With Zique's movements, many of the ladies who had almost finished their pens looked sideways at Ran Ziwan. Is that the late county lord who is only twenty-eight years old in the imperial capital of the capital?

"The daughter of Chaoyang, the imperial capital, is jealous of the heavens. A smile captivates the city and the country, and the king has no courage to delight it?"

The admiration came from the children of the family who were scattered on the seat, and most of them were coming to the imperial capital for the first time. For the imperial capital or the world's beauties, the most listened to is only folk singing. And the Xuehua woman on the high platform is really worthy of the praise of the four sentences.

Some people got up slightly, looked at the blank space above the bamboo xuan in front of Ran Ziwan's table, and they were already laughing and trembling, that person was Cui Qianqiu!

"Bring the pen!" Ran Ziwan angrily twitched Zique, who was standing stupidly, Nunu's mouth.

"Where's the pen?" Ran Zi slept two or three hours late, and Zique stood next to him and dozed off for two or three hours. As for the ink pen, Zique scratched his head and turned around to look for a long time.

Zique walked around Ran Ziwan looking for the ink pen that was missing, which provoked Ran Zijing, Cui Qianqiu and the other two Shangshu daughters laughed all over the sky, lest outsiders not know that they would laugh sarcastically and dazzlingly.

"Stand still!" Ran Ziwan ignored the sneers of the people accompanying her, and glanced at Zique, who was already confused, she really wanted to look at the sky and ask her own mother, why did the famous Chaoyang County Lord leave such two girls by her side!

"Ah...... Miss ......" Zique instinctively screamed in surprise, clenching her fists nervously.

"What's it called!" Ran Ziwan turned around and waved his hand, and a soft thing flew towards Zique, who was staring at Zique, and shook his head in annoyance, really wanting to look up to the sky and sigh.

"Miss, hmm......" The quiet fragrance of bamboo suddenly came, accompanied by a whimper, Zique's mouth was stuffed with a large ball of bamboo Xuan, the best bamboo Xuan! Zique shouted, his hand was uncontrollable......

"Shut up......" Ran Ziwan glanced at Zique's right hand that was clenched tightly because of nervousness, and really wanted to slap this girl to death...... Does she think that her master's internal strength is too much to use up?

"Hmm......" What happened? Zique turned his head and was about to ask his master for help, when he saw Ran Ziwan stretching out his hand to transform the white mist into his palm.

Ran Ziwanyu sucked hard in his hand, Zique looked down strangely, only to feel that his good palm was forcefully broken apart, and looked at his palm...... The ink pen wolf was slowly pulled out of his palm. In an instant, he returned to the piece of rice paper in front of Ran Ziwan's table.

"Hmm...... Hehe......" Zique laughed in a panic, the pen ...... It's in his own hands...... Thinking of the picture just now, Zique couldn't help but want to rush back to his own bed in Nannuan Palace, hide, hide, Miss can't see, Miss can't see!

"Shut up...... I really want to seal that girl, Ran Ziwan shook his head.

Under Ran Zijing's resentment, under Cui Qianqiu's mockery, and under Zhen Yang'er's unbelievable gaze, Ran Ziwan Ran Ziwan put her chin on her chin with one hand, looked left and right...... With a sigh, the other slender Hao wrist began to shuttle back and forth between the rice paper, and the expression looked natural, and the posture of being familiar with the road was like drawing on the bamboo xuan.

Maybe it's because the smooth movement looks too smooth, and it seems that the woman seems to be scribbling.

Regarding Ran Ziwan's reputation, in this imperial capital, it seems that the most in this world are those two sentences, in addition to the short life, the first of which is: no learning and no skills.

Therefore, when all the ladies have already put away their pens, they sit and wait for Ran Ziwan to hold their foreheads with one hand, and draw with one hand while bouncing and shaking their heads...... This picture further affirms the rumor about Ran Ziwan that everyone remembered in their hearts, and he really doesn't know how to learn!

Ran Ziwan finished painting the first half of the bamboo xuan, and motioned to the maid to put it away carefully...... Unfold the blank rice paper in the lower half and continue to copy......

In the audience, including the scattered seats, there was a small and fragmented discussion! Before the painting was finished, everyone had taken the pen, and although the flower banquet did not stipulate a clear time for the pen, it seemed that this was too unregulated.

When the maid who was in charge of waiting for the pen and ink on Ran Ziwan's side saw the scroll of the half of Ran Ziwan's evening, the silver basin in her hand that was ready to be used to clean her hands again after collecting the pen for the ladies suddenly flipped over, and the clear water in the silver basin was scattered on the main hall, and her eyes looked at the upper half of the scroll in Ran Ziwan's hand with a foolish look......

"You!" the water droplets splashed a little on Ran Zijing's face, and she threw a feather fan to smear it in anger, fortunately she had already collected the pen, otherwise she would not have fallen to the end.

"Spare your life...... The county lord spared his life...... "The maidservant girl looked at the immovable Ran Ziwan with a lost soul, and repeatedly begged for mercy.

Ran Zijing's eyes behind Ran Ziwan were about to fall out, and that actually ignored her anger and begged for mercy from that sick man?

"The county lord spares his life......" The maid knelt deeply at Ran Ziwan's feet, looking sincere and humble.

"Help me spread out the rest of the bamboo xuan......" Ran Ziwan smiled and looked at the maidservant who was two years younger than Zimian, she knew why she had accidentally knocked over the silver basin...... She saw the shadow of her pen!

"County Lord, thank you Ziwan County Lord...... Thank you, Lord Ziwan, ......" The maid knelt beside Ran Ziwan's seat gratefully, her eyebrows and eyes drooping very low.

"Pull it a little bit to the left, right...... Good ......" Ran Ziwan moved the ink pen in his hand intently,

The maid carefully put away the bamboo xuan soaked in Ran Ziwan's pen and ink, and at the same time stared at Ran Ziwan's pen without blinking, with a serious and amazed expression.

In the blink of an eye, two hours have passed, and Ran Ziwan has dropped the money on the diagonal top of the scroll. The jade hand knocked back and forth, stretched his fingers, twisted his neck, spread his hands, put away the pen, and turned to smile and gesture to the half-kneeling maid on his side that he could be presented.

"Pretending to be presentable, as if you can really draw something! Lose the face of Duanwangfu in vain......" As soon as Ran Zijing's words fell, the sour feather fan was imprinted in Xue Lingfeng's eyes, and the originally dark eyes darkened again. I heard that Ran Ziwan not only didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, but he wouldn't live next year, and at that time his idea was to divorce his wife!

And now...... Xue Lingfeng shook his head to himself, did he want to scrap the marriage contract again?

"It's ridiculous that you don't have self-knowledge!" Cui Qianqiu spat disdainfully.

"If you throw it into the Haihe River, you won't be able to die, but if you throw it under this nine-fold platform......, you may be able to do it! Either death or injury! Giggle......" Ran Ziwan blinked, looked around, and sighed lightly, there is no Haihe River above the Jinmen here......

Cui Qianqiu's two daughters who were originally attached to him stopped at the same time...... looked at Ran Ziwan with a light face in horror, and a cool breath bubbled in his heart. How could such a terrifying thing be so light in the woman's mouth?(To be continued.) )