Lin Zhu, who was sitting in the middle of the young ladies of the family, suddenly thought, will Mu Qiyue also show a hand here? The other Lin Zhu is not clear, but Mu Qiyue's words are very good.

Lin Zhu, a person who has been influenced by modern stick characters for nearly 30 years, did not very understand the traditional characters written with a brush at first, what is good, but she admires these people who write with a brush very much.

Whenever Lin Zhu saw Feng Rongxuan such a villain, with a look of being serious, with Fu Douer and Haizi practicing calligraphy, Lin Zhu felt a headache, so her words have not improved.

According to Feng Yuanbo's words, Lin Zhu's words are only at the stage where they can be recognized.

But Feng Yuanbo told Lin Zhu that since Fu Dou'er, Feng Rongxuan and Haizi stayed with Mu Qiyue for a few days, their words have been greatly improved.

And Fu Dou'er also had a copy of Mu Qiyue's notebook written to him, and when he showed it to Feng Yuanbo, he not only praised it repeatedly, but also borrowed it for a long time.

This also made Lin Zhu discover that Feng Yuanbo, who she had always thought was very capable of management, was actually a very powerful and knowledgeable person.

Mu Qiyue, who made him full of praise, naturally would not be bad.

Lin Zhu secretly asked Dong Yuzhen, "Sister Zhen, how is Brother Dong's handwriting?" ”

"I can't say anything about that." Dong Yuzhen said in a low voice. "But in the past, when my brother was in Song County, there were often gentlemen who praised my brother's good words." Dong Yuzhen looked around, "But you also know the way." There are no people in the capital, and my brother may not be able to compare to them. ”

It is not that Dong Yuzhen extinguishes his brother's prestige and grows the ambition of others, but that the resources of this capital are not comparable with Song County, a small county, and a son of heaven. There are many talented people gathered here.

It may not be easy for these sons to find the best teacher, but even if they find someone who is just ordinary in the capital, they are a little more advanced than the famous gentleman in Song County.

So Dong Yuzhen is right on this. Not very confident.

"Oops. You don't have to worry, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, this word is only one aspect. Wang Qingyan saw the two of them whispering, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Sister Yeon. We're not worried, either. It's just that I've never encountered anything like this. Somewhat nervous. Lin Zhu said with a smile.

"Well, I'm nervous too." Wang Qingyan whispered.

"Me too." Zhang Manyun agreed.

"Me too." Song Hanyu also nodded embarrassedly.

Several people glanced at each other, and they all pursed their lips and smiled.

However, Princess Changmin did not deliberately embarrass the people seated. Only one question came up. It is to take chrysanthemum as the theme, group according to the table, write a poem with a picture, and then for everyone to appreciate, but if the talent at the same table is extraordinary, there are a few more, it is okay.

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhu saw that some people were happy, but some people looked sad.

This question not only tests the talents of these people, but also tests the skills of calligraphy and painting, which can be said to be very comprehensive.

So there was a very interesting phenomenon among the people, some people were concentrating on thinking, some were looking around, some were comparing and comparing on the paper handed out by the people, and some were looking around carefully. It seems that he is afraid that someone will peek, and he looks vigilant.

Lin Zhu and the others were also thinking hard at this table. Wang Qingyan saw that Lin Zhu looked like an old god, and thought that she was in her chest.

"Sister Zhu, have you thought of any good words?" Wang Qingyan asked curiously, and looked at her with some excitement, as if she had pinned the hopes of this table on her.

"Me?" Lin Zhu pointed at herself in surprise, and seeing Wang Qingyan nodding, she smiled a little speechlessly, "Sister Yan, do you think I will have the leisure time to learn these things?" ”

"And what are you doing here?" Wang Qingyan looked at her.

"Of course, when you're done, I'll applaud you." Lin Zhu said a little shyly.

The other three also heard the conversation between the two, and they all looked at Lin Zhu and smiled helplessly.

Zhang Manyun and Dong Yuzhen both knew that Lin Zhu didn't have any thoughts on this, and, of course, when they were in Linjia Village, they also tried to let Lin Zhu practice calligraphy, but she found all kinds of excuses to shirk it.

Therefore, unless it is a particularly important and unspeakable matter, Lin Zhu's correspondence with them is all ghostwritten by others. Of course, Qian Xuehui is the best choice, because Feng Yuanbo is different, Lin Zhu has long asked her if she can write, and the answer is of course yes, and it is a very beautiful hairpin.

She doesn't even like to practice words, so she is naturally insensitive to those poems and songs.

"Cousin, don't count on her, just her handwriting, it will be uncomfortable to read." Zhang Manyun patted Wang Qingyan gently.

"Isn't her handwriting pretty good? After reading the previous letter, my mother also said that let me learn more from Sister Zhu. Wang Qingyan said with some puzzlement.

"Poof." Dong Yuzhen couldn't hold back and laughed, but immediately covered her mouth and turned her back, but judging from her constantly shrugging shoulders, the degree of snickering was very serious.

"That, Sister Yan," Ren Linzhu was thick-skinned again, and he blushed embarrassedly at this time, "You deal with the business first, and after you go back, I will explain the matter to you." ”

After appeasing Wang Qingyan, Lin Zhu glared at Dong Yuzhen and Zhang Manyun shyly.

The people on the table around them didn't notice the conversation between Wang Qingyan and the others, but Sun Shuirong listened to it clearly.

She felt that Lin Zhu had a handle in her hand, and thought that she would definitely take it out later to make her look good.

On the man's side, Du Bin and Dong Wenbo sat together, both of them were extraordinary scholars, so they were naturally not very difficult about this topic. However, since it is the nature of the competition, although Du Bin does not want to compete with others, he really wants to learn from Dong Wenbo.

The two have a very tacit understanding of their respective calligraphy and painting.

And Princess Changmin's original intention was to make Mu Qiyue stand out among them, so she naturally paid attention to whether he was also in the crowd.

But the next person came to report that Mu Qiyue had not come to Lingbo Pavilion. Princess Changmin knew what to say and let him hide again.

Although the purpose cannot be achieved, it cannot be interrupted in the middle. So Princess Changmin is still full of interest, waiting for the good work of these people.

"Fourth master, isn't this topic from Her Royal Highness the princess very simple?" Mu Yun followed behind Mu Qiyue and asked meaningfully.

"Those who are difficult will not, but those who will will not be difficult." Mu Qiyue didn't care about this kind of competition.

"Hehe, then Miss Lin is the victim." Mu Yun snickered.

Regarding Lin Zhu's matter, Mu Qiyue knew about it earlier. And it was from Fu Dou'er's mouth.

"That's right." The corners of Mu Qiyue's mouth turned upward. "Still. There is also a young lady of the Wang family by her side, so she won't be too sad to think about it. Although he did not appear at the venue of the competition, Mu Qiyue still paid attention to the things around Lin Zhu.

"Fourth master. Will anyone be jealous of what Miss Lin has said to Her Royal Highness? What about a problem for her? Mu Yun's words were not wrong. In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Zhu is a soft persimmon, a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch.

"I didn't expect a good intention. But it's the way it is. Mu Qiyue sighed slightly. It doesn't matter, with the imperial aunt here, others don't dare to do anything to her. ”

"Go get some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Mu Qiyue suddenly felt a little dull, and wanted to write and express his feelings, so he ordered Mu Yun to go down.

In a secluded pavilion, Mu Qiyue stood there, looking into the distance, not far away is a small peak, although it is a little low, but under the artificial arrangement, lush and green, staggered to show its beauty.

Not far from Mu Qiyue, there is also a large area of golden chrysanthemums, which are in full bloom. Although this piece of chrysanthemum is not precious, it is fortunate that it is easy to survive, and the whole flower blooms, which has a special interest in it.

Mu Yun spread out the paper, placed the pen on the table, and then stood quietly behind Mu Qiyue.

Mu Qiyue stood for a while before picking up the pen and sketching it on the paper.

For a long time, although Mu Qiyue was enlightened, he didn't really pay attention to his growth, so he could only absorb what Mr. said in class, and then go back to his room to experience it carefully.

Writing and painting became a way for him to relieve his depression at that time.

It is precisely because of this that his handwriting will become very good, although no one appreciated it at the time, but he still tried his best to find some rare stickers, and when he was young, he improved bit by bit.

In painting, he pays more attention to freehand, of course, the most brilliant place is in the artistic conception.

Although there are only a few brushstrokes, it can integrate the artist's mood into it.

Looking at the beautiful scenery around him, Mu Qiyue naturally felt it, and the smooth lines of the pen were all poured on the paper, and the rice paper soaked in pen and ink also truthfully showed Mu Qiyue's unknown talent.

Looking at the paper that was gradually filled, Mu Yun stood behind Mu Qiyue, and sighed secretly in his heart, how talented his master is, he can obviously be proud of all talents, but because of the selfishness of some people, he can only show it to others.

"Mu Yun, these are just small paths, not worth hype, and it is not good to know the Tao, but it will encircle my life." Although Mu Qiyue didn't look back, he guessed his mind very thoroughly, just like seeing Mu Yun's expression.

"Yes." Mu Yun listened to his words, and his face slowly improved. As long as the fourth master feels happy, these subordinates will naturally not cause much trouble.

Soon Mu Qiyue's paintings were nearing completion. After writing down a line of poems, Mu Qiyue asked Mu Yun to help pick it up, and when the ink was dry, he put it away and went back to appreciate it slowly.

"Who?" Mu Yun's gaze suddenly looked at a place not far from the pavilion.

And there was a girl standing at a loss.

"Who are you?" Mu Qiyue put it in the painting, stood on a high place, and looked down at her.

"Miss Ben is from the Lin family, Xingsi, who are you?" Lin Qingxue came here unknowingly because she was separated from the other sisters.

"The Lin family?" Mu Qiyue frowned and looked at her, "Miss Lin Si, shouldn't you be there in Lingbo Pavilion now?" ”

"Why didn't you go, secretly painting here alone, can't you see anyone?" Lin Qingxue was angry because she was lost and was walking, so she vented on Mu Qiyue and the others.

She walked up to the pavilion and was taken aback when she saw Mu Qiyue's painting on the table, she looked up at Mu Qiyue, and suddenly had some strange emotions in her heart.

It's not four thousand, and it's too late. (To be continued......)