Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

Who would have thought that Baili Ye would change his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. He turned around and dealt Shen Siyan a fatal blow. While he was still recalling, someone started asking questions.

"What special skills does the young lady plan to show off?" everyone asked curiously.

Ye Yunzi slowly walked into the venue. Her figure was like a fairy in a painting, cold and aloof, and she instantly became the focus of the whole audience. This usually unknown woman was so stunningly beautiful that it was eye-opening.

Jiaojiao secretly clenched her fists. She had just won the applause of the whole audience with her stunning dance, but as soon as Ye Yunzi appeared on the stage, it seemed as if all the attention was sucked away by her.

But she remembered that Ye Yunzi was said to be mediocre and a useless vase. No matter what she performed, it would only become a joke and she would never be outstanding.

Lin Yi smiled contemptuously and interrupted, "Don't expect too much from the second sister. She likes quietness. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not her cup of tea..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces showed subtle expressions. Indeed, when Ye Yunzi attended a gathering of noble women in the past, she always quietly huddled in a corner and never showed her presence.

Could it be that what Lin Yiqing said was true, that Ye Yunzi was really a useless person with no special abilities?

Su Yu smiled slightly, appearing quite fair: "No matter what, the rules cannot be broken, Miss Ye still has to show her talent."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The people around echoed, obviously wanting to see Ye Yunzi make a fool of herself.

In her previous life, they pressed her like this, causing Ye Yunzi to read out her usual poems in a panic, only to be accused of plagiarizing the masterpiece of the top scholar Luo Gongzi. Despite her many excuses, no one believed her, and she was branded as a poet who stole poems.

Today, the faces of this group of people remain unchanged.

Facing all this, Ye Yunzi remained extremely calm and said in a calm tone: "Since Miss Jiaojiao just performed the stunning dance, I will present a dance, even though my skills are not very good."

"No problem. If Miss Ye needs accompaniment, please tell the musician directly." Su Yu nodded in agreement.

Ye Yunzi turned to the musician, thought for a moment and said, "No need for piano music, just drum sounds will do."

"Drum sound?" Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Ye Yunzi was seen whispering a few words to the maids beside her, and then the two maids left in a hurry. A short while later they brought back a three-foot-wide piece of silk.

"Miss, is this okay?" the maids asked.

Ye Yunzi nodded with satisfaction. "It's very suitable. You just need to pull the two ends of the silk."

The two little girls deftly pulled the silk apart, and the cloth looked like a vast painting waiting to be painted. Ye Yunzi glanced at the inkstone beside her, took two big steps, and waved her arms. The gauze fluttered in the wind, and after a gentle sway, the silver-white, transparent gauze scarf, like a cicada's wing, gracefully touched the ink.

"Oh my god!" The crowd gasped in surprise.

What's the point of this? Such good clothes are ruined like this?

You know, the outfit Ye Yunzi was wearing was made of top-quality fabrics and was priceless embroidery. But now it was stained by ink, which was heartbreaking.

"Miss Ye..." Su Yu's eyes widened with a confused look on her face, unable to guess what she was up to.

But Ye Yunzi looked calm, turned her head and nodded slightly, "Play the drums!"

The musician received the order and the drums started beating immediately. Boom, boom, boom, boom. The powerful rhythm spread like a wave and struck people's hearts.

The spectators in the pavilion were also attracted by the drum sounds and turned their heads to see what mystery was hidden behind the drum sounds.

As the wind blew, Ye Yunzi's figure danced with it. She turned around gorgeously, and her silver-white dress shone brightly, extremely eye-catching.

The two spots of ink on the shawl are particularly clear against the pure white background.

The drum beats became faster and faster. Ye Yunzi's movements were smooth and graceful, and her waist was strong and powerful, which was completely different from Jiaojiao's fragility. She showed a tenacity.

Boom!

The drums roared, Ye Yunzi spun around, swung her shawl, and left a streak of ink on the snow-white silk.

Ye Yunzi's eyes were deep, like the starless night, captivating and intoxicating.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, full of confidence, and as she moved, the blank canvas was gradually painted with ink.

"What is she doing?"

"So beautiful!" Everyone was confused at first, but finally they were completely immersed in Ye Yunzi's charm, with only this extraordinary woman in their eyes.

Every movement of hers, every spread of ink, makes people stare with bated breath.

At this moment, the situation is turbulent.

The gauze around her swayed in the wind, and the people in the pavilion were able to witness Ye Yunzi's graceful and light spinning figure.

A silence.

Boom boom boom!

The drum beats were as rapid as a torrential rain, and beads of sweat oozed from the musicians' foreheads. This physical work was not easy. But looking at the beautiful figure on the stage, everyone couldn't help but sway to her rhythm.

Shen Siyan raised his lips, his eyes locked onto Ye Yunzi, their sights seemed to have traveled through time and space for thousands of years, meeting at this moment. Everything around them seemed to slow down, leaving only each other in their eyes.

"Yun Zi..." Shen Siyan murmured softly, ripples in his heart.

Ye Yunzi had a faint smile on her lips and lowered her eyelids slightly, avoiding the burning gaze.

The drumbeats stopped abruptly, and the last stroke in her hand was completed perfectly.

“One appreciates flowers differently when they bloom, and one feels sad differently when they wither. Where can I send my love? It is only between the blooming and withering of flowers.” As the sound of drums faded away, she slowly put down the shawl and let it fall lightly to the ground. She fixed her eyes on the canvas in front of her and chanted these meaningful verses.

The low and slightly sad tone gently touched everyone's heartstrings.

On the canvas, the white silk blooms into layers of petals, and a gorgeous peony appears on it.

"Peony!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"She actually used the scarf to paint the peony!" Another person exclaimed, it turns out that Ye Yunzi's graceful dancing steps were using ink as a brush to draw a series of ink paintings on the cloth! This creativity is so ingenious!

“Between the blooming and falling of flowers…good poetry!”

Not far away, Baili Yan stood up suddenly and applauded, "The dance is beautiful, and even the poem is so wonderful! Is this poem written by the young lady herself?"

The Seventh Prince was so excited that he could not express it in words. He actually favored Ye Yunzi so much!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Yunzi again. She remained calm as ever. She looked at the pavilion through the veil and nodded slightly: "That's exactly what I did."

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!" Baili Yan did not hide his praise, his eyes full of admiration, and then ordered the servants, "Show this young lady's painting here too, so that everyone can enjoy it together."

"As ordered."

"Young Miss Ye, how come I haven't heard of her before?" Baili Yan seemed to be thinking about something. "It would be great if I could have known her earlier. She is such a buried pearl, Si Yan, don't you think so?"