Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

"What kind of talent do you want to show? If you compare dancing, you can't let sister Luo dominate the crowd..." someone opened her mouth. Miss Luo bowed her face slightly and was shy and angry: "don't shame me..."

There are Yingyan in the plum blossom forest. The women are fat and thin one by one. The national color is fragrant. The bell moves and the laughter suppresses the beautiful scenery.

The men in the hunting ground were also attracted, looking up across a Merlin.

Rong Lingya stepped forward and said, "it's too unfair for others to show a talent. How about showing their talents and letting people judge?"

"OK, but who will judge?" someone asked.

Rong Lingya turned around and looked at the tall man behind the plum blossom tree, "Your Highness, why don't you come here in a fair way after standing so long."

The women reacted. I don't know when many people gathered in Merlin, even the princes.

Bailiyehua came out slowly. He was surrounded by several sons of important officials of the imperial court. He made friends with him and obviously came to watch the excitement.

"How about your Highness's sons make the judgment?"

"Good!" the man surnamed Wang around bailiyehua folded the fan and readily agreed.

When the cold wind blows in Meilin and the petals are flying, the beautiful looks of the women are amazing. One of the most attractive is Wang Junning, who is quiet and dressed in white.

"Isn't that... The young lady of Ning Bo Hou's house?"

"It's amazing."

Wang Junning was weak since he was a child and lived in seclusion. He didn't participate in the banquet of your ladies. It's rare that he will come to winter hunting together this time.

Wang Junning covered his face with a handkerchief, coughed twice and turned pale.

She raised her eyes and swept through the crowd. Her eyes were calm, but when she saw a familiar figure, her face brightened obviously and showed her joy. But before he could show his joy, he found that Ning LUOQI's eyes were staring in a direction without shaking.

Wang Junning paused and looked down his eyes. In the corner of the crowd, Jiang Jingshu stood alone, undisturbed and lack of interest.

Jiang Jingshu realized her eyes. As soon as she raised her eyes, she collided with Ning LUOQI.

Separated by thousands of plum blossoms and layers of people, they looked at each other and smiled, very tacit understanding.

Wang Junning pinched his handkerchief, coughed more seriously, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Miss......" the servant girl chun'er ran to hold her and said with a worried face: "Miss, let's go back to the tent. Your body can't stand the cold wind..."

Wang Junning was soft and weak, but his face was firm and firm. He pursed his lips and didn't reply.

"I heard that Miss Wang's piano sound was first-class, high mountains and flowing water, melodious and pleasant, and the empress was full of praise." Rong Lingya suddenly opened her mouth, and suddenly everyone's eyes fell on Wang Junning.

"Why not..."

Before Rong Lingya said it, the hundred mile moon snorted coldly and raised her voice, "do you want to compete with her?"

As like as two peas of Cicer, the mouth of the hundred months was ruminated with laughter, and the expression was exactly the same as that of her in the palace.

It was because of her smile that she played the piano for two hours. Her hands were red, swollen and painful for three days.

The appearance of Rong Ling's face changed and changed. It was difficult for her to suppress her movements. She smiled softly and softly, and said, "I am not ashamed of myself. I can not compare with Miss Wang. I want to recommend Miss Jiang. She hears that Miss Jiang is also an amazing artist. She can be selected by the Royal Highness by herself."

Now everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Jingshu again.

Jiang Jingshu's face remained unchanged, calm and indifferent as the cold wind.

After a long time, Rong Lingya didn't get a response. Her face was dull, and her stiffness almost broke.

"Jiang......" she wanted to sweep Luo Jiang Jingshu's face, but she didn't think she should.

At this time, the same voice sounded, "Miss Jiang, Junning wants to compete with you very much." Wang Junning smiled and said with a warm smile like the spring breeze. The wind blew her snow-white sleeves and looked soft and weak.

She seemed to be aloof from the world, but in the competition, she secretly thought.

"Yes, Miss Wang has been outspoken. Miss Jiang, do you dare to take the competition?" Rong Lingya said with a smile, adding fuel to the flames and feeling cool in her heart.

No one can match the sound of Wang Junning's piano. It's humiliating to try to play the piano with her. If you don't deserve this competition, you'll feel inferior, deserting and losing.

At the thought of Jiang Jingshu's shriveled appearance, Rong Lingya was in a good mood, raised her chin high and squinted at her coldly.

Jiang Jingshu can't ride a tiger. Everyone sees how she should take the competition.

Jiang Jingshu looks at Wang Junning. Wang Junning holds a handkerchief and looks weak and beautiful. If it were someone else, she wouldn't pay too much attention. The high spirits of others have nothing to do with her, but only Wang Junning

A place in my heart was severely torn, like the feeling that my beloved things were robbed.

Jiang Jingshu raised her smile. Surrounded by plum blossoms, her figure was bright and beautiful, "good."

"Then let someone bring two harps."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Jingshu stepped forward and looked at the people: "Miss Wang's piano sound is melodious and pleasant. I'm playing the piano beside me, but I'm blinding the piano sound... How about taking Miss Wang's piano sound as a companion and dancing swords for you?"

"Sword dance?"

Everyone was surprised. How could ordinary women think of sword dancing? They were so delicate that they had nothing to do with the sword.

Bai Li Yehua smiled, "interesting."

Wang Junning's face faded. No one knew what she was thinking. Chun'er brought her piano. She sat down on her soft cloak, held the piano, put her slender jade hand on the string, and was ready to play the piano.

Jiang Jingshu forgot a circle. Because of hunting, many people wear swords around their waist. They all look forward to borrowing swords. If they borrow swords, they will borrow them generously.

The look of Bai Li Yehua moved and untied the sword on his waist.

Wang Junning swept the strings and seemed to move at will, but the pop-up sound came from Meilin, which made people relaxed and happy.

The competition began.

Jiang Jingshu narrowed her eyes slightly, moved her feet, rushed forward as light as a swallow, and then pulled out the sword around Bai Liyan's waist.

The cold and slender sword light flickered, and everyone saw Jiang Jingshu spin around and walk back to the middle of Meilin.

“……”

Just now, Bai Liyan only smelled a faint fragrance. Before he reacted, he saw the woman's exquisite face, slightly cold face, dark eyes glanced at him and smiled.

That look was borrowing a sword from him.

His eyes fell directly on Jiang Jingshu. His eyes were heavy and his hands stroked the empty scabbard. He didn't know what it was like in his heart.