Chapter 707 We all want to see the princess’ talent
"Can't you just play by yourselves?"
Song Jiuli was a little unhappy. Now Jiang Wan had the highest status, and Liu Jiameng seemed to be targeting Wanwan.
"It's no fun for us to play if the princess doesn't come."
Liu Jiameng's eyes fell on Jiang Wan, and she deliberately said, "The princess's medical skills are so amazing.
I think she is talented in other areas, and we also want to see her talents."
"Then I will play with you guys."
Jiang Wan sat down very casually. Song Jiuyuan asked someone to bring a table and chairs, and sat next to Jiang Wan to accompany her.
"Wanwan, if you feel any discomfort, you can stop at any time."
"good."
Jiang Wan actually thought it was quite interesting. She had only seen Qu Shui Liu Feng in storybooks.
This was her first experience since traveling across time.
With so many people around, she didn't believe that Liu Jiameng could still control others to push things in front of her every time.
At this time, Liu Jiameng raised another objection, "For the sake of fairness, it is best if the first person to beat the drum is not someone from the Princess's Mansion."
"I'll do it!"
Song Jiuli had been staring at Liu Jiameng for a long time, and she had begun to feel physically disgusted with her behavior towards Jiang Wan.
Liu Jiameng was actually still worried that she would side with Jiang Wan, but since she was Song Jiuyuan's sister, she couldn't refute it, so she could only say:
"OK."
“Let’s get started!”
Song Jiuli turned his back and beat the drum frantically, while upstream Qiu Yan put a pot of wine on the tray and then put it into the stream.
The wine flowed down the stream. Jiang Wan sat in the middle, and Song Jiuli deliberately did not stop.
Seeing the wine passing in front of Jiang Wan, Liu Jiamei gritted her teeth in anger.
Bang, bang, bang…
The sound of the drum became weaker and weaker. Song Jiuli was a woman after all, and she lacked exercise in her daily life, so she had no strength left.
The drumbeat stopped and landed in front of a young man with an unfamiliar face.
The man stood up in surprise, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "The fruit wine in the princess's mansion is better than that outside."
"Don't rush to drink."
Liu Jiamei was almost angry. "Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which one are you going to choose?"
"Poetry."
This young man named Qiao composed a poem about plum blossoms. Although it was mediocre, it was still acceptable.
At the beginning of the second round, the person beating the drum became Mr. Qiao, and Liu Jiameng secretly gave him a look.
Mr. Qiao suddenly realized.
Oh, it turns out that Miss Liu wanted to show off her talents in front of her lover.
He understands!
He secretly memorized Liu Jiameng's position because she was relatively forward and actually easier to control.
The drumbeats started, and Liu Jiameng looked at the wine in the stream excitedly. But just as the wine reached her, the drumbeats stopped.
Young Master Qiao looked like he was asking for a reward, and smiled triumphantly, "Miss Liu, it's your turn."
Liu Jiameng: ...
She was so angry that she almost vomited blood, but she couldn't show it. She could only scoop up the wine from the stream and drink it all.
"I'll play a piece about plum blossoms."
"Qiu Yan, go get the musical instrument."
Jiang Wan was in a good mood. She didn't expect that Mr. Qiao, this funny guy, misunderstood Liu Jiameng's meaning.
Liu Jiameng suffered the consequences of her own actions, and she couldn't help laughing while watching the show.
“I want a guzheng!”
Liu Jiameng said this deliberately. For someone with Jiang Wan's background, there probably isn't any guzheng in her house.
However, unexpectedly, Qiu Yan quickly took out the guzheng and placed it upright in front of Liu Jiameng.
"Miss Liu, please!"
Liu Jiameng was so angry. Perhaps her mood was affected. She plucked the strings with her fingertips and made a few mistakes.
After the song was over, many people who flattered her rushed to praise her, but Jiang Wan just shook her head helplessly.
It may not be a good thing for little girls to be too competitive.
"Princess."
Liu Jiameng stood up, picked up the drum, and gave her a provocative look. Song Jiuyuan tightened his grip on Jiang Wan's hand slightly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Liu Jiameng suddenly felt a chill on her back.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Wan frowned slightly, "Song Jiuyuan, you're too strong, my hand hurts."
"I'm sorry, Wanwan."
Song Jiuyuan was somewhat helpless about his own loss of composure, "I just think her targeting you is a little weird."
After all, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple has always been Song Jiuyuan's man, so why would his daughter target Wanwan?
"It's nothing more than jealousy among little girls. I can handle it. You don't need to take it too seriously."
Although Jiang Wan didn't know the reason yet, she already had some guesses in her mind.
Sure enough, the drumbeats sounded again, and as if they had guessed Jiang Wan's position, the drumbeats stopped abruptly.
When Liu Jiameng turned around, she saw the wine glass stopped in front of Jiang Wan, and the smile in her eyes could hardly be hidden.
"Sorry, princess, it's your turn."
"You obviously did it on purpose."
Song Jiuli was extremely dissatisfied. She clenched her fists and Sheng Yi covered her fists with his big hands.
"Don't panic, I believe the princess can handle it."
"My sister Wanwan is so powerful, I will make her admit defeat with conviction!"
Song Jiuli raised her chin slightly, her eyes full of pride. She believed that Jiang Wan could handle it, but she was a little dissatisfied with Liu Jiameng's deliberate targeting.
Compared to her, most people present did not trust Jiang Wan that much, and some people even whispered about it.
"I don't know what talent the princess will choose."
"I heard that the princess was not very favored in the Jiang Mansion in her early years, otherwise she would not have been allowed to marry the prince and be humiliated."
"Then she probably doesn't have much opportunity to learn any talent, but her medical skills are so great, and she can also make medicinal food..."
"No one is perfect. We can understand even if she has no talent."
“…”
Listening to the various discussions, Liu Jiameng seemed to gain confidence, and her eyes were filled with smiles.
"Have you made up your mind, Princess?"
"Qiu Yan, go get the brush, ink and cinnabar."
Jiang Wan smiled as she said to the crowd watching the show, "You guys play first, and I'll give you my comments after I finish drawing."
She has always been so calm in the face of provocations from others.
Song Jiuyuan looked at Jiang Wan beside him with fascination, and raised his hand to gently warm her hands.
Liu Jiameng didn't expect Jiang Wan to be so calm. Could it be that she really could paint?
Soon, Qiu Yan brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Jiang Wan got up and went to the pavilion nearby.
Afraid that she would get cold, Qiu Yan brought in a small stove and roasted sweet potatoes and chestnuts over the dim flame.
Jiang Wan held the brush in her hand, looked up at the bright red plum blossoms, and began to paint.
Everyone sat by the stream and couldn't see Jiang Wan's every stroke. Liu Jiameng was impatient to see Jiang Wan make a fool of herself, so she had no intention of playing anymore.
She stretched her neck to take a look, but the distance was too far and she couldn't see what Jiang Wan was drawing.
Song Jiuyuan stood beside Jiang Wan, holding the ink stick between his fingertips, grinding the ink for her bit by bit.
This was also the first time he saw Wanwan painting.
In her previous life, Jiang Wan had learned Chinese painting by chance. It was just a simple description, which was not difficult for her.
It was just that she had never painted before after the time travel, so it was inevitable that her hands were a little unfamiliar. However, after drawing a few strokes, she had already found the feeling.
The flowing water over there was still going on, but Jiang Wan was not there, so it was less fun.
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