Gao Lengmeng emperor loves fierce concubine

Chapter 352 The second watch is sent to a certain song (1)
The next one to come on stage was Shujin, who put Mei Die, who was the finale, at the end. Mei Die's dance was so amazing, if it was placed in the front, the performance of these two girls would be inferior.

Shujin is the most knowledgeable among the four girls. Once she stops there, she has the dignified atmosphere and knowledgeable manner of a lady. Those who don't know it will never think that she is from a brothel.

There was a vague sigh of regret in the audience, and of course there was also an eagerness to move, what happened to the girl in Hualou, she can't be a regular wife, but it's okay to marry home and be a concubine.

Shujin seemed unable to hear any sounds from below. After a slight salute, she began today's performance, painting on the spot with two prongs.

This is also taught by a certain one. She had already performed a sketch last time, and it was a little less attractive to some people in the audience, so she put forward this bold idea. He hesitated to agree, and understood it so well in a short period of time.

Left and right hands together, this is the most test of a person's ability to coordinate and cooperate. Even a certain one can't help but secretly praise her calmly painting on the stage. It may not be possible for me to do it!

A sketch in one hand, a landscape painting in the other, a charcoal pencil in one hand, and a writing brush in the other. Two pieces of white paper are propped on the drawing board, facing the people in the audience, and they can be seen clearly.

The audience was silent, lest they disturb her.

She is concentrating on painting, and her back is gentle and beautiful.

Jimo Shang also glanced at it with a slight smile, "Yes, it's interesting."

Chu Yu echoed and admired, "It's not only interesting, Uncle Emperor, you may not find a few women with all the skills in Jimo."

Jimo Shang smiled and nodded, "That's true."

Jimo Yong on the side suddenly smiled and interjected, "I heard that Miss Bi Luo from Tianshui Pavilion can do it."

Jimo Shang didn't move his eyebrows, "Well, Bi Luo can do it, but he only knows landscapes, but he can't make this kind of lifelike charcoal drawing."

Jimo Yong's eyes flickered, "Oh, this unique painting method is probably Ms. Mo's masterpiece again?"

"Well, that little girl is multi-talented, she really pleases me." Jimo Shang said meaningfully.

Jimo Yong smiled slowly, "Miss Mo is indeed good, but it's a pity... she has been reduced to a flower house."

"So what?" Jimo Shang casually raised his eyebrows.

"Hehe... For Uncle Huang, this is really not a problem, but..." Jimo Yong paused.

Jimo Shang finally looked at him, "But what?"

"Hehe, but she seems to be too young, she is still a young girl, otherwise it would be a good story to add fragrance to the emperor's uncle's red sleeves."

Jimo Shang's eyes moved, and he smiled alluringly, "I can wait, there is plenty of time to take it slowly... Hehehe..."

Jimo Yong's brows were slightly frowned, and then he smiled indistinctly, "In that case, let's first wish the flowers that the emperor can keep will bloom."

On the other side, Chu Yu also frowned, wanted to say something, but held back and suppressed it.

Qin Haoran's expression was a bit dignified, looking at the stage, his thoughts drifted away, he was still like this at the age of eight, what kind of situation would he be in six years later?
Lan Li's drooping brows and eyes were also seldom stained with worry, was he just a momentary interest or did he really feel possessive?

While several people were talking in the audience, the performance on the stage finally came to an end, and the two paintings were written almost at the same time.

One is a thick ink landscape, which outlines a majestic atmosphere, and the other is an elegant sketch, which is vividly depicted.

(End of this chapter)