Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Emperor Dong Cang thought happily that if Xiao Yixian became Prince Ning's concubine, he would entrust his body to her and feel more at ease.

Thinking of this, he was calm.

It wouldn't be a big deal even if he was given the Princess of Ning. It would still be nice to have the Little Medical Fairy, who is being fought over by four countries, as his daughter-in-law.

Concubine Song looked at Emperor Dongcang's smile and realized that he had taken a fancy to this daughter-in-law.

That's it.

As long as her son is happy and His Majesty is happy, she may give in.

At worst, I can find a few more concubines. Once my son comes to the throne, there will be plenty of places in the harem, and I can just make new arrangements then.

It seems that this young lady also has this idea in mind, so let's decide it today.

"Your Majesty's word is as good as gold. I will definitely fulfill your wish."

Concubine Song smiled gently and comforted her.

Seeing Qian You taking the initiative to ask His Majesty for a promise, Cang Min felt a little nervous.

He felt that something uncontrollable was about to happen, but with so many people present, it was not convenient for him to speak out to stop it.

I wish, I wish her talent wasn't that great.

Today, my mother must ask my father to arrange a marriage for him. No matter who my mother proposes, he will marry her. She is his chosen wife, and he is determined to get her today.

Qian You retreated to his seat and whispered something to Qiao Yun, who then went downstairs to prepare.

People in the hall were toasting each other again, and some of them were sighing and congratulating Prime Minister Yun. Everyone could see that His Majesty and Concubine Song were very satisfied with this popular little medical genius.

Prime Minister Yun drank cup after cup of wine offered to him with great embarrassment, finding it bitter and hard to swallow.

After half a cup of tea, Qiao Yun came back and brought what Qian You wanted.

Two little eunuchs were carrying a large tray filled with fine white sand.

As she strolled through the garden, she discovered that the ground beneath each plum tree was covered with fine white sand, which was crystal clear, white, delicate and smooth.

"What is she going to do with all this sand?"

"What talent requires sand?"

"I don't know. Let's wait and see."

People around were whispering, and Concubine Song was also surprised to see a large tray of white sand placed in the hall.

"Miss Qianyou, what are you going to do with all this sand? What talent are you going to perform?"

"Your Highness, I will show you sand painting."

Qian You answered calmly.

"Sand painting? Painting on the sand?"

“How do you draw on sand?”

"Everyone, please be patient, I will reveal it to you in a moment."

She turned to look at Sheng Yanran and asked.

"Would you please, Miss Sheng, play the piano for me?"

Sheng Yanran's face flushed, and she said timidly, "My piano skills are not very good, and I'm afraid it will affect your performance."

When Sheng Xiaoge saw Prince Ning Cangmin standing up, he quickly stood up.

"I am not very talented, but my piano skills are decent. I wonder if I can compose music for Miss Qianyou?"

Qian You saw the actions of several people from the corner of his eye and responded generously.

"Okay! Please feel free to choose the music, Prince Sheng. I will paint to suit your music."

"What? Can painting be coordinated with music? How come I don't know this? Each painting has its own artistic conception, and there are so many melodies, how can they be coordinated?"

"I don't know. I really don't understand. It seems that no one knows either. We'll just have to wait and see."

"It's definitely a gimmick. There's no reason to paint to match the music."

More and more questioning voices were whispering, but the white figure in the center of the hall remained unmoved.

Sheng Xiaoge sat on the side of the stage, not knowing what would happen next.

He was not sure what piece to play. He looked at the aloof figure with some nervousness. He was infected by her calmness and his heart calmed down instantly.

Believe in her, hasn’t she created enough miracles?

Just those ten dishes with great color, aroma, taste and poetic beauty have made him not go home for meals for several months. After eating the last round, he wants the next one again. He has become a permanent resident of Tianyi Restaurant.

His fingers moved nimbly and music began to play.

Men play the piano more vigorously than women, and powerful music flows out from their fingers.

Qian You stood still, placed his hands lightly on the fine white sand, and followed the prelude with his fingers cutting in.

Her fingers seemed to be dancing, and the whole picture of a garden appeared in her fingers. Her quick and nimble fingers drew plum trees, gnarled branches, overlapping twigs, and plum blossoms, which appeared before people's eyes. Layers of petals unfolded one by one, some were in bud, and some were brilliant, blooming in coordination with the smooth music.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. No one had ever seen a painting without paper or brush, but with just ten fingers. It really made people appreciate such an artistic conception of the painting.

As the music played, two figures stood under the tree, the woman was graceful and the man was strong. The man slowly stroked the woman's head, picked a plum blossom for her and put it on her bun. The woman responded with a sweet laugh.

There is always a time for romance. As the music became more exciting, the man put on armor, mounted his warhorse, and said goodbye to the woman on the horse. The woman waved the plum branch in her hand and sent the man to the battlefield.

The song ends.

The scene of white sand, with the man's horse galloping, layers of sand waves appear and gradually return to calm.

Qian You put his hands down. The white sand in the tray was calm and still, as if it had never been touched by anyone.

There was deathly silence in the palace, and people were too absorbed in the sand painting.

One song, a complete story, all vividly displayed in the fingers of a little woman.

Everyone present saw the beautiful love and passionate emotions and was deeply immersed in them.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The emperor on the high platform was the first to react, and his two old hands clapped together, making a heavy sound.

the second.

The third.

There was thunderous applause in the hall.

Those who were skeptical just now now clapped their hands until they were red, their eyes filled with unsatisfied appreciation and still unsure amazement.

"Amazing! Amazing! In my life, I have never seen anyone paint on sand, and it is a vivid story painting. How is this possible?"

Prince Ning Cangmin prides himself on being the most talented scholar in Dongcang State. At this moment, he was stunned by the unusual paintings displayed by Qianyou, but he was also very nervous, not knowing what would happen next.

Qian You bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, may I ask for your permission?"

"Of course, of course, Miss Yun's talent is unrivaled. Does anyone here have any objection?"

The old emperor was in high spirits and no one dared to raise any objections.

It is also undeniable that Xiao Yixiang's talent is rare and impeccable.

When many people were wondering whether the Little Medical Fairy would take the opportunity to ask for the position of Prince Ning's principal wife, Qian You's clear voice was heard.

"Your Majesty, I request that I be able to decide my own marriage."

The crisp and clean sound made the hall silent again.

Emperor Dong Cang's mouth was still wide open, and he stood there awkwardly.

what?

What is marriage autonomy?

That means you can’t be granted marriage!

This doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Concubine Song also widened her eyes. Shouldn’t she take this opportunity to ask for a marriage?