The banquet was halfway through, and the climax had just begun.

A woman walked to the center with her maid, followed by the maid holding a pipa.

The woman bowed to Wang Jing and said, "Madam, I have composed a new song and would like to dedicate it to Madam."

Wang Jing smiled and said: "Miss Fan is versatile, so please let Miss Fan give you a demonstration first!"

"It's coming, it's coming." Murong Yue said excitedly.

"..." Mo Qingcheng.

This kind of banquet is the most boring. I don't understand why she is so excited.

Murong Yue just wanted to see how people in ancient times showed their talents.

I’ve watched it a lot on TV, but this is the first time I’ve actually been there.

The song ends.

Murong Yue almost fell asleep. How could this be fun? It was clearly a lullaby!

That piece of music is soft and soft, with no ups and downs at all. The whole tune is on the same note. This is called versatility. Is Mrs. Lin misunderstanding about versatility?

Mo Qingcheng had already guessed the expression and kindly poured her a cup of tea so that she could drink it to wake up.

Murong Yue chuckled, picked up the tea and drank it, feeling quite sober.

"This lullaby is so terrible."

However, this is just the beginning.

One after another, they were either painting, composing poetry, or singing and dancing on the guzheng.

Murong Yue was so sleepy that she almost hit the back of the chair several times.

Fortunately, Mo Qingcheng was at the side and stretched out his hand to block the place she was about to hit.

Otherwise, her head would probably be knocked out several times.

"I heard that Miss Murong is also a talented woman. I wonder if I can ask Miss Murong to show her off?" came Wang Jing's gentle voice.

Murong Yue immediately woke up from almost falling asleep.

He straightened his hair calmly before replying.

"Mrs. Lin is afraid that she has listened to someone's slander, so she thinks that I, a country girl, am talented, right? Even if I am talented, it is not as talented as the ladies here, so I'd better not be too ugly!"

Thought: I really can't play or sing such a hypnotic song...

At this time, Murong Xue stood up and said: "Mrs. Lin, Murong Yue and I are both from Qingquan Village, so I know best whether she has any talent."

Wang Jing's eyes were filled with interest upon hearing this.

"Oh? Then tell me, does she have any talent?"

Lin Fangfang suddenly laughed and said: "Pfft~ I'm afraid it's not your talent for carrying water, growing vegetables and plowing the fields, right?"

As soon as he said this, the people below burst into laughter.

Murong Xue covered her mouth with her hands and smiled proudly, and she did not forget to look at Murong Yue provocatively.

Wang Jing covered his mouth and laughed for a long time, and then said to Murong Yue with a mocking look on his face: "Fang'er is naughty, Miss Murong, please forgive me."

The corners of Murong Yue's lips curled up and she said with a smile: "After all, Miss Lin is the apple of Madam's eye, how can she understand that the food on the table is the result of the hard work of farmers! You think so, Madam."

"Haha! Miss Murong is really good at talking. We paid for them to work hard. It's a matter of course. But when it came to Miss Murong's mouth, she felt that it was our fault." Wang Jing sat on it and looked at Murong with a low gaze.

moon.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips from the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is a blessing? I just want Miss Lin to know that every grain of rice is the result of the hard work of the country people you call me.

, such ridicule is actually inappropriate."

After Mo Qingcheng listened to the poem, he looked at Murong Yue with eyes filled with admiration.

To be able to compose such a poem, Murong Yue is not an untalented woman.

Many of the young men present here had gone to school. After hearing about the pity for the peasants, they all looked at her differently and started talking in low voices.

Some bold ones even praised her directly: "Miss Murong is really talented. In just a few lines of poetry, she can describe the scene of farmers' hard work vividly and vividly. It's amazing, amazing."

When Murong Yue heard this, she touched her cheek in embarrassment. She accidentally showed off the poems written by ancient people. It was a sin...

Wang Jing saw that all the young men were showing favor to her, so she continued to pursue the case, which seemed like she was being unreasonable.

Looking at the side where the woman was sitting, someone immediately stood up and said, "Miss Murong is so talented, why don't you show it to us?"

Those girls had long been unhappy with Murong Yue. A handsome guy, Mo Qingcheng, was sitting next to her. Everyone would be crazy with jealousy, right?

Now even the young men are showing favor to her, which makes the girls even more dissatisfied with her.
Chapter completed!