clean

Si He had no choice but to stand up with a wry smile, thinking for a while how he should lose the game so as not to embarrass Chengguo too much.

"Wait—" Suddenly, someone beside him said: "My brother is young, and Si Yan is willing to ask Prince Qiguo for advice on my brother's behalf."

Si Yan got up, saluted Emperor Jing respectfully, and after seeing his superior Si He's surprised gaze, he snorted softly, and quickly turned his head away.

This is just a small episode of the whole banquet.

Si He also took all this as his brother didn't want to embarrass his father too much, so he made such a bad move to save himself, but he couldn't deny a trace of gratitude in his heart.

Si Yan is good at swordsmanship.

It's strange to say that Si He is proficient in everything and knows everything, but as far as this sword technique is concerned, he doesn't know it at all.No matter how many times he practiced with his brother, he still couldn't hold the sword firmly.

Si Yan took the crown prince's sword, took a deep breath, and saw his body dancing, the sword tassel was agile and elegant, and the tip of the sword condensed into a cold light, coherent and free and easy like an iron horse and a golden spear, and the wind blowing like a raging wave It is like scouring the sand, fierce and swift. .

When everyone applauded, they saw the princess of Linyuan, Shang Rusheng, suddenly greeted her with a sword. Si Yan's heart sank, and she quickly swung her sword to meet her, "Princess, you—" "You have good swordsmanship. May I ask who you learned from?" ?” Shang Rusheng was obviously very interested in this, and when the two swords collided, he still had time to chat with Si Yan.

While the harpist was playing the music, the sound of the piano gradually became faster and faster, and Si Yan's sword posture also changed accordingly. The sword energy suddenly surged like a rainbow, pouring out with the momentum of piercing the clouds and piercing the sun. Compared with Si Yan's harshness, it is still Sheng's swordsmanship is much softer, like flowing water, but it can contain everything and soften rigidity.

As the last syllable of the piano sound fell, the two also stabilized their figures, but by coincidence, Shang Rusheng's sword was directly against Si Yan's waist and abdomen.

"I lost." Shang Rusheng said softly, at the same time, the jade pendant tied around her waist fell off upon hearing the sound.

There was an uproar.

Guanzhi Sihe's father's eyes were already full of red light, and a smile spread in his eyes.

When Si Yan returned to his seat, he was already dripping with sweat.The other party is the princess Linyuan, who might be tomorrow's Lord Linyuan, every move he just made was to avoid the princess' vital points, but also not let the princess win him.

But he suffered.

He was about to tell Si He to be more stable, not to get into trouble again and let him take the blame for him, but he saw that Si He had strode to the center of the hall.

Something bad happened, his heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, he also saw his father sitting opposite him, pretending to be calm, stretched out his sleeve and wiped his forehead.

……

"Si He's talent is clumsy. It can't compare with the second brother's swordsmanship. He only has painting skills. I hope the prince of Qiguo can teach me." Si He is dressed in white to win snow, clusters of green bamboo are outlined by silver thread, and his eyes are long and narrow. It seems that a piece of peach blossom in Yangchun is blooming, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, making it even more romantic.

Although Si Yan had just replaced him once, but seeing Master Shushi's expression, he seemed quite dissatisfied, as if he would only be reconciled if he played.

Prince Qiguo was taken aback when he heard the words, then touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "This is incomparable, my drawing skills are not good..."

"I'll compare with you." Ji Wanghuai gently put the wine cup down, stood up and met Si He's gaze.There was no emotion in his eyes, as if Si He was just mediocre in his eyes.

Si He's long and narrow eyes narrowed, good guy, how arrogant?

"How about this——" Ji Qingyan, the crown prince of Qiguo, hurriedly came out to smooth things over. He knew his younger brother well, and he must not lose in the competition, but he also knew that his younger brother, apart from swords, piano and chess, had really good drawing skills... Can't get it out.

I don't know who gave him the courage...

"Why don't you pretend that you play the piano and Mr. Si paints, how about the two of you working together once?" Ji Qingyan said sincerely, "I will ask the prince for advice in the next game, and this one will all be used to add to the fun of today's Da Cheng Guo Banquet."

Si He thought for a while, and seeing his father nodding at him, he had no choice but to give up, "Then do as the prince thinks."

Prince Qiguo's face still needs to be given.

"It's so good, it's so good!" Sitting in a high position, Emperor Jing laughed softly when he heard the words, so everyone in the audience also echoed and laughed, and suddenly, the hall was peaceful.

***

Si He walked to the side of the futon with unhurried steps. A court lady had already spread the paper and was silently rubbing ink aside.

Ji Wanghuai was also ready, a 17-year-old boy with picturesque eyebrows, and a jade stone on his forehead, which made him even more heroic. He cast a sideways glance at Si He, and when their eyes met, it was like a long-time friend tacit understanding in general——

The first sound of the piano sounded.

He didn't know where he learned Si He's painting skills.

I only remember that when he was young, he used to draw some grasshoppers and spider-like insects next to his elder sister Si Lu's poetry collection. The lifelike little guys would always frighten his elder sister into tears for several days, and Si He was about to be raped. His father's board is considered to be the end of the game.

After a few years, when I grew up, I started to draw beasts like snow wolves and white tigers, all of them were ferocious without exception, and their coat color seemed to be soaked in oil. In the dark room, the eyes were always full of venomous viciousness.

Si He gently rolled up his sleeves, dipped the tip of his pen in ink, and began to paint freely.

He gradually began to fall into a state of selflessness.

Ji Wanghuai's zither sound won his heart deeply, it was as hearty as the encounter of a gust of wind and a torrential rain, galloping forward with the momentum of thousands of troops, even better than Si Yan's swordsmanship.

He has not felt such a scene for a long time, like a confidant, like a close friend.

Si Yan's swordsmanship cannot be combined with his painting.

But Ji Wanghuai can.

Hey, how can I feel so much from this person.

……

Lu Yu also seemed to be dumbfounded, with him, there were Si Yan, Si He's father, the crown prince and other princes and nobles.

When did the youngest of the Si family become so powerful?

"Si He..." Lu Yu's face began to turn red, and he wished he could tell everyone in the room that this was his companion, his Si He!

Ji Wanghuai, who was playing the piano, was not as engrossed as Si He, but he also hesitated for a moment. At first, he thought that Si He should be like those princes and brothers, who only know how to play and drink, and feel the superficiality of some skills.

Because in his mind, Si He was just that official young master who walked around like a fool.

***

As Si He gradually improved, Guang Bai, the sorcerer next to Emperor Jing, also suddenly came to his senses at this moment, and he almost reflexively grabbed Emperor Jing's sleeve: "He——"

However, when he asked Emperor Jing, his body froze, and he returned to normal, "It's okay..."

This child cannot be handed over to him.

……

The more Si He painted, the more comfortable he became, as if the boredom that had been pent up in his heart for a long time was released at this moment.

What Lu Yu, what marriage, what entanglements.

He has completely forgotten that at this moment, only the sound of Ji Wanghuai's piano is with him.

He didn't even bother to care about the surprised and astonished expressions of the people around him. After today's feast, in their hearts, Si He had gradually separated from that naughty boy.

He couldn't care less.

What could be more enjoyable than this moment!

life is like this,

"Bring the wine—"