Reborn as the white moonlight of the tyrannical prince

Chapter 182 The Iron Tree Blooms (Add More)

"One picture?" Shi Tianchen's evil face turned cold, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Auntie is trying to argue with me?"

The eldest princess was taken aback, how could she compete with him? After sighing, she asked impatiently: "Why did you do this? Anyway, leave me one, just one, and all the paintings will belong to you in the future." .”

Shi Tianchen turned his head to look at the banquet, and he could find her from the crowd at a glance, "I'm happy. Not even a picture!"

"Have you taken a fancy to her?" The eldest princess followed Shi Tianchen's gaze and looked at Liu Bingfan who was sitting quietly in the garden. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress and a veil, and she was extraordinarily independent from the world.

"En." Shi Tianchen let out a sound from his nasal cavity, which was regarded as a response.

The eldest princess looked back and forth between Shi Tianchen and Liu Bingfan.

One person is under one person and over ten thousand people, and one person has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and has never appeared. No matter how you look at it, there is no intersection.

"How did you like it? Just that dance?"

Other than that, she really couldn't figure out how the demon Shi Tianchen fell in love with Liu Bingfan.

"She's fine." Shi Tianchen smiled, appearing a little gentle.

The eldest princess stared wide-eyed as if she had seen the New World, "You...are you laughing?"

Shi Tianchen glanced at the eldest princess, closed the corners of his mouth, his face was as cold as ice, "There is no need to discuss the painting."

The eldest princess knew that her nephew had taken a fancy to her best friend's daughter, and she was too shocked, so she didn't care about the painting.

She knew something terrible, should she tell Brother Huang?
Shi Tianchen's iron tree bloomed.

The eldest princess has not returned for a long time, and Duke Xue's mansion of the first-rank Duke naturally became the highest position. The Duke's wife and the ceremony officials organized the banquet together.

The on-the-spot poem with the theme of chrysanthemum mentioned earlier started directly in a voluntary situation.

Young Master Hengda of the Hou Mansion prided himself on being romantic, closed the paper fan in his hand, raised his head, brushed the hair on his shoulder lightly with one hand, got up and walked to the desk, and finished writing smoothly and quickly.

The officials mentioned Hengda Shao’s poem, and Hengda Shao opened the paper fan with a “swish”, and recited confidently: “The flowers around the house in autumn are really fragrant, and all kinds of flowers bloom in the west setting sun. In the sea of ​​flowers, I only love chrysanthemums. Every year, I can see the joy in my heart.”

There was applause in an instant.

"Evergrande young master, good literary talent!"

Autumn bushes surround the house, the flowers are really fragrant, and all kinds of colors bloom in the west setting sun.

Very artistic conception, indeed good.

Liu Bingfan looked at the words on the paper again, flamboyant and unrestrained, just like his people, bold and unrestrained.

Liu Ning dreamed that Liu Bingfan was interested, so she moved closer and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what are you looking at?"

Liu Bingfan turned to look at Liu Ningmeng. From her eyes, Liu Bingfan saw sincerity and was slightly surprised.

But when someone handed him an olive branch, he naturally accepted it.

She has no feud with Liu Ningmeng, no matter in the past life or the present life.

He replied softly: "Heng Shao's calligraphy is fluent and elegant, and he is as eclectic as his poems."

Liu Ningmeng raised her eyes and looked at the words, it was a mess, how could it be worth admiring?

Liu Bingfan knows that very few people can understand this kind of characters, because most people use block letters in a proper manner, with square shapes and straight strokes.

Such bold and unconstrained characters are difficult to recognize, and most people think they are ghost symbols.

And Heng Shao's characters are not only bold and unrestrained, but also have an indescribable beauty, which Liu Bingfan appreciates.

"I remember that you have good handwriting." Liu Bingfan recalled that Qu's tried every means to get Liu Ningmeng to come to the banquet, but now he is unknown and has no chance to express himself. "Can you compose poetry?"

(End of this chapter)