Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 28 Challenge the Missy

The queen looked at the farce in front of her eyes lovingly, and she didn't intend to stop it. Instead, Concubine Ye Gui coughed a few times: "It's just an accident, everyone, don't pay too much attention, so as not to disturb the interest!"

Concubine Ye Gui didn't want the daughters to continue to focus on Murong Lin's mistakes. The daughters were all sensible people and would follow suit. Of course, as long as they wanted to, they could always turn the topic around to Murong Lin.

"Miss Murong, the second miss has already recited poems, is the eldest lady also improvising one?" Hong Lingyue, the daughter of Shang Shu, suggested delicately, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Murong Yu put down the teacup in his hand, and smiled faintly: "Yu'er knows that she is not as talented as Sister Lin, so she won't make a fool of herself in front of everyone!"

There are not a few famous sons with outstanding talents. The poem they improvised just now is not much worse than Murong Lin's. To ridicule, to do well, to be suspected, to be thankless...

"Missy is too modest. Miss Hou Fu's second lady is talented, and Missy is definitely not bad." Hong Lingyue smiled.

Hong Lingyue made a pun, using Murong Lin's incident to imply that she is also a person who seeks fame and fame. While mocking herself, she is also forcing herself to show her talent: "No matter when Sister Lin's poems were written, they were all her own ideas. You can see your talent, Miss Hong, can you also improvise a song, let everyone see your talent!"

Hong Lingyue's small face immediately pulled down, and the silk handkerchief in her hand was almost messed up by her: Murong Yu must have deliberately laughed at herself, trying to embarrass herself, looking at the entire capital, no one knows, although she is talented, but only can't write poetry...

Slowly raising her head, Hong Lingyue's eyes full of smiles had a cold gleam: "Lingyue doesn't know how to compose poetry, but she knows a thing or two about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I wonder if Miss Murong can enlighten me?"

Is this a challenge to myself: "The flower viewing banquet is for fun, not for competition..."

"Could it be that Miss Murong looks down on Lingyue?" Murong Yu dared to ridicule himself, how could he forgive him so easily.

"Since that's the case, Murong Yu would rather be obedient than respectful!" Hong Lingyue repeatedly provoked her first, so she couldn't blame herself.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, which Miss Murong is best at?" I am good at all of them, so it doesn't matter which skill you try.

"Paint!" Murong Yu loves to paint, and Hong Lingyue's painting skills are not bad either.

The two daughters were going to compete in skill, and everyone became interested immediately, and Murong Lin's scandal was put aside for the time being.

The eunuch brought the desk, paper, pens, paints and other utensils. Hong Lingyue said a few words modestly, walked to the desk first, looked at the various chrysanthemums in the garden, and quietly glanced at Ouyang Shaoxian who was sitting upright: I must win his favor.

In Zhongyonghou's Mansion, the second lady Murong Lin's reputation is already rotten, and she doesn't care how much more Murong Yu stinks. I challenged her just to give myself a platform to show off my talent. It can also be said that Murong Yu just climbed onto the stage by herself. Stepping stones of the ladder of success.

Squinting her beautiful eyes and lowering her head, Hong Lingyue held the paintbrush tightly in her slender hand, and quickly swiped it on the scroll, her movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, chic and free, and within a moment, a lifelike chrysanthemum picture appeared in front of everyone!
"Not bad, very good!" Not only the son and daughter of the famous family, but also the empress and Concubine Ye Gui repeatedly praised them without hesitation.

"Thanks to the empress empress and empress concubine, Lingyue is ashamed of her lack of knowledge!" Hong Lingyue was modest, looking at Ouyang Shaoxian quietly with shy and timid eyes, but she saw that his face was indifferent and arrogant, and he was indifferent to everything around him. care.

Murong Yu hasn't painted yet, and without comparison, she can't show her superb talent. It's reasonable for Ouyang Shaoxian not to pay attention to himself. When he raised his eyes, Hong Lingyue's eyes were full of provocation and pride: "Miss Murong, come is you!"

Murong Yu stood up and walked gracefully to the desk. Just as she picked up the brush, Hong Lingyue came over with a smile in her beautiful eyes: "I don't know what Miss Murong is going to draw?" No matter what she draws, she will be defeated by her own subordinates. .

Murong Yu smiled: "Yu'er doesn't have much experience, and for a while, I really can't think of what to draw. Why don't Miss Hong give me a suggestion."

The smile at the bottom of Hong Lingyue's eyes became more and more intense: "Hehe, I don't dare to take it as a suggestion. The second miss Murong chanted plum blossoms just now. If the eldest miss can't make up her mind, why don't you draw plum blossoms!"

Murong Lin's reciting plum blossoms is cheating. If she draws plum blossoms according to Hong Lingyue's intention, as long as her talent is inferior to hers, people will laugh at her for being the same as Murong Lin: "Thank you, Miss Hong, for the reminder, Yu'er will do it Drawn, please let me go!"

Murong Yu dipped his pen and ink, and pushed Hong Lingyue aside, Hong Lingyue's smiling face suddenly collapsed, her eyes were filled with anger, but because this is the imperial garden, there are too many high-ranking officials' children , Resisting not to attack: When Murong Yu loses, I will have a lot of opportunities to laugh at her, so don't be in a hurry.

After glaring at Murong Yu fiercely, Hong Lingyue reluctantly walked back to her seat and sat down, waiting quietly for Murong Yu's painting, and secretly prepared to laugh at her.

Murong Yu stood in the sun with a brush in his hand, bent slightly, and swiped the brush to draw a beautiful line on the snow-white paper. Gradually, the movements in his hand became faster and faster, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, wanton, free and easy...

The blue sky was clear and clear, and the early autumn sun shone on Murong Yu's body, coating her with a faint golden halo, and the pearls on her neckline exuded a soft brilliance, which made her skin look like fat, and her eyes like bright eyes. star.

Among the golden chrysanthemums in full bloom, the off-white skirt flutters with the wind, light and elegant, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and may go away in the wind at any time, like a dream, like smoke, this beautiful picture scroll, let everyone see Dumbfounded, as if in a daze, she might disappear...

After finishing the last long stroke, the brush in Murong Yu's hand has not been put down yet, the scroll in front of him has been taken away, and the bright yellow clothes appear in front of him, it is Prince Ouyang Yechen.

"This is... Mo Mei!" Looking at the still ink-stained scroll and the poems mentioned in the painting, Ouyang Yechen couldn't hide his shock: "The first tree in the inkstone pool in my house, all of them bloomed in light ink. No traces. Don't let people praise the color, just leave the clean air to fill the universe..."

(End of this chapter)