"Second sister and slow," Zhao Jiuqing on the side grabbed her, "It's rare that everyone is happy, and I will also follow the second sister to make everyone happy." ”

Song Yanzhu was stunned, and Zhao Jiuqing asked: "I don't know if the second sister has a guqin, borrow me a one?" ”

"I have!" Song Yuzhu stood up, beckoned the maids to fetch it, Yibi stood up and said, "Second sister, I'll grind it for you!" ”

Zhao Jiuqing thanked him, and said in Song Yanzhu's ear: "Second sister take advantage of this interval to quickly think about what to draw for a while, if you really can't draw it, you can also think of a way to come back." ”

It turned out that Zhao Jiuqing was really worried about her "poor skills".

Song Yanzhu's heart warmed, and he shook his head and said: "Sister Nine, don't worry about me, just draw a 'chicken pecking rice map', I have to draw this too!" ”

Zhao Jiuqing said "ah", Song Yanzhu pursed his lips and smiled: "I'll bother my sister to play a song 'Plum Blossom Introduction' for a while, okay?" ”

"Okay." Zhao Jiuqing responded happily.

After a while, the piano moved to the middle, Zhao Jiuqing sat down, Song Yanzhu stood in front of the table, nodded to her gently, and listened to the sound of the piano falling, the sound of the piano like a sweet spring slowly moistened everyone's hearts and spleen, long and elegant.

Song Yanzhu closed his eyes and listened for a while, only to feel that the whole person's body and mind were relaxed, and the time of the previous life suddenly began to rewind and rewind.

The siege of the city, the mourning of Jianzhou everywhere, the tragedy of the blood-stained city wall, and the great sorrow spread in Song Yanzhu's limbs. Her body couldn't help but tremble, not this, not ...... She closed her eyes and tried to remember, and finally in the mist, she saw what she wanted to see......

In the past, she didn't know how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she was tired of laundry and cooking, she was not proficient in literature, she was not involved in martial arts, and her biggest advantage was persistence.

The qualifications are poor, so she is willing to spend ten times more effort than others to grit her teeth to learn. Grandmother didn't like her, but she believed that if she stood by nicely, she would see her one day. Later, when he met Tao Moyan, he never had her in his eyes, but she was willing to wait for him all the time......

She has always known how good Tao Moyan is, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cultural and martial arts, he is good at everything. It took her a long, long time to study his preferences. When he learned that he could marry him, Song Yanzhu thought that he had spent all the luck in his life, so later, he treated her lukewarmly, and she was close to him all the time to please him.

She really thought that as long as she waited patiently, a qiē would befall her......

A sad smile appeared on Song Yanzhu's face, as if she saw her once full of enthusiasm again, frantically placing Tao Moyan's paintings and calligraphy in front of her in the middle of the night spent alone one after another, copying them over and over again.

Until one day, Tao Moyan accidentally saw those paintings, and almost couldn't distinguish the real from the fake. That was the first time, Tao Moyan stood behind her, grabbed her hands by hand, and whispered: "Look, this should be the way to start writing......"

Zhao Jiuqing's jade finger flicked, Song Yanzhu woke up from the memories all of a sudden, the afternoon sun sprinkled warmly on her body, the previous life was just a few decades, and it became a memory with a flick of her fingers.

You see, that's how it should be......

The corners of Song Yanzhu's lips smiled, and he slowly lifted the pen.

One stroke at a time, between horizontal and vertical, Song Yanzhu's "Plum Blossom Picture" has begun to take shape. Song Yuzhu, who was grinding ink on the side, did not see the clues, but the doubts in the eyes of Tao Moyan and Zhao Rong, who were onlookers, had changed from surprise to surprise, and the two glanced at each other, but they did not dare to make a sound, lest they disturb Song Yanzhu, who was concentrating on painting.

Song Huanzhu and Song Xizhu on the side decided that Song Yanzhu's painting was not good, so they only sat quietly and listened to Zhao Jiuqing's performance of "Plum Blossom Introduction".

Everyone never expected that at this moment, Zhao Jiuqing's song "Plum Blossom Introduction" attracted more people to watch.

"Miss Zhao Jiu's piano skills are really superb, and I am fortunate to hear her piano sound today, it is really lingering, and I don't know the taste of meat in March!"

On the Shuiyue Pavilion, Mrs. Tao, who was standing at the forefront, turned around and said to Second Mrs. Zhao with a smile: "You are also indispensable for raising such a good girl!" ”

"Not really!" Yuan flattered, "I heard that Miss Zhao Jiu has studied under a famous teacher since she was a child, and she can't find a few of them in the entire Daqi!" ”

Second Mrs. Zhao waved her hand and smiled at Mrs. Tao: "Jiu'er has liked this since she was a child, so she spent some effort to learn it. Compared with you, it is not worth mentioning at all, your painting was praised by the Queen Mother! He said to Yuan: "It's a few young ladies in the house, it's really impressive, all of them have extraordinary temperaments, and they have their own characteristics," she looked at the past and commented one by one: "The eldest lady is elegant and calm, the third miss is playful and lively, the fourth miss is innocent and romantic, and the second miss ......."

She paused, Song Yanzhu, who was struggling to write in the middle, lowered his head slightly, a strand of hair fell, the sun was shining, and even the tips of his hair were shining. Several of them have been standing on the Water Moon Pavilion for a long time, from the time Song Huanzhu lifted the pen to paint, they were standing, just behind Song Yanzhu's closed eyes, the second lady of the Zhao family saw the deep water-like calm in this young Song Yanzhu......

Zhao Jiuqing, who has never been close to others, is willing to be a green leaf and play for her. Speaking of which, Zhao Jiuqing has not returned to Jianzhou for a long time, and getting along with Song Yanzhu is only a short time.

Zhao Er looked away, and saw his son Zhao Rong tilting his head and looking at Song Yanzhu intently, his eyes glowing with a strange light, while Tao Moyan beside him was full of inquiry.

"The second miss of the Song family is really special." Mrs. Tao, who was silent on the side, said thoughtfully, "Let's go, let's go down and have a look." ”

The sound of the piano gradually came to an end, the low sound of the piano was like crying, gentle and tactful but endless, Song Xizhu gradually became tired of listening, looking at the sun, Song Yanzhu should have finished painting, so he stood up to see, this look, my heart couldn't help but twitch: If she remembers correctly, Song Yanzhu really can't paint, why is it just a moment, but she has the eyes to paint so many plum blossoms?

She hurriedly pulled Song Huanzhu, Song Huanzhu looked at it, and couldn't help frowning: I couldn't complain that others were disdainful at first, but at the moment they were silent, it turned out that they were not interested in Song Yanzhu's paintings, but were shocked.

Can't, can't let her continue...... Song Huanzhu took a deep breath, suddenly remembered something, and glanced at Si Qin beside Yuan Yi.

Si Qin let out an "ah" and said to Yuan Yi: "Miss Biao, beware, there is a snake behind you!" ”

"What!" Yuan Yi screamed at the moment, and Song Xizhu was also startled, took a few steps back, and happened to bump into Song Yuzhu.

Song Yanzhu was concentrating on painting, startled by Yuan Yi's scream, his hand shook, and a long ink blot crossed the soon-to-be-completed "Plum Blossom Picture". Song Yuzhu was hit by Song Xizhu again, and the ink of the entire inkstone was splashed on the painting, and a good painting suddenly turned black.

"I'm sorry, second sister ......" Song Yuzhu hurriedly came up to save the painting, it was too late, a painting, only a corner was left, scattered with a few plum blossoms, the shadow was sufficient, and the shape was lonely.