In a blink of an eye, it was the first month, and the lights in the capital were like dragons, brocade like flowers, a joyful scene,

A few days ago, some people began to be busy tying lanterns, this is not a sloppy custom, lanterns symbolize prosperity and peace, the more delicate, beautiful, the more decent, everywhere is the same, the difference is subtle.

Probably because this is the first Shangyuan Festival after returning to Beijing, Wen Qiran also wants to ask for a lottery, and very solemnly instructed to let the servants purchase bamboo and weave lamp stands.

In the past and present life, painting is not Wen Jing's strong point, on the afternoon of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the sky fluttered with snow, and overnight, the entire world became clean. Just as she was sitting at her desk, looking at the white rice paper, she was stunned.

Qingshuang stood aside and studied ink, and said in her heart, it is really a thing to drop a thing, and the resourceful Seven Niangzi on weekdays will also have headaches.

Wen Jing took a deep breath, chose a thin pen, painted it red, and solemnly dropped it, after sketching a few times, it didn't look like it, she was bored, crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it down.

"It's really hard." Wen Jing muttered to himself.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door.

"Seventh sister, have you finished painting the lamp?" Wen Jiuniang shouted outside the door.

Wen Jing didn't answer, she is the owner of this room, of course she won't open the door in person, Jiu Niang came here, except to show off her beautiful light painting, what else can she do?

In that case, let her eat behind closed doors.

Seeing that no one answered, Wen Jiuniang shouted again: "Qingshuang." Is Seventh Sister in the room? ”

Qingshuang hesitated, she was originally a person sent by Jiu Niang, but now she has taken refuge in Wen Jing, in this case, the master has never spoken, and it is even more difficult for her to go over and open the door.

"Go open the door." Wen Jing dropped the brush.

"Yes, Miss Seven."

Wen Jiuniang came in through the crack in the door to prevent the cold wind from drifting into the room, Qingshuang quickly closed the door and walked to Wen Jing's side again. Bend down. Picked up the paper balls that had fallen on the outside of the bamboo basket.

The movements were subtle, but very enthusiastic, of course this scene would not escape Wen Jiuniang's eyes, and she couldn't help but doubt it in her heart. This green frost. Something has really been wrong lately. When I saw myself, I seemed to be a little dodgy, and I had to find an opportunity. Knock knock knock.

At this time, Qingshuang just raised her head, and the eyes of the two collided.

Qingshuang didn't dare to look at her, and hurriedly lowered her head: "The two ladies are chatting, I'll make tea." After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Wen Jiuniang looked at Qingshuang's background and said meaningfully: "This girl, she is careless, I don't know how the seventh sister of Lu Dao can use it so much, it is better to change it." ”

"I think Qingshuang is okay, no need to change it!" Wen Jing said calmly.

"Seventh Sister is right, the needs also vary from person to person, some people are used to eating light side dishes, but they don't like the delicacies of the mountains and seas." Wen Jiuniang smiled lightly, and after saying this, she untied the graceful and luxurious white fox fur fur and hung it on the shelf.

Wen Jing's face was as calm as ever, and it was a bit naïve to show off these things outside her in front of her.

She went directly to a pot of peony flowers that were blooming on the table, and said softly: "Jiu Niang, look at the one on this table, it's not beautiful." ”

If it is in the south of the Yangtze River, in the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, this flower can only be regarded as ordinary, but in the north, in the winter when everything is withering, it is a little extraordinarily gorgeous.

"Pretty." Wen Jiuniang didn't understand what she meant, so she could only answer mechanically.

"This pot of flowers was originally produced in the south of the Yangtze River, cultivated from the flower house, trekked through mountains and rivers, and transported to the capital, with a lot of loss, so the price is also expensive, such a small pot, a hundred taels of silver."

At this time, Qingshuang came back from making tea, and when she heard the price, she couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so expensive!" I thought it would be a few hundred dollars at most......"

"The seventh sister now has an official body and a good salary, and my sister, a deep house idler, is of course not as good as the seventh sister."

Wen Jiuniang sat down, tasted fragrant tea comfortably, and felt refreshed, what is wrong with you if you have money, it is all earned by touching the dead every day, and it is estimated that it still smells of corpses, and the ladies of the mansion are all kept at home for idle meals, who will go deep into the tiger's den and wolf's den all day long, and fight wits and courage with a group of vicious criminals?

Wen Jing smiled slightly, and suddenly changed his words and said: "No matter how beautiful a flower is, it is also for people to see, and if someone appreciates it, it has value." If you are alone and self-appreciating, isn't it worthless! Jiu Niang, are you right? ”

"Seventh Sister...... That's right! Although the mouth is light and light, Wen Jiuniang's heart has set off a monstrous wave, her face is white and blue, she was withdrawn from the marriage by the Weiyuan Hou Gu family not long ago, and her heart has been greatly traumatized, which is clearly insinuating that she has no man to want, and she has nothing to do, so she can only stay at home and look in the mirror!

The two had a verbal contest, Wen Jiuniang knew that she was not her opponent, she snorted coldly in her heart, took out the lamp she brought, and slowly unfolded it.

The painting shows a stunning, lifelike lady, with thin willow eyebrows, dotted lips, light clothes, red sleeves, standing in the flower garden, bending down to water the flowers and plants.

Wen Jing's face changed slightly, if you want to talk about painting, Jiu Niang's level is only acceptable, and it is not even considered to enter the room, but the painting in front of her is very high, if there is no accident, she should be looking for a painter outside to draw it.

If you want to say that a painter of this level, Wen Jing can also find it, entrust it to Ji Changge, let him introduce a few, and he will definitely be able to paint better than this, but at this moment, where can he find such a painter?

"My sister's newly painted lamp face, please also ask the seventh sister to give me some advice." Wen Jiuniang's smile was hidden in the needle, obviously wanting to humiliate her fiercely and regain her self-confidence.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door.

"Miss Seven, Wang Gongzi is coming to you!" The old housekeeper was thoughtful outside the door.

Wen Jing didn't understand for a while, Wang Gongzi? Which prince opened the door and saw that there was a tall young man with cold eyes standing outside the door, holding an oil-paper bamboo-handled umbrella, and the umbrella surface was covered with snow.

Seeing the person coming clearly, Wen Jing was obviously a little surprised: "Seventeen Lang, when did you arrive in the capital?" ”

After the autumn of last year, Wang Jue saw that his leg disease was so good that he couldn't leave ten, anyway, the spring was still early, so he returned to Jiangnan, and his family was happy to see that his old disease was cured, and even diluted the joy of winning the first place in the examination.

Wang Jue shook off the snow on the umbrella surface, and a rare smile appeared in his cold eyes and said, "I arrived yesterday, and the Seventh Lady is trying to turn me away?" ”

Wen Jing was happy in his heart, if he really wanted to fall asleep, someone would send him a pillow, Wang Jue's attainments in calligraphy and painting can be said to be the best in skills, with his help, it is easy to overwhelm Jiu Niang's picture of a lady. (To be continued......)