The legitimate daughter returns, and the princess goes crazy

It is a big taboo to have the strings of a zither broken, let alone in front of the emperor and the empress. Everyone thinks that she is an unlucky person. She just encountered bandits and now her strings were broken in public. Everyone stays away from her.

On the contrary, with Mu Wan's contrast, her originally not-so-brilliant dance actually seemed to be of special interest. As expected, flowers become more beautiful against the backdrop of green leaves.

She originally thought that all this was just a coincidence, but now it seems that everything happened too smoothly by coincidence, forcing her to think more about it.

Now that I think about it, her previous life was simply a joke.

But, she is no longer the Mu Yan of the past.

In the story of being a fish on the chopping board, it's time to change the protagonist.

The one performing on the stage now was Feng Ziyu, the daughter of the Minister of Rites. Her handwriting was neat and neat, with a freehand touch of strokes. The whole piece of calligraphy had ups and downs and was quite beautiful, winning everyone's praise. Even the queen, who was well versed in calligraphy and painting, made a few comments.

Feng Ziyu smiled shyly, her face showing an expression of pride that she could not conceal. After all, when the Queen was still in the boudoir, her calligraphy and painting talents were outstanding among many talented women, and the handwriting of ordinary people could hardly catch the Queen's eye. The Queen's special comments on her were also an affirmation of her, so of course she was excited.

After several rounds of noble ladies went on stage to perform, Mu Wan still hadn't made a move. Mu Yan knew that she was waiting for an opportunity.

It was not until the little palace maid beside her nodded at her that she gave a sly smile.

Mu Yan watched the entire conversation between the two, picked up the teacup, and a look of understanding appeared on her face. She was not sure at first, but now she was sure that this matter must be related to Mu Wan.

"Big sister, you have been depressed since you were disfigured. I remember that you were good at playing the piano before. Why don't you take this opportunity to show it off and relax yourself? It will also bring good luck."

Mu Wan not only mentioned Mu Yan's disfigurement to everyone again, but also took this opportunity to let Mu Yan perform on stage to achieve her own goal.

Although her voice was not loud, it was loud enough for people around her to hear clearly. The Mu family held a high position in the court, so they were not far from the official residence.

A palace maid whispered something in the queen's ear. The queen's eyes fixed on her, and she turned to look at her and said slowly, "I guess this must be the granddaughter of the loyal and brave marquis. I just heard about your performance at the archery field. It was so wonderful. I think your piano skills are also good. Why don't you go on stage and show it to everyone?"

The queen noticed her not because she was the granddaughter of Marquis Zhongyong, but because she was the daughter of Han Yunyan.

The queen felt disgusted when she thought of Han Yunyan. When the current emperor was still the crown prince, the late emperor had originally planned to make Han Yunyan the crown princess. However, Han Yunyan and Mu Jun fell in love with each other, so the late emperor gave up the idea. After all, as the emperor, there was no reason for him to force his subjects to get married, so the late emperor had to make the second best choice and chose her as the crown princess.

She was secretly ridiculed by others at the time, saying that she was a cheap princess consort, and this matter has always been a thorn in her heart.

She thought that she was as talented and knowledgeable as Han Yunyan, but Han Yunyan was just better than her because she had a seductive face. How could she not be angry?

But now she was so beautiful but had a tragic fate, and her only daughter was disfigured, which really made her feel sad.

"In compliance with Her Majesty's order, I will perform my humble duties." Mu Yan spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. She stood up and saluted the Queen with a dignified and polite manner, resembling the demeanor of a noble person.

She agreed so readily that Mu Wan was a little surprised. She thought it would take some time to coax her onto the stage, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth.

At this time, the whole hall fell silent. The people in the audience were divided into two groups. One group thought that Mu Yan was a reckless man who only knew how to ride a horse and shoot arrows, and they were waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

The other group consists of people who have seen her performance at the horseback archery field and are looking forward to her performance even more.

Mu Yan, dressed in red, slowly walked onto the stage and took her seat. Her scallion-skinned hands gently fell on the strings of the zither. The light shone on her, and her red veil gave people a mysterious and hazy feeling, making her look more ethereal.

Mu Yan carefully observed the strings and found an obvious cut mark in the middle of one of them.

really!

She opened her red lips and said, "Your Majesty, there is something wrong with the strings of this zither."

Just after her hand left the strings for a few seconds, there was a "snap" sound and the strings broke.

This time the zither broke by itself, not when Mu Yan was playing, so it was not her fault. When everyone saw that she only gently touched the zither and knew that the strings were about to break, they also looked up to her in their hearts, showing that she was a person who truly loved the zither.

The one who should be embarrassed now is the Queen. After all, it was the Queen who hosted this banquet, and she could have neglected such a small matter.

The Queen's expression was obviously unhappy at this time. Although this Sitong instrument was not as valuable as the Luqi Jiaowei, it was also of great value. The strings were also regularly replaced by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. How could it break so easily? She had experienced countless conspiracies and intrigues in the deep palace. The first thing she thought of was that someone had tampered with the instrument. She could pretend that she didn't see it if it framed Mu Yan, but if it involved her, she would never tolerate it.

Mu Wan didn't show it on her face, but the cold light in her eyes seemed to be about to cut Mu Yan in half. The handkerchief under her sleeve was almost torn to pieces by herself.

At this time, the palace maid had already replaced the zither in front of Mu Yan. She took a quick glance and after making sure that there was no problem with the zither, she placed her hands on the strings again.

The sound of the piano started. At first, the sound of the piano made a chaotic sound and everyone laughed. It turned out that Miss Mu's musicality was just at the beginner level. Just when some people in the audience were whispering mockery.

All you can hear is the sound of the piano pouring out from the fingertips like river water. At first, the melody slows down, and then the rhythm becomes faster and faster and more intense, like the tragic song of soldiers, the heroism of thousands of troops pointing swords at the enemy, or the spectacular scene of thousands of horses neighing and roaring to the sky.

The person playing the piano had various fingerings, and the music splashed out more and more rapidly, as if the person listening to the piano was really in the battlefield where thousands of troops were fighting, with corpses everywhere and wailing that lasted for a long time.

The woman on the stage was dressed in red, looking seductive as fire, with a resolute and hateful look in her eyes. She made people feel evil and charming. A gust of wind came from nowhere, lifting up the woman's dress. At this moment, she looked like a female ghost from hell who came to collect debts.

When everyone seemed to be out of breath from the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano changed, and the melody slowly softened. The sound of the piano at this time was elegant and melodious, refreshing, and the ending tone gradually became cheerful, like a clear spring in a deep valley or a secluded mountain, and like the revival of all things.

Even when the song ended, everyone had not yet recovered from the sound of the piano.

"it is good!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something, and then everyone burst into enthusiastic applause.