The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 737

Chapter 737: 341 Talent (Sixth Watch)_3

From here, Gu Jiao could see the great concessions that the Prince Regent had made for Minmin back then.

However, the letter also stated that, in the end, the King of Liang Country had not punished the Prince Regent. This was all because Minmin had presented the original score of "Zhao Ying," a long-lost composition by Master Yueying.

Master Yueying was the top musician in the six countries. Not only did he produce the highest quality Fo Xi piano replica, Moon Shadow, but he also created the epochal divine tunes, "Jinghong," and "Zhao Ying," suitable for playing on the Fo Xi piano and jade flute together.

"Jinghong" was the first half of the composition, and its score was in the Imperial Palace of Liang Country. However, the score of "Zhao Ying" had been lost.

Master Yueying himself disappeared from Liang Country five years ago.

The King of Liang Country was a big fan of music and was very proficient in it. He recognized the original composition of Master Yueying at first glance, and he was so excited that he couldn’t speak for a while.

Because of the regained score of "Zhao Ying," the King of Liang Country pardoned the Prince Regent’s fault.

In the letter, Minmin admitted that he didn’t expect Little Monk to give him such a precious thing.

Well, actually, Minmin chose it casually himself.

The gift of practice given by Little Monk to Minmin was a gold ornament. Minmin thought it was too valuable and chose a piece of paper that he thought was not valuable at all.

Perhaps it is true that less greedy children sometimes get more sweets.

In the letter, Minmin expressed his sincere gratitude and told Little Monk that he had also prepared a gift for him, which was on its way.

In addition, Minmin asked Little Monk how he got the score and whether Little Monk knew Master Yueying.

Little Monk shrugged, "I don’t know. Those were things my master didn’t want!"

Gu Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth: Things he didn’t want?

Is an old monk with a white beard that extravagant?

In an inn somewhere in a city in some country, a young monk with a tear mole under his right eye, who was drinking wine and eating meat, sneezed mercilessly: "Achoo!"

The moon was like a hook.

In the small study of East Palace, the crown princess was sitting on the cushion, focusing on playing chess.

She was playing against herself.

The little palace maid by her side was gently fanning her.

"Hmm, I’m done." She placed the last piece, breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered, "No need to fan me anymore."

The weather was not so sultry after the storm.

"Yes." The little palace maid put away the fan.

The female official stepped forward and asked, "Crown princess, will you continue playing? Or would you like to take a break and walk around? You’ve been playing for a long time."

"Ah, that’s a good idea." The crown princess also felt that her body was a bit stiff and sore, so she reached out her hand.

The female official quickly stepped forward to help her and said to the little palace maid on the side, "Go get some snacks, and brew a pot of flower tea."

"Yes!" The little palace maid took the order and left.

The crown princess paced to the front of the bed, and the cool night breeze blew gently, carrying the fragrance of the whole courtyard, making people feel refreshed.

The crown princess stood in front of the bed, looking blankly at the flowers in the garden that had already closed, and did not take the tea and snacks offered by the palace maid.

The little palace maid looked to the female official for guidance.

The female official took the tray from her hand and whispered, "I’ll do it. You can go."

"Yes."

The little palace maid did as she was told.

The female official thought about it, "Yan Country... the distance is not the farthest, but there are too many checkpoints, and many places do not allow us to pass." _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

But who cared?

She watched the so-called upper-class daughters of the other countries answering the simplest questions, reciting the most superficial poems, while she sat alone in the corner.

Finally, no one else could answer, she thought it was her turn. But to her surprise, the princess of Liang Country said, "In that case, let’s end this today. Congratulations to Miss Murong, Miss Lin, and Miss Zhuge for making the top three in today’s banquet! I will reward you greatly!"

Top three?!

How ridiculous!

This level of talent was considered the top three, yet the truly talented her had been forced to sit around all night.

Among the top three, Miss Zhuge was from Zhao Country which was also a lower-class country. But because she was a student of an upper-class scholar, she was also favored by the Princess of Liang Country.

Master Meng was also a person of a lower-class country originally. After becoming the Chess Sage of the six countries, he was personally invited by the King of Yan Country who gave him the status of a top official and gifted him a residence.

If she could become a student under Master Meng’s name, she would no longer be looked down upon, she would have the opportunity to compete fairly, and she would become famous in the six countries based on her real abilities!

Meanwhile, after establishing a bet with Gu Jiao, the old beggar fell into deep melancholy.

There was no other reason.

He was a beggar, where would he get the silver?

Ten taels was all he had managed to scrape together!

But if he didn’t have it, the kid wouldn’t play chess with him.

The old beggar was at his wits’ end.

As he passed by a chess club, he heard someone coming out of it, sighing with both long and short breaths, "Who would have thought that Maoshan Scholar would lose. The new chess player is quite tough. I should have bet on him!"

The old beggar had an idea and grabbed him, "Young man, do you want to earn your silver back?"