The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

But after sweeping around, everyone's performance has been understood by heart, Han Yan maintained a smile, and the emperor's voice could not hear happiness and anger: "Oh? Why not."

Han Yan smiled slightly, tilted her head slightly and said innocently: "I don't know where Miss Li got the news, Han Yan's piano skills have not been taught by a master, and her aptitude is mediocre, so she does not dare to show her ugliness. Han Yan is playing here today, such a clumsy violin skill, the sage can see it clearly, and he will know it when he hears it."

She blushed and lowered her head as if a bit ashamed: "Han Yan is really ashamed with so many adults and wives here."

She was born cute, and her clothes were even more exquisite. She whispered with a childish innocence. In front of these young and mature daughters, Han Yan was like a completely harmless baby. The unpretentious nature makes people shine.

The emperor's face softened a bit: "So it is." But he did not intend to continue.

Li Jiaqi smiled softly: "Perhaps it was a misinformation from the people in Beijing, but Miss Zhuang is smart and dexterous, with poor piano skills, and also has other talents. Can you show it?"

Everyone has said this, what else can Han Yan do, otherwise she admits that she is useless and does not have a talent that she can do well, then she will not need to be in the circle of nobles in the capital from now on.

This is a good opportunity. The first step in winning the king and defeating the bandit is here. Han Yan has no interest in this kind of show at the palace banquet. Li Jiaqi is aggressive, so let her know what it means to shoot yourself feet.

The man in red on the man's family said with great interest, "So she is the fourth young lady of Zhuang Mansion. She doesn't look like a young lady. She's so bold and fun!"

The handsome young man next to him was noncommittal, just glanced at the petite girl standing on the golden temple, saying that the girl was a bit too much, and looked more like a little doll carved in pink and jade on a New Year's painting. Looking at it, a smile appeared on Fu Yunxi's face.

He Lianyu didn't notice the change in his expression, otherwise he would definitely be shocked. The legendary Ice Cube Lord would actually be popular, smiling at a little girl who didn't even grow her hair?

"Why do I think that Miss Li is deliberately embarrassing the little girl?" He Lianyu said. As the eldest young master, he has a natural and sensitive intuition for these intrigues.

Fu Yunxi raised her eyebrows and said nothing, embarrassed? I'm afraid I don't know who is embarrassing who.

After listening to Li Jiaqi's words, Han Yan raised a sweet smile: "Han Yan has been stupid since childhood, and his talent is not really good. Since it is to add some joy to the palace banquet, Han Yan presents a show of gadgets to cheer everyone up. All right."

As soon as these words came out, Li Jiaqi and Zhuang Yushan were stunned at the same time, staring at Han Yan in disbelief. Could it be that she could not succeed in some way, but her right hand could no longer play the piano, so she had to dance, but with the previous Princess Yunni, no matter how well she dances, the emperor cannot favor an outsider.

Han Yan met Zhuang Yushan's suspicious gaze and smiled slightly, thinking that she couldn't show her talent, and then Zhuang Yushan would take her place? A joke, the dove occupying a magpie's nest will never happen again in this life!

Everyone at the banquet didn't know what trick she was going to play, but their eyes became more and more complicated. Some of them are particularly deep, and the cold wild goose piercing is like a thorn on the back.

You don't have to think about it to know that one of them belongs to the empress dowager, and the other ones, do you know if there is one of the seven princes?

"I ask you, what are you trying to show?" the emperor said.

Han Yan tilted her head and said, "Please give me a pen and paper from the emperor, Hang Mo's side."

The queen was stunned: "You want to write and paint?"

Han Yan nodded: "Yes."

"Come here, put on paper and ink!" The emperor waved his hand, and several palace maids brought the paper, pen and ink to Han Yan.

The snow-white rice paper was spread out, and Hang Mo exuded the fragrance of ink.

Everyone in the hall was instantly excited, because they could see clearly that the hand that Han Yan was writing was actually the left hand!

However, Han Yan smiled calmly, as if she had done an ordinary thing, her voice was as clear as morning dew: "Report to the Emperor, the minister's daughter injured her right hand in the mansion the day before yesterday, and the injury has not yet healed, so I cannot I use my right hand to write, so… I will write with my left hand today!”

If people looked at Han Yan with curiosity before, they were shocked at this moment.

An ordinary person would find it difficult to write inscriptions with his left hand, not to mention that Han Yan is only an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl. Looking at her movements, she is not left-handed, how could she think of this?

Li Jiaqi didn't expect Han Yan to be like this. Now that she has returned to the seat, Zhuang Yushan, who is beside her, whispered: "It's good to be shameless, but don't lose face."

Li Jiaqi hesitated for a moment, looked at Han Yan's confident eyes, and doubted in her heart, would she really make a fool of herself?

Zhuang Yushan seemed to see what she was thinking, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I've never heard of her ability to write and draw, I'm afraid she's just barely filling it up." Li Jiaqi was relieved.

Deng Chan was a little worried, Han Yan's calligraphy and paintings could only be regarded as ordinary at best, let alone inscriptions with his left hand. If he complied in order to save the face of the Zhuang Mansion, he would probably also make the emperor angry if he lost face at that time.

He Lianyu touched his chin thoughtfully: "Inscription with your left hand is really new, little girl is getting more and more fun."

Fu Yunxi was silent, her eyes swept lightly at the little man in front of the rice paper, and the ink in her eyes was heavy.

Han Yan didn't know what everyone was thinking, just stared at the rice paper quietly for a moment. The song of Yunni County Master Fang Cai is cheerful and light, and it should be like fire. Li Jiaqi's boudoir voice is soft and sweet, and it is also quiet like a virgin. Between the static and the movement, the coordination has been excellent. It perfectly interprets the two personalities of the daughter's family. If she adds another song, it will destroy the balance and add to it. So singing and dancing can no longer be chosen, only another way.

I am afraid that people who know her never thought that she would write an inscription.

Everyone couldn't figure out what Han Yan was trying to do. The emperor also looked at her inquiringly, but saw Han Yan's arm lightly raised, the wolf hair dipped in ink in his hand, and his eyes closed abruptly.

The wolf in his hand seemed to be alive, radiant, and his posture was agile. Wherever he could reach, the scent of ink was fragrant, and there were clouds. And the little girl in the middle closed her eyes and stood up straight. Although she didn't raise her eyes, she seemed to see through everything, naturally exuding a sense of intelligence. The smile is shallow, but her posture is stern. She seems to be painting, and the painting is fast and hastily. In the blink of an eye, the snow-white rice paper is ink-colored, and people in the hall can't see what is painted on the painting, but the little girl's bearing is very warm. The posture, the connoisseur can see it at a glance, without ten years of hard work, it is impossible to cultivate such a talent!

When she closed her eyes, the scent of ink lingered under her nose. Han Yan flicked her hand, and her palm was dipped in ink again. She moved the dragon and snake toward the blank part of the pen. She was petite and cute, but the back of her wanton swiping ink was filled with countless romantic brilliance. Floating like a cloud, poised like a frightened dragon, a group of spectators play in the sea, and dancing cranes roam the sky. All the ministers here are old, but they saw a kind of wisdom in this little girl. After years of precipitation, she has experienced the graceful wisdom of all emotions in the world, like living outside the prosperity, cleaning the lead quiet.