"Well, since you're here, I'll have to thank him later, but I don't know what he's here for?"

Chu Fenglan also shook her head and didn't know.

Nangong Qiyao, who was sitting next to the water cicada, was stunned and said, "Sister Yinchan, he is Yunxiang?"

Shui Yin Cicada didn't pay attention to the change in Nangong Qiyao's face, and said to Dongfang Xinhe: "Old Ancestor, he is the Yunxiang I said." ”

Dongfang Xinhe looked at Yun Xiang carefully, and his eyes showed appreciation, "It seems that I have some ability to make the girl of the Shui family praise." ”

At this time, Dongfang Wenying, who realized the danger, finally didn't calm down, he didn't care before, but today he can't do it, he can't let Yunxiang come out anymore, he must be suppressed!

"Brother Yunxiang, why didn't you come out when you celebrated your birthday just now?"

Tang Wenjie immediately understood, secretly thinking that he should stand with Dongfang Wenying now, and also said: "Yes, I didn't pay homage to my ancestors, so I didn't prepare a birthday gift." ”

Shui Yincia looked at them coldly, she didn't know what the two of them were thinking, "He came in a hurry and didn't prepare, but the old ancestor hasn't seen anything, and ordinary things may not win the happiness of the old ancestor, wouldn't it be more sincere to let Yunxiang compose poems on the spot?"

As soon as the two of them heard the water chant cicada helping Yun Xiang speak, they were immediately speechless, this is going crazy, my Yin Chan is clearly going to stand by Yun Xiang's side.

Yin Chan is right, the best gift is not material things, but the most important thing is to make the mood happy. The old lady smiled and said, "Since you can make such an amazing poem when Mingyue will have extraordinary talent, then let me listen to it." ”

That's it, this time I'm going to bring out Uncle Feng's selection of poems for him, let's also hand over the ancient poems, Yun Xiang whispered:

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity.

The sunset poem is full of snow and snow, and the plum is very spring.

This poem is a good evaluation of snow and plum blossoms, in the moment of spring, the two things have their own merits, although the plum blossoms are beautiful but not the whiteness of snow, although the snowflakes are white, but they lose the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Only when the two of them complement each other will they look more beautiful.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Dongfang Xinhe couldn't help but applaud, and everyone was full of praise.

"Sure enough, he is talented, this poem is wonderfully written, the characteristics of plum blossoms and snow are exhausted, and it is catchy, which makes people applaud, it can be called a masterpiece!"

Tang Wenjie's poetry is also very good, but Tang Wenjie's reputation as a talented man is in front, and Yunxiang's intrusion as a dark horse makes people feel that his talent is equal to Tang Wenjie.

Tang Wenjie's face began to turn blue, this guy is really annoying.

"Both poems are excellent, but I'm having a hard time choosing, I wonder whose poems you think are better?"

Everyone also has their own opinions, and they can't judge the good or bad.

"Why don't you let them make another song?" said Jiangcheng Lu Zhiwen.

"It's a good idea, and it's just a good way for them to show off their talents. ”

Dongfang Wenying suddenly said: "Although my aunt's proposal is good, my cousin has a better proposal." ”

"Oh? ”

"Poetry is just a form of expression of Yanhuang culture, since both of them are talented, why don't you test other skills and see which one is more comprehensive?" Dongfang Wenying is speaking to Tang Wenjie, he knows that Tang Wenjie has a wide range of knowledge, and they are all outstanding, so he came up with this idea, he and Tang Wenjie are now in the same camp, so they naturally want to speak to him.

"That's great!" Dongfang Xinhe smiled: "It's still my cousin who has a lot of ideas." She looked at Lu Zhiwen, "It's better for Mr. Lu to come up with a competition project." ”

"Today there are poems and words, and if there are a few more paintings, it will complement each other even better. ”

"Okay, let's paint!" is in line with the meaning of Oriental Xinhe, her favorite is poetry, calligraphy and painting, of course, she is very much in favor.

Shui Yincia was slightly stunned, painting, I didn't see Yunxiang painting, would he do?

Shui Shangjun next to him said: "Don't worry, the poetry Yunxiang just now has been brilliant, even if it is not as good as Wenjie, it has left a good impression on the old lady, and I will be able to say almost good things for him later." ”

"Having said that, it would be a shame if Yun Xiang didn't know anything. ”

Shui Shangjun looked at his granddaughter in surprise, was it the first time he had seen him so attentive to a boy, was it just because of the temporary hospital?

This is very similar to the way a woman is worried about a man, Shui Shangjun frowned slightly, to be honest, he is most proud of this granddaughter, who is outstanding in everything she does, and can be compared to any excellent man, and has always been calm and relaxed, and has a generous temperament, but tonight he is so anxious, and his style is completely different from usual, it won't be a budding heart.

This Yun Xiang is really good, but it won't make her so, it seems that she should talk to her well.

Nangong Qiyao next to her laughed in a low voice: "Sister, it turns out that her sweetheart is this guy!"

Shui Yincia was slightly stunned, and also realized his gaffe, "Don't talk nonsense, he has a heavy responsibility, so I naturally want to help him." ”

"Hmph, this is a rude guy, how can he be worthy of Sister Yinchan's love?"

"Huh, do you know him?"

remembered that Yun Xiang once scolded her to get out, and stretched out two fingers to say about her two, so he didn't get angry, "Yes, he still swears, I'm really angry!"

Shui Yin Cicada was stunned, although she didn't know Yun Xiang, but she had never seen Yun Xiang scolding anyone, she had actually scolded Nangong Qiyao, this is a novelty, how angry is this Yun Xiang.

But she didn't have the heart to ask her, it was still the matter in front of her.

Let's listen to Dongfang Xinhe: "What style of painting do you prepare?"

Tang Wenjie said proudly: "Since we want to highlight the culture of the Yan and Huang Kingdoms, it is naturally better to paint in ink." ”

"What about you?"

"I'm also an ink painter. Yunxiang pondered.

"Okay, immediately take out the two bookcases and take the four treasures of the study. ”

After a while, the bookcase and the four treasures of the study were placed on the two sides in the middle, and the two of them each occupied a bookcase.

Tang Wenjie has a hill in his heart, immediately started to paint, swaying freely, with the style of a master, in the rice paper under his hand, an inverted hanging bamboo picture jumped on the paper, the end of the lifelike, quite skillful.

In a short time, a bamboo drawing was completed.

Everyone applauded, Dongfang Xinhe appreciated: "The strong and steep branches and leaves look forward to life, the ink color covered by the shade is fresh and refreshing, although it is a bamboo, it gives people a sense of high-spirited heroism, it is really a good painting!"

Although her granddaughter was born in Nangong, how could she go abroad to live unattended when she was young, and returned to China a few months ago to see her unruly and wild personality, and she had the heart to marry her, and she had a family to wipe out her character, and she was over twenty years old, and she should have reached the age of talking about marriage.

It turns out that these big families are still a little old-fashioned, and girls generally have to think about marriage at the age of sixteen, so a girl like Nangong Qiyao is already an older girl, and her marriage must be put on the agenda.

Therefore, he kept sending people to find suitable young children, and when he saw Tang Wenjie today, he naturally had this idea in his heart.

That Yunxiang is not bad, but he doesn't know his family background, and it seems that the girl of the Shui family has some interest to him, so the old lady naturally doesn't care about Yunxiang very much.

Tang Wenjie looked at Yunxiang proudly, only to see that although he put pen to paper, he didn't know what was drawn on the whole picture?

It was black like a hill, and there were no edges or corners to protrude.

"What is this?" said the young men, pouting disdainfully.

"If you don't know how to paint, just admit defeat, how can you paint indiscriminately on this occasion, and affect the birthday banquet of the ancestors!"

“......”

Shui Shangjun and Shui Yincia were already stunned, how could this style and style of painting be so familiar, and several people who knew how to paint also showed surprise, and they all gave birth to this familiar feeling, but it was not as strong as the ancestors of the Shui family.

It is worthy of Dongfang Xinhe, after walking down to admire Tang Wenjie's paintings, he came to Yunxiang and was immediately stunned, "This is ......?!"

The person on the side then asked, "Did the old ancestor see the clue?"

Dongfang Xinhe waved his hand and said, "You can be quiet and continue to look down." ”

I saw Yun Xiang suddenly raise the pen, a cold branch from right to left turned straight up, to the tip of the branch only slightly to the right side, the top of only three buds to be put on, only one plum branch painted, only four plum blossoms on the plum branch very isolated bloom, the tree body is completely free of moss, and only add a few thorny twigs.

Someone had already exclaimed, "Ling Han Meitu!"

Especially the ancestors and grandchildren of the Shui family, they almost screamed out, the familiar style of painting, the familiar brushwork, and even the demeanor and posture of Yunxiang's painting are so similar.

What the hell is this?

Yun Xiang was in the painting, did not notice the looks of everyone, after the completion of a painting, and mentioned a small plum blossom poem on the side, a plum branch in the corner of the wall, Ling Han opened alone, and knew that it was not snow, for there was a dark fragrance.

This calligraphy turned out to be the same style, Shui Shangjun couldn't help it anymore, "You...... Who the hell are you?!"

Yun Xiang was stunned, the old man had lost his memory, didn't he just meet?

"I'm Yunxiang, Grandpa Shui. ”

"What does Wenshan have to do with you?!" The old man asked the water.

Oh no, I have been painting with Shui Bo since I was a child, because I just fit the theme of plum blossoms, so I accidentally drew a picture of Ling Hanmei with Shui Bo style that Shui Bo taught him, and this is his father and niece!

"What Wenshan, I don't know. Yunxiang could only pretend to be dizzy.

"Hydro Mountain!"

"Oh, Master Wenshan. Of course I know him, I admire him very much, he is my idol, so I often imitate and figure out his painting style, this Ling Han Meitu is my imitation of the works of Master Shui. ”