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Tan Miaoyin has been in love with the Eighth Prince for a long time. She just heard that Jiang Qingxue and the Eighth Prince came in together, so she hurriedly ran to greet him. As soon as she saw the Eighth Prince, she forgot about Jiang Qingxue and only welcomed the Eighth Prince in. She was feeling a little uncomfortable. Sorry, I felt relieved when Jiang Qingxue said this.

She smiled and said: "You are joking again. These newly built landscapes are very crude. How can they be compared with the garden of your prince's palace?"

Jiang Qingxue glanced at Xiao Linche and said meaningfully.

"No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get tired of it if you see it too much. It is not as fresh and interesting as your garden."

Especially the rockery, it feels like it was carefully designed for men and women having affairs. Even the stone walls have been polished. Could it be that the prime minister also likes to have fun?

While the two were talking, the two men over there were stealing glances at Jiang Qingxue. One was Tan Di, the eldest son of the Tan family, and the other was Cui Zhi, the new top scholar. Both of them are considered to be the leading young talents in the capital. , the noble girl next to her attracted everyone's attention when she saw Jiang Qingxue coming, and she felt dissatisfied.

Tan Miaoyin pulled Jiang Qingxue over, and she naturally sat next to the Eighth Prince, while Jiang Qingxue sat down next to her. The Eighth Prince subconsciously moved to the side, further away from Tan Miaoyin.

Tan Miaoyin's face immediately turned red. In the past, the Eighth Prince was invited to every banquet held by the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he had never attended. Now, for some reason, he came unexpectedly.

Tan Di saw his sister's embarrassment and suggested that everyone play the game of drumming and passing flowers. Whoever's turn it is, you can punish yourself with a drink, recite poetry, or play the piano. Of course, Jiang Qingxue couldn't drink. Reciting poetry was not a problem. Singing was her best. Who among the big stars in the entertainment industry had several talents?

The drummers were the maids of the Tan family. They wanted to make Tan Miaoyin stand out in order to leave a good impression in front of the Eighth Prince. Sure enough, it was Jiang Qingxue's turn in the first round. With a vulgar person like Jiang Qingxue who was incapable of playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting as a foil, a talented woman like Tan Miaoyin would naturally be even more memorable.

Jiang Qingxue saw the clues and just smiled lightly.

"Then I'll throw some light on the topic and sing a song for everyone."

The two women present looked at each other and smiled, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Tan Di and Cui Zhi were both young men from aristocratic families, so they had both been to brothels and restaurants. When they heard that she wanted to sing, they were both a little surprised. Since ancient times, the only people who sang songs were singers in brothels. They didn't know that Jiang What Qingxue wants to sing, maybe it’s not a erotic song from a brothel, right?

Tan Miaoyin was still immersed in the joy of being in close contact with the Eighth Prince. She was completely distracted. She didn't even know what Jiang Qingxue said, so she just kept cheering.

The Eighth Prince glanced at Jiang Qingxue and wanted to remind her, but thinking about her identity, she probably didn't even know a few words, so how could she play the piano and compose poetry? Forget it, let her go!

Jiang Qingxue stood up, cleared her throat, and mastered her accent, and a piece of Huangmei Opera came right away.

"In order to save Li Lang from his homeland, who would have expected that he would be number one on the imperial list? I would like him in a red robe and a hat with palace flowers... I have also been to the banquet in Qionglin, and I have also beaten horses in front of the street. Everyone said I, Pan Anmao, turned out to be wearing a gauze hat covering Chan Juan..."

Tan Miaoyin was the first to cheer.

"It sounds good, Princess. I didn't expect you to sing."

Cui Zhi, the top scholar, also showed admiration. This song completely touched his heart. He even suspected that Jiang Qingxue sang this song specially for him. He stood up and cupped his hands.

"The princess has a voice as good as a lark. I didn't expect Mr. Cui to have such a blessed ear today."

Jiang Qingxue winked at him and said softly.

"The Number One Scholar is ridiculously complimentary."

There are many things you didn't expect, but she doesn't want to be in the limelight. Otherwise, she can memorize a few Tang poems and Song lyrics, play a few famous songs on the guzheng and guqin, and play the flute.

Cui Zhi's face immediately turned red when she hooked him like that. The jade-faced man was blushing and his eyes were averting his eyes. He really had a unique flavor. Jiang Qingxue laughed secretly. She suddenly understood Xiao Linchuan's happiness. It felt so good to hook up with others.

Tan Di was still thinking about the music he had just played. He praised it twice and joked with a smile.

"Princess, you seem to have sung this song specifically for Brother Cui, so we've benefited from it."

The two women also smiled and praised a few words, secretly thinking that Jiang Qingxue was indeed a little clever. Only the Eighth Prince remained silent, holding the tea cup and not knowing what he was thinking.

The drumming and passing flowers started again. In the second round, it was the turn of the woman in the goose-yellow dress. She was the legitimate daughter of the Shao family of Dali Temple. Miss Shao composed a poem. To Jiang Qingxue, it was barely neat and could be called It was an ancient version of limerick, and everyone continued to praise it.

Next it was Tan Miaoyin's turn. She asked her maid to fetch the pipa and played the song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". The song was sad and beautiful, and everyone was intoxicated for a while. Jiang Qingxue didn't understand pipa, but she could still hear that Tan Miaoyin was indeed He is a mid-range expert.

In the fourth round, Miss Shao winked at the maid who was playing the drum. The maid understood. When the silk flowers reached Jiang Qingxue, the drum suddenly stopped and Miss Shao let out an ouch.

"Ah, why is it the princess's turn again? I still want to hear the Number One Scholar play the piano."

Cui Zhi was not only accomplished in poetry, but also good at music. He was a good flute player and a good guqin player. Jiang Qingxue had only heard about it. She thought about it, looked at Tan Miaoyin and smiled.

"Since Miss Shao loves to listen to the piano, I will show off and play a piece of music. I wonder if I have a piano?"

Tan Miaoyin didn't take it to heart at all and ordered the maid with a smile.

"Of course, Xiao Chui'er, go get my piano."

No one cared much about it. Jiang Qingxue had been in the palace for more than a year. If she had been practicing her piano skills for more than a year, it should be no problem to play one or two pieces of music in full.

The maid named Xiao Chuo'er quickly brought out a completely black piano. It looked very luxurious and ancient, even more luxurious than the ones Jiang Qingxue had in modern times.

She closed her eyes and held her breath. Many songs she had practiced flashed before her eyes. Finally, she chose to laugh out loud. This is her favorite song and what she is best at. She can play it with her eyes closed.

As soon as she got started, Cui Zhi felt that Jiang Qingxue was proficient in music. Her white jade-like fingers were flying on the seven strings of Lingling. Her music style was sonorous and powerful, heroic, free and uninhibited, and she was completely different from the little girl in the boudoir. The meaning of twisting and mourning. Jiang Qingxue, on the other hand, was intoxicated in her own music, and her whole person was glowing. She is the best at how to perform most perfectly.

Everyone was also shocked. Jiang Qingxue was so secretive? The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Qingxue with a look of surprise and restraint.

Even Miss Shao's eyes widened in shock. Apart from being surprised, she was more affected by her style of music. I have to say that it is indeed good to listen to.

"Go and see, who's playing the piano over there?"

"What song is this? Why haven't I heard it?"

"The Number One Scholar is over there. Could it be his newly composed music?"

"The Eighth Prince is also over there, I don't dare to go near him."