Everyone was slightly startled, attracted by the painting, as if they were there, as if they could hear the soft talk and laughter of the people in the painting and see the peony flowers in full bloom in the imperial garden, crowded and stacked into a large area. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Queen Mother smiled: "Everything in the painting is lifelike, and the state of harmony and harmony overflows in the painting, especially the flowers in the painting are the most expressive, and your master Chen Zhiyi may not be able to paint so expressively." This painting is deeply loved by the mourners"

Hearing this, Pu Yu said gracefully: "Thank you to the queen mother, concubine." The master is good at painting horses, and the concubines are good at landscapes, flowers, and portraits, each with its own strengths. Looking at the painting, the most eye-catching thing is that the flowers are blooming, everyone is smiling, these are what the concubine is good at, and she will naturally be slightly better than the master, but if the concubine and the master draw a horse together, the concubine will inevitably lose a mess. ”

The Queen Mother was already smiling, and there was a hint of appreciation in that smile, and said: "Concubine Pu is praised but not arrogant, she is gentle and quiet, virtuous and virtuous, and she will be rewarded with a pair of gold-inlaid pearl and jade hollow Luan bird peony hairpins, and she will be promoted to Pu Gui Concubine." ”

Puyu knelt down and thanked him, and said, "Thank you to the Queen Mother, concubine." "The queen mother also became the lord of the six palaces step by step from the palace concubine who did not know the name of the harem. I am afraid that the peaceful and harmonious scene in the painting is the heart of the Queen Mother, and the promotion of her to a noble concubine is to remind the harem concubines that there will be a heavy reward for building a peaceful and quiet harem, and vice versa.

Song Yu smiled and exclaimed: "This painting is magnificent, magnificent, and delicate. If this painting claims to be the second, I am afraid that there is no painting scroll in this world that dares to claim the first. The emperor's painting skills have always been deeper than those of the courtiers, what does the emperor's brother think? ”

Song Jin drank all the wine in her hand, then lowered her eyes to look at her, she was standing alone.

At that time, it was the time when the hot summer turned into early autumn, a downpour came suddenly at night, he stepped on the rain, the hall was particularly quiet, the rustle of the rain outside the house was heard very clearly, I saw her standing alone in front of the case, her long soft black hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a plain light summer shirt, the autumn breeze was cool and the autumn rain was slightly cool through the open window in the east, whistling in, her long hair and plain clothes flew with the wind, and she was unmoved, still holding the pen with five fingers, painting without distraction. From his point of view, he only saw her side face, her eyebrows and eyes were clean and gentle, her eyes were burning, and all her thoughts were poured into the pen, and she didn't even know that he was coming.

Today, he wore soft-soled silver-trimmed dark striped boots, stepped on the floor silently, walked to the window, and a lot of rain drifted in under the window, which had already merged into a puddle of water, and stretched out his hand to cover the window.

She raised her eyes to look at him, smiled softly, like a warm but not dry breeze on a spring day, her quiet eyes were a little more agile, and then she lowered her head without saying a word and continued to paint.

By the time she finished painting, he had already sat idly and drank half a cup of tea, she walked up to him unhurriedly, took the half cup of tea he handed over, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The emperor has been waiting for a long time." ”

Song Jin said warmly: "The cold and humidity on a rainy night are quite heavy, and the windows are open, so it is easy to feel the wind and cold. ”

She nodded, and he took her right hand and asked, "Your hands are so cold, why don't you ask someone to add some clothes, you can suffer if you are sick." ”

Puyu smiled and said, "It's not a child, it will be so easy to get sick." ”

Song Jin helped her gently rub it, stretching her five fingers, she was tireless as soon as she painted, every time she finished painting, her fingers were a little stiff, and said: "First, picky eater, preference for sweets; Second, once you are obsessed with something, you are obsessed, and you are blind to everything around you, isn't this the nature of a child? Think about it, that adult would be so careless? Song Jin sighed lightly in her heart, not knowing whether this kind of disregard would be good or bad for her after all.

Song Jin was sitting, Puyu was standing, so Puyu was a few points taller than Song Jin, she lowered her head, bent her delicate willow eyebrows, and said with a smile: "First, the five flavors in the world, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty have different taste buds, and people have different preferences, and they have different attitudes towards the five flavors." If you follow the emperor's words, I am afraid that most of the people in the palace are children, because dim sum is also sweets. Second, it is a mind without distractions, without distractions. Her smile became heavier, and her left hand casually rested on his shoulder and said: "Whether children like sweets or not, the concubine never knows, but the concubine knows that children are always not as tall as adults." ”

Hearing this, Song Jin thought about it, he was shorter than her at this time, and she called him a child. He helplessly and dotingly reached out and nodded her smooth forehead, and said with a smile: "You! It's just a lot of crooked reasoning, and you have to ignore people. ”

Puyu was very satisfied with the rainy night she had just finished painting, Song Jin was an excellent person for her to appreciate the painting, and she still remembered that when she first met in the peach forest, he could see the deep meaning of her painting at a glance. She pulled down the slender five fingers on her forehead and said, "This painting is the most satisfying painting of the concubine recently, what does the emperor think?" ”

Song Jin stood up, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her thin waist, hugged her into his arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and the nose was full of the fresh fragrance of her bath, his eyes looked at the lifelike picture scroll that was flat on the dark red case, and said approvingly: "Yu'er's painting skills are really not seen for a day, like every three autumns." ”

She tilted her head slightly, looked at him with four eyes, smiled shallowly, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as ever, she was not shocked, and said sincerely: "The concubine is an idle person, and all she thinks about every day is painting." If I stand still day by day and never make progress, is it not living up to my preference and what my master said about the hand that was born for painting? ”

Pampered and not frightened; Victory, calmness, defeat, and gentleness and peace, is such a person who seems to be able to hook his joy and anger.

Now she is standing alone in the main hall, dressed in a blue green shirt, her black hair is curled into an unknown bun, her face is a gentle smile, it is a gesture of listening to her ears, hearing the praise of others, or a gentle and gentle appearance, not surprised or happy.

Song Jin smiled: "This painting is very good. But compared to her usual painting skills, they are not up to standard. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and Song Yu was also slightly surprised, this painting is already excellent, but it has not yet played her usual level, and what kind of grand occasion are those pictures where she played her ordinary level?

Song Yu looked at the woman in the distance, with dark hair in green clothes, quiet and gentle, like a landscape splashed with ink in the south of the Yangtze River, standing with a light smile, accepting the inquiring eyes of everyone, as if all this excitement had nothing to do with her.

The banquet still needs to continue, the queen instructed the palace people to light a lantern, Song Yu stood up, and said softly: "Brother Queen Mother, the younger brother thinks that this time the lantern riddle is specially designed to shake the punishment, which is to make the punished person have no time to prepare in advance, and now the concubine Niangniang has prepared the punishment in advance, which is contrary to the original intention of the punishment, and the younger brother feels that it is very inappropriate." ”

Song Yu had a trace of anticipation and a faint bitterness in his heart. She is quiet and gentle, claiming that she knows nothing about music and rhythm, and knows little about poetry and songs, if she wins one of them, how will she respond? frowned lightly, but it was still light. He was anxious to see how she would respond. The sour meaning in his heart is hard to dissipate, she is the concubine of the imperial brother, and he can only understand her in such a way that he hurts her.

Concubine Jin beside her said with a smile: "The concubine deeply feels that what the prince said is very true, so Concubine Pu can escape punishment, I'm afraid that no one will be there in the future before the riddle will appear." "If you can't guess the riddle, you can show your talent and style in front of the emperor, who wants to guess the riddle?

The Queen Mother thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Chen Jinlin's opinion. Puyu took the stick holder in the hands of the palace people, shook it gently, the wooden stick fell to the ground, the palace people picked it up, and announced to everyone: "Boat picking lotus." ”