Rebirth as Princess Jin again

Su Ying raised her eyes and looked at the woman on the phoenix throne. She was wearing a bright red phoenix robe. The skirt was embroidered with large peonies with golden silk thread. The phoenix crown on her head was extremely noble.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, every time when she and her mother entered the palace, the queen looked at her with loving eyes. She would give her the most delicious cakes to eat, and would touch her head lovingly and say, "Go outside and talk to Yan." Brother, let me have a chat with your mother!"

It was hard for her to believe that the queen in front of her would kill her mother.

The queen on the phoenix throne glanced at the crowd with majestic eyes. She saw a beautiful blue figure in the crowd. Her eyes were obviously startled, and those eyes were very much like her old friend.

Su Ying met the gaze calmly, trying to find some flaws, but she only glanced at herself and then looked at Chang Xiyao. There was a smile in her eyes, which was completely different from looking at others.

Sure enough, just like in the previous life, the Queen's favorite candidate for the Crown Princess was Chang Xiyao.

That woman was calm and dignified, with beautiful appearance and a prominent family background, so she was naturally the perfect candidate for the crown princess.

Chang Xiyao looked expectantly at the high-ranking prince. Seeing that his eyes were staring at Su Ying in the corner, an inexplicable emotion arose in her heart.

When the queen saw her son staring at the light blue figure, she coughed lightly and reminded with warning in her eyes: "Prince, don't forget what the queen mother said to you last night, put the overall situation first."

Situ Yan withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly towards Chang Xiyao. The queen looked at her son with satisfaction and said calmly: "Let's have a banquet!"

Since it is a concubine selection banquet, in addition to various refreshments and food, the most important thing is the performance of the ladies.

Situ Jiao had already run away when she heard the newspaper singing outside. She came here just to meet Su Ying. If the Queen found out, she would inevitably get lectured.

The queen's eyes glanced around among the noble ladies underground, and finally her eyes fell on Chang Xiyao: "I have long heard that Xiyao's guzheng has the sound of nature. Let Xiyao start today's concubine selection banquet. !”

After Chang Xiyao stood up and saluted, the palace officials had already arranged the guzheng.

She sat upright next to the guzheng, plucking her slender fingers back and forth on the strings. The beautiful melody flowed between her fingers, and the crisp and flexible sound was fascinating. After the song was finished, everyone was still immersed in the melodious echo.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and everyone came back to their senses.

Even the queen couldn't help but praise: "The daughter of the Taifu is indeed very skilled!"

Chang Xiyao looked at Situ Yan shyly and saw a look of approval on his face, and her slightly nervous heart relaxed a little. With Chang Xiyao's outstanding performance, the next person on the stage will perform even harder. After all, there are other princes who have not yet gotten married. If the queen likes them, it would be good to be given the position of princess.

All the ladies finished their performances soon, and soon it was Su Ying's turn. Everyone looked at where Su Ying was sitting. The seat next to Su Ying belonged to Su Lian. At this time, someone in the crowd said: "The second son of the Su family. Why isn’t the lady at her seat?”

Only then did everyone realize that Su Lian was missing.

The queen lightly opened her red lips: "Miss Su, where did the second young lady go?"

Su Ying stood up and replied respectfully: "Thank you, the Queen! My daughter was delayed at the palace gate for a while and did not enter the palace with my sister. I also did not see my sister when I arrived at the Imperial Garden!"

The queen ordered to the nanny beside her: "Send someone to find the second young lady. Maybe she got lost in the palace!"

The image of Su Ying as a bumbling girl has long been spread among the noble ladies in the capital. Now that she and her sister have entered the palace together, but no trace of her has been found, it has further confirmed the rumors that their sisters are at odds with each other.

Everyone looked at Su Ying as if they were watching a show. Wei Xuan directly said sarcastically: "I wonder what kind of talent Miss Su is performing today? I heard that you are not good at playing chess, calligraphy or painting."

Everyone whispered, their tone full of contempt.

Su Ying smiled faintly: "Miss Wei is absolutely right. Su Ying is indeed not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She only knows a little bit about it. Today she will show off her humiliation and make a painting."

The palace attendant carried the long table and placed the scroll on the case. A palace maid came over with a pen and ink. Wei Xuan winked at the palace maid, who leaned forward, and the polished ink swayed out, directly covering the blank scroll.

The palace maid turned pale with fright and knelt down and said: "Queen, please forgive me, I didn't do this on purpose."

The prince looked slightly angry and shouted sternly: "Here comes someone, drag him down."

When the palace maid saw this, she quickly begged for mercy: "Your Highness, please spare your life!"

The palace maid looked at Su Ying for help. Su Ying watched the show coldly, but the queen said at this moment: "Prince, today is a good day for you, let's forget about it."

"Come here, get a new scroll!"

Su Ying gently picked up the square inkstone and said, "No need!"

As she spoke, she picked up the pen and smudged the black ink marks with the pen. The layers of mountains appeared on the paper. She gently sketched the appearance of the undulating mountains. The dots of ink scattered next to them were reflected in Su Ying's pen. They became two pine trees standing on the cliff.

The rivers intertwined between the peaks and mountains, the mist filled the air, a few light ink strokes, the mountains and rivers blended together, the few strokes conveyed a far-reaching artistic conception.