The little cannon fodder kept releasing melons, and people lined up to eat melons

When Liu Yujiao finished dancing, she was surrounded by compliments from men, but the women present were all indifferent. After all, no woman would not truly like such a beauty.

Princess Zhaoyang tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally read out the word "Jing". Ling Yanran, who had been sitting quietly during the banquet, stood up and saluted to the princess.

After the maid prepared the zither, she walked forward and touched the strings with both hands...

Song Qianning suddenly discovered that the new prince of Huai Palace, Xiao Tiance, was staring straight at Ling Yanran. She began to complain in her heart...

[Look, look... Xiao Tiance's cunning eyes are almost glued to my future sister-in-law. Seeing his wretched expression, I know he has taken a fancy to her. Hey! Who made my future sister-in-law look like a gentle little white flower? Those bad-minded men prefer this type. Wow!! Not only is my future sister-in-law beautiful, she also plays the piano beautifully!! I don't know when my stupid elder brother will come to propose marriage. Xiao Tiance is now the prince. If she comes earlier, my elder brother will only cry.]

After hearing Song Qianning's true feelings, the Song family members all looked at Song Chengyan, their eyes conveying a direct and warm message.

Song Chengzhou looked at his elder brother - you are really stupid!

Song Chengyi looked at his elder brother—he was just a blockhead!

Song Qianxue looked at her eldest brother - the future sister-in-law could not be snatched away by anyone.

The old lady looked at her grandson - such a good girl, if you delay any longer, I will propose marriage to her for you.

Jiang looked at her son: I am very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, you need to be more reliable.

Future sister-in-law? ? Song Chengyan heard what his third sister said and looked at Ling Yanran who was playing the guzheng. It was her!! Third sister meant that she would be my wife? ? Although he had a good feeling about Ling Yanran, he had never thought that he would marry a weak girl. Besides, she might not like him.

Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly realized that the whole family was staring at him. He was startled by being stared at by so many people. This... Grandma and the others wouldn't take it seriously, right? ?

Jiang knew her son best. She got angry when she saw his dull expression. He was indeed a slow learner. Ning'er had clearly said that this was his wife, but he still didn't believe it. This really allowed the Huai Palace to get there first. Where else could they find such a satisfactory daughter-in-law?

No! She decided to go back and discuss it with her mother-in-law, and find a suitable time to ask Mrs. Ling of the Ling Mansion. If their family has no objection, then she will strike while the iron is hot and finalize the marriage.

Song Chengyan looked at his mother with more and more passion, and his scalp was a little numb. Was his mother really going to come to propose marriage? This was a lifelong event. If Miss Ling didn't want to, wouldn't that be unfair to her?

When the song ended, Ling Yanran looked up in the direction of Song Chengyan. Seeing that he was also looking at her, she shyly withdrew her gaze, stood up and returned to her seat.

As soon as Song Chengyan saw the girl looking at him, he immediately looked away, probably because she had no such thoughts about him. Although the third sister said that this was his future wife, if she really had no feelings for him, he would not force it. After all, it was a girl's lifelong matter, and he couldn't delay her.

Princess Zhaoyang felt that this was enough, so she said the last word - search.

Song Qianyu's face turned pale. The wooden stick in her hand had the word "Xun" written on it.

Song Qianning noticed that something was wrong with Song Qianyu. Seeing that her hands were shaking, she took a look and found that the word "Xun" was written on her wooden stick.

I haven't heard from Han Xun for a few days. I don't know if he has finished his business.

Song Qianxue noticed something was wrong, and she asked: "Song Qianyu, the one the princess picked is not you, right?"

Song Qianyu knew that if she went up, it would only bring shame to the Marquisate. She was about to cry: "What should I do? I don't know how to do anything..."

Song Qianning saw the princess repeating the words for the second time. Now she was the only one close to Song Qianyu, so she didn't have time to think about it. She quietly took the wooden stick from Song Qianyu's hand, stood up, saluted the princess politely and said, "Sorry! Princess, when I heard the words you read just now, I couldn't believe it was me. I'm really sorry for making you repeat it."

Princess Zhaoyang waved her hand to show that she didn't care, and Song Qianning then walked forward.

She stopped the maid who was about to take the guzheng away. After the maid left, she sat in front of the guzheng and took a deep breath. Although she was good at guqin, she always preferred the feeling of playing the song "Dream Chaser" on guzheng.

Jiang looked at her daughter with some worry. She knew that her daughter played the guzheng well, but she usually preferred to play the instrument. She didn't expect that her daughter would give up what she was good at and choose to play the guzheng on such an important occasion.

Song Qianning plucked the strings with her fingers, and an ethereal and fateful sound slowly flowed out...

The unique sound of the piano instantly attracted the attention of everyone present, and everyone was conquered by the ethereal and graceful sound.

The Third Prince narrowed his eyes and thought of his uncle's proposal. He had no impression or good feelings towards the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei. In order to win over the Marquis of Zhenbei, he needed to marry her. At first, he thought it was a sacrifice for himself, but now seeing that the daughter of the Marquis looked good and could play such beautiful music, it was not a loss to ask her to marry him!

Murong Jingchu never expected that Song Qianning played the guzheng so well, especially this piece of music, which he had never heard before.

This ethereal and melodious sound carries a slightly sad sense of fate, which makes people indulge in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the top musicians in the palace would praise this piece of music.

Jiang's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was finally at ease this time. This song was so gentle and beautiful.

The old lady looked at Song Qianning with satisfaction, thinking that Sister Ning had earned great honor for the Marquis' Mansion, which would be of great benefit when it came to finding in-laws for her sisters in the future.

Song Boyan, the old father, was so proud that his eyes narrowed into a line when he thought about such a beautiful song played by his daughter.

Song Chengyan and Song Chengzhou looked at their third sister with a sense of pride. This song was the best song they had ever heard.

Ling Bai took a sip of the wine, patted Song Chengyi on the shoulder and said: "I can't believe it, your third sister plays so well, my third sister is almost outdone. But in terms of strength, my third sister is better. But in terms of music, your third sister's music is indeed more popular."

"Alright! Ling Bai, I didn't realize you know a lot about this!!"

Ling Bai said proudly: "Don't you see who I am? My third sister often plays the piano when she has nothing to do in the mansion. I have listened to it many times and naturally know the good from the bad."

When Ling Yanran heard the beautiful song played by the third sister of the Song family, she did not feel that her limelight was stolen. Instead, she thought that it would be great if she could ask the third sister of the Song family for the music score.

With the last note, Song Qianning finished playing the entire piece, and there was constant applause and praise from the audience.

Song Qianning seemed to have expected it, and she didn't show too much joy, just smiled faintly. After all, if no one applauded such a classic song, that would be a real problem.

Princess Changle listened to the generous praises from the people around her. Although she felt a little jealous, she also knew that the song was indeed beautiful and worthy of praise.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost deformed.

It was her... The ugly girl that Han Xun had chosen was the third lady of the Marquis's Mansion, Song Qianning. She was wondering why she always felt like she had seen Song Qianning somewhere before? ?

It turned out that the person she had been unable to find at first had actually been dangling right under her nose several times, and she hadn't noticed it...