An Qingran mounted a piece of silk cloth on the frame that Dongfang Ruoxue had used for painting, and then stood it on the ground. Everyone looked at her in confusion. Was she not painting on the table? She was painting standing up?
This is another level of skill, but I don’t know how good her painting skills are.
An Yanran looked at her fiddling with it and said disdainfully, "This person is just good at playing tricks. Let's see how she ends up."
The sound was not loud and only Qin Xiangning could hear it.
However, the latter is not so optimistic.
As she looked at An Qingran's calm demeanor, she had a bad feeling in her heart.
It is commendable that she has the courage to paint in front of Dongfang Ruoxue. I hope she only has courage.
An Qingran walked to the side of the musicians and softly sang a tune. The musicians were stunned for a moment, and expressions of admiration appeared on their faces.
活 English: An Qingran first gave everyone a look, and then the music started, and she started with a backflip, which made everyone exclaim in surprise. She looked very weak, but unexpectedly, this start shocked everyone. Then, An Qingran spun around and jumped into the air, dancing in a flying posture. She knew that in front of Lou Wanyue, she could not compare with her in terms of lightness and grace. What she could compare with was her beauty and charm. Just when everyone was amazed, An Qingran picked up the paintbrush, and as the music became more intense, she painted like flying. Occasionally, she turned around, and her long sleeves brushed across the canvas like water, leaving a thick stroke. At first, no one could understand what she was painting, but just left some thick or thin dots or lines on the canvas. Even so, An Qingran was frightened by her dancing posture. She didn't know when she had secretly practiced this flying dance. Even if she had practiced for a long time, she could not reach her posture. Moreover, she dared to paint. What else didn't she know?
She no longer felt as disdainful and relaxed as before. Even if An Qingran couldn't draw anything, this dance was acceptable. It was better than Lou Wanyue in many ways, and everyone would definitely buy into it.
Qin Xiangning also secretly hated herself. If she had known that she could dance, why would she give her this opportunity to show off?
Amid everyone's jealous or amazed gazes, An Qingran had completed her painting, and her dance was still climbing new heights. Her figure was ghostly, like a fairy descending to earth, with thousands of people worshipping her, or like an elf leaving the earth, shocking the whole world. Finally, she finished her dance, the music stopped, and the painting was completed.
If you look more closely, you will find that she has painted a picture of pine and crane for longevity. The pine is vigorous, the crane is ethereal, and what is more rare is that there is both painting and poetry, and the handwriting does not look like it was written by a woman. It is as if a calligraphy master wrote: Seventy years of life is not a trivial matter, many hardships have been turned into sweetness, now I only wish you to dance every morning, and believe that you will live for two hundred years!
Let’s not talk about the painting or the dance, just the poem and the quick wit are unmatched.
Dongfang Jin looked at the beautiful woman on the stage, he couldn't believe his eyes, he only knew that she was naughty, but didn't know she could be so generous, he only knew that she was careful, but didn't know that she could be so magnanimous and touching, he only knew that she was a little girl, jumping and cheering beside him, but he didn't know that one day, she would stand in front of him, as if reincarnated, and even more beautiful than all the other girls!
At this moment, his heart seemed to be pulled by someone. He didn't know what to feel. He just looked at the smile in her eyes. He wanted to hide her. This smile added a touch of friendliness to her peerless appearance. She shouldn't let people think that she was approachable. Those eager eyes should be damned!
Dongfang Jin didn't know who he was angry with.
Lian Muhan sighed and said, "Wow, my cousin is so amazing, not inferior to the three masters. I think everything she does can be considered a master. My God, she was never willing to take the lead in anything before. I didn't know she would be like this. What happened?"
His voice was not loud, just enough for Dongfang Jin to hear. He smiled and said, "That's surprising. If you knew how powerful she was, you wouldn't be just this surprised."
"What? Did the prince know that my cousin has other powerful abilities?" Lian Muhan seized the loophole in his words. Dongfang Jin glared at him and said nothing.
Lian Muhan curled the corners of his mouth and shouted "good" to the stage.
The crowd's applause never stopped, and their love for her far surpassed that for the three Jues.
The old lady was depressed for a moment. She had wanted her granddaughter to shine, but she never expected An Qingran to win the first prize. Fortunately, she still liked this girl. Looking at her eyebrows and eyes, she was also likable, so she showed joy on her face: "How can I explain this? It's hard for you. You are so young and yet you have such attainments. This poem is excellent. I like it, but if I live for 200 years, it will be difficult for me..."
Her words made everyone laugh.
Then she continued, "You must keep this painting well. If I can really live for 200 years, it will be all thanks to your blessing. When the time comes, I will have to thank you! Come on, I am so happy to give my jade Ruyi to Qingran. It is really difficult for you."
An Qingran smiled and thanked him.
An Yanran almost blushed, she didn't expect that An Qingran was indestructible. Now that she danced, who knows how many people would come to propose marriage to her!
She was right. Several of the guests looked at An Qingran with clearly wrong eyes. Needless to say, Prince Kang Dongfang Ye had mixed feelings of love and hate for her. However, he had An Yanran and his reputation was ruined. Obviously, he could not become husband and wife with this proud woman in front of him. She had always been indifferent to him, let alone in the future. However, she was really much cuter than An Yanran, and one look at her made people feel itchy.
Not far from him, there was a young man in fancy clothes with an evil look on his face. The look in his eyes at this moment was clearly as if he wanted to strip her naked. His evil eyes looked her up and down, from An Qingran's slender waist to her chest. He didn't know what he was fantasizing about, but he looked like he was drooling. He was Qin Xiangning's brother Qin Jianren.
And there was also a young man with a face as moist as jade, who looked at An Qingran with a faint smile on his face all the time. He was Dongfang Run, the prince of Shouwang Mansion who seldom appeared in front of others!
An Ranyue was also surprised by An Qingran's performance, but she had something more important than looking at her, that is, her heart. At a glance, she found that Dongfang Yan's eyes were burning when he looked at An Qingran. She knew that expression too well, so her heart skipped a beat. It turned out that Dongfang Yan also had thoughts about An Qingran.
What's more, it turns out that I have never been noticed by others.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel sad, but then she was burned with jealousy. No wonder An Yanran said that An Qingran was interested in Dongfang Yan.
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