Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the preliminary and rematch of the Talent Conference ended. On the final day of June 30, Yan Hu and his friends made an appointment to watch the game, and they chose their son-in-law and daughter-in-law. After a while, someone sent the information for the top 20.

"My cousin, is this your nephew?" Yan Huo saw a young man named Jiang Mian on the list, and turned his head to ask the British prince's wife.

Jiang smiled, "Well, it's my brother's youngest son, he just loves to play."

"My family members need support." Yan Huo recruited the yamen runners who were responsible for selling tickets. "There are six hundred taels of silver notes here, so I will buy all the tickets for Mr. Jiang Mian."

"Thank you for your support, my wife." The yamen rang to collect the silver notes, registered the number of votes, and went to the statistics station.

"You really have too much money and you have nowhere to spend it." Jiang said to her.

Yan Huo smiled, "Didn't you spend money to buy a ticket?"

Mrs. Jiang looked around and avoided this question.

"This little bit of scattered silver is not enough for us to buy a golden hairpin." Princess Heyi said with great wealth and integrity.

While talking and joking, the draw for the talented girls was ready. The Tao Meihua that Yan Hu saw on the first day of the preliminary round did not reach the finals, and it is unclear how many places it stopped.

The shopkeeper of Taiping Tower came on stage and announced the start of the final.

The two ladies who drew the number one and the number two came on stage. They both happened to draw musical instruments, and Rushi came a song with a piano and flute ensemble.

As the music sounded, Yan Zeng heard it, "It's "Danxiang".

Everyone hummed in a low voice: "The moonlight in the old days, how many times did it shine on me? I played the flute beside the plum blossom? I called the jade man... I forgot the lyrics of the spring breeze, but it was strange that the sparse flowers outside the bamboos and the fragrance came into the jade mat... I remember where I had joined hands... When did I see it?"

The two ladies performed well and scored well. Then they drew the third and fifth draws and went on stage. The young man who drew the fourth draw got the cooking, and he went to cook with the few people who drew the cooking from behind.

Jiang Mian got the ninth lottery, and he appeared with the lady who got the eleventh lottery. The talent he got was calligraphy and painting, while the lady drew dance. After the two discussed, the lady danced the green waist dance, and Jiang Mian drew her dance posture.

Seeing Jiang Mian being a show of talent, Princess Heyi thought about it and leaned over and asked, "My cousin, is your nephew's marriage settled?"

Jiang was stunned at first, and then smiled and said, "This kid said he should start a career and then start a family. He would get married after he had fame and fortune. He should not let the girl suffer with him."

Princess Heyi's eyes lit up, and she wanted to say something else. Yan Huo twisted her lightly and whispered: "It's not suitable to talk about this here."

"Oh oh oh, we'll talk about it later, and we'll talk about it later." Princess Heyi stuck out her tongue.

The talent conference has been held for two sessions, and talented women will learn and practice talents that they are not good at. This talent conference has never lost their temper and retired from the competition like the previous two sessions.

"It's good, very good to draw such a lively banana stone picture in such a short time." Yan Zengshi loved the pictures drawn by the lady who got the seventeenth lottery.

Yan Zengshi has a high eye, and the judges have good eyesight. This lady named Zhou Yinhuan has a high score and two full marks.

When all the talent show ended, while counting the votes and scores, the musicians and maki in the palace began to perform. A quarter of an hour later, the shopkeeper of Taipinglou came on stage, "I would like to invite the Chief Judge, the Old Concubine Rong, to read the rankings for everyone."

A palace maid helped Prince Rong to the stage. Prince Rong's eyes were dizzy. She took the paper far away and said slowly: "The first place in the men's group... the third place in Mr. Jiang Mian... the second place in the women's group. Miss Zhou Yinhuan..."

The third talent conference ended successfully, and the restaurants near Changchun Garden were crowded. Those who could watch the talent conference were all people with spare money, so there was no need to hurry home for lunch at noon.

At the dinner table, Princess Heyi, who was impatient, asked about Jiang Mian's situation before waiting for the dishes to be served. Although Jiang Mian was the nephew of her parents, the British prince's wife did not blindly say good things about him, "He is the youngest son, with two brothers and two sisters on it, so my sister-in-law spoiled him more. He is not as steady as his two brothers..."

The youngest son is generally apt to behave, which is not a big disadvantage. Although Princess Heyi thinks Jiang Mian is not bad, she doesn't immediately tell me about her. After all, the wife of the British prince is just Jiang Mian's aunt, and she has to inquire.

After the meal, Yan Huo settled the bill and everyone returned home.

Shen Shizheng, Yaya came back from the palace in advance. Before she entered the door, she heard her shouting there, "I'm so angry, I'm so angry."

Yan Hu asked the maid to bring a bowl of mung bean paste, and asked with a smile: "Who made you angry?"

"A guard, a disgusting little guard." Yaya bulged her cheeks, "He said that I was abominable, and relying on the power of my fathers to be domineering in the palace."

Yan Hae frowned slightly, "Then have you done this?"

"I didn't." Yaya pouted aggrievedly. She was a good boy.

"Since you don't have it, then the person he is talking about is not you. What's so angry about you?" Yan Huo said with a faint smile.

"He said it was me, he said in front of me, and he said that no one likes me who is useless and domineering, will like me." Yaya said sadly.

"What did you do? Let him say that to you." Yan Hu asked.

"I..." Yaya bit the corner of her lower lip, "I just punished a little palace maid who did something wrong."

"He didn't understand the situation, so he stood up for the little palace maid, which means he was not clear about his mind. You don't need to care what he said." Yan Huo smiled.

Yaya was still depressed, and she seemed unwilling to be hated by this guard. Yan Huo suddenly realized that his daughter was eleven or twelve years old, and when she reached Zemu Shaoai's age, the people she usually contacted followed her, and suddenly someone who opposed her came, and she felt that it was novel.

Novelty often arouses a person's interest, and then...

Yan Hu was not sure whether the guard used this method to attract Yaya's attention and then achieve some purpose. Regardless of whether the guard had other intentions, Yan Hu did not intend to let Yaya have too much contact with him.

Yan Huo thought for a while and asked, "Yaya, do you think peony looks good?"

Yaya looked at her in confusion, "Good."

"Peony is the king of flowers. People in all dynasties have written poems to praise it, saying, 'Only peony is true in the country, and the flowers bloom and move the capital.' But some people say, 'Only peony is like a big fight, and nothing happens and is empty.' Do you understand what my mother means?" Yan Huo asked with a smile.

Yaya held her cheek with both hands, thought for a while, "I understand."

"It's good if you understand." Yan Huo touched her head, "Yaya, life is short. Play with people who like me, stay away from those who don't like me. This will make you happier. Don't explain it to people who think you are."

"Mom, I understand." Yaya jumped out.
Chapter completed!