show, I'll talk about it later."

Being rejected so directly, Gu Yiyi didn't lose her composure at all, she smiled.

"My painting only takes a quarter of an hour, and during this time 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.

"In the meantime, you might as well ask my eldest sister to perform a song for 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.

"I think someone is better than someone who is good at it. My eldest sister must be good at it too."

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 Qin's mountains and rivers, but now they were somewhat interested.

Mrs. Qing also cheered up.

"Where are the Gu family's daughters?"

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'm 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.

"Sister, she has my best interests at heart."

Gu Yiyi smiled and said, "We are all sisters. I am afraid that the eldest sister will be disrespectful, 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 ridicule in Yu Wanyun's eyes below.

Seeing Qin Zhaozhao's hesitant movements, he thought she had stage fright, so he couldn't help but look like he 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?