The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

Talent does not stipulate that the men on the Qingsong boat have no interest in the rabbit lanterns, so this kind of competition is only held among women. The noble ladies on the Linglong boat performed what they were good at, and in the end, whoever got the most praise from everyone on the Qingsong boat was the winner.

Xu Ruoxi's face flushed red, she felt a little uncomfortable, but she tried her best to maintain her icy expression: "Since it's a holiday, let's just write a word."

Xu Ruoxi is the daughter of a bachelor in charge of the Hanlin Academy, a well-known scholarly family, immersed in the influence of books since childhood. The handwriting is quite good. She is still young now, and when the maidservant brought the rice paper that was comparable to a wolf, she started to write almost without hesitation.

It is taboo to pause while writing, she writes smoothly, and her expression is extremely focused. Xu Ruoxi is also a beautiful girl, but she is too lonely on weekdays, so that people ignore her facial features. At this moment, I am immersed in the world of writing wholeheartedly, without that coldness, my facial features are only soft, and there is actually a special softness.

Many people on the Qingsong boat had paid attention to her, and some young princes said: "You really have both talent and appearance, and a scholarly family!"

After Xu Ruoxi put down her pen, the servant girl showed her handwriting in front of everyone, it was just a simple "Fu" character, written in a grand and round manner, with an unspeakable simplicity and squareness. It is said that seeing words is like seeing people. In the last life, I suffered from the Eighth Prince. Jiang Ruan doesn't believe this now, but after reading this word, she can't help but praise it in her heart.

Although the handwriting is a bit old-fashioned, it is upright and majestic. Xu Ruoxi is like this word, a person who dares to love and hate.

All the people here have read the book, so they naturally understand whether Xu Ruoxi's writing is good or not, and they all applaud in admiration. Zhao Jin said: "Ruoxi's handwriting has improved again. Looking around, I can see that only the Eighth Prince's handwriting can compare with it."

"What's this talking about?" Dong Ying'er smiled and said, "Ruoxi is a woman, and the Eighth Prince is a man. Compared with a man and a woman, doesn't the Eighth Prince take advantage?"

Everyone laughed again, amidst the admiration, Xu Ruoxi glanced at Qingsongfang quietly, then frowned, her eyes dimmed.

In Jiang Ruan's eyes, as in the last life, King Jinying is the dream of all the women in the Jin Dynasty, but unfortunately this person is an iceberg of incomprehensible customs, so many hearts have been paid by mistake.

Xu Ruoxi returned to her seat. Her actions had already attracted the attention of many young gentlemen on the Qingsong boat, but since she returned to her seat, she was depressed and turned a blind eye to those admiring eyes.

After Xu Ruoxi passed by, another noble lady smiled and asked who should be next, but with Princess Rong Ya and Xu Ruoxi's jewels in front, no one wanted to be the embarrassing person behind.

In the silence, a cautious voice sounded: "Second sister, don't you play the piano very well, if you don't want to play it too, Danniang really wants to hear you play the lyre."

Jiang Ruan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the speaker. Jiang Dan looked at the corner of his clothes anxiously, as if he was a little scared. But in the end he said what he just said.

And Jiang Susu, who was sitting beside her, looked at Jiang Dan with some surprises in her eyes, and then blushed slightly: "Dan Niang, how can I play the lyre?" Her eyes were full of uneasiness, as touching as a frightened deer.

"What are you talking about, Second Miss Jiang?" Princess Rongya was still smiling: "Everyone knows that you are unparalleled in piano skills. Why don't you play a song for us today. Back then, Mrs. Jiang's lyre was famous all over the capital. , but it’s a pity that we don’t have the chance to see each other. Today you come to play a song and let us open our eyes, okay?”

Xia Yan was also the most talented woman in the capital at the beginning, and she played the lyre superbly with one hand. Now she handed over the skill of this lyre to Jiang Susu, who is already well-known, which is undoubtedly the icing on the cake. It's not that Princess Rongya is not jealous, but she has always been tactful and understands that men don't like to see women jealous, so it's better to be more magnanimous. Besides, Jiang Susu's talent is truly incomparable. This year's Rabbit Lantern will surely fall into her hands.

The noble ladies around all agreed, some wanted to watch the fun, some pretended to flatter, and some really wanted to hear what the lyre sounded like. Wen Feifei frowned and said: "She really can play the lyre, sister Ruan, have you ever heard your second sister play?"

"I've never heard of it before," Jiang Ruan said with a smile, "but it should be a fairy music, which makes people feel ecstatic."

Lin Zixiang snorted coldly with disdain: "It's just a hypocrisy!"

Dong Ying'er smiled helplessly at Jiang Ruan, who was noncommittal.

It was supposed to be the Lantern Festival a few years later, but Jiang Susu's lyre has a lofty artistic conception and is unparalleled in beauty. Coupled with her embarrassment as a foil, the Jiang family's two daughters, one as spotless as a fairy and snow, and the other as filthy as muddy ground, such rumors spread quietly among the nobles in Beijing.

At this moment, Jiang Susu is dressed in white, with light makeup, which makes her pretty face extraordinarily beautiful, and she has a different kind of purity in front of Yise Yingying and Yanyan. A smile spread across her face, and she said: "Everyone says so, I'm making a fool of myself, I just hope I don't pollute your ears."

Her humble attitude immediately aroused everyone's admiration. Then the servant girl presented a beautiful and precious lyre. Jiang Susu sat down in front of the lyre, closed her eyes and began to burn incense.

All eyes on the Qingsong boat were focused on this stunning beauty, Mo Cong pushed Xiao Shao: "Third brother, that is the prostitute of Jiang Quan's mansion, now the whole capital can no longer find the first one who is more talented than her." Got it, what do you think?"

Xiao Shao glanced at Linglong Boat, his expression was still indifferent. Mo Cong was bored, turned his head awkwardly and continued to watch Jiang Susu's performance.

With the sound of "Zheng", the sound of the piano broke through the air, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, Jiang Susu opened her eyes, and her jade fingers flew on the strings, like a butterfly as white as snow, the melodious sound of the piano flowed into everyone's ears. She played "You Lan".

The sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, without a single pause in the flow, the quieter and more distant the sound, and today she was wearing white clothes again, in a trance, everyone felt that they saw an elegant orchid in the valley, expressing their faint sadness and sorrow. People can't help but feel pity.

This song was originally chosen brilliantly, to set off Jiang Susu's noble and pure temperament, but also to make everyone look up to her. Who doesn't like such a woman who doesn't cause dust?

Xu Ruoxi frowned slightly, everyone was immersed in the melody of the orchids in the empty valley, only Jiang Ruan was leaning against the window and looking at the river flowing in front of the window.

Jiang Susu was as famous as she was in the previous life, but she didn't know that she couldn't bear such a big praise.

Sure enough, after finishing the song, a young gentleman from Qingsongfang took the lead in applauding: "This song should only exist in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world!