Not everyone at the banquet knew how to paint, but they were attracted by the artistic conception of the painting.

Ning Jian obviously didn't expect that Ning Zhao's paintings were much better than her, and the jealousy of her in his heart deepened a lot.

She frowned slightly, and glanced at the sisters beside her, who all nodded in agreement.

"What is this drawing? Mountains are not like mountains and rivers, and they are not so casual to let you paint at will, right? The woman who had satirized Ning Zhao before spoke again.

Her caustic voice managed to pull everyone's thoughts back.

"Like, what's that drawing? A cloud of black? Don't tell me this is the fishing boat in the poem? ”

"How can this painting be compared to the work made by Lian'er, sure enough, the concubine is the concubine, and the painting is not on the stage."

Every word these people say, they are all golden, and they will trample on the worthlessness of these words, and the other part of the talented people who appreciate the painting are not easy to speak because of their status as either rich or noble.

So the ridicule of Ning Zhao during the banquet was even more presumptuous.

Ning Zhao was unmoved, turned his head sideways and asked Ning Jian with a smile: "Sister, how do you say my painting is?" ”

Her smile was full of deep meaning, Ning Lian actually didn't dare to look at her, and replied with a twinkle in her eyes: "Your painting skills really need to be improved, it's really bad......"

"Why does Hongu think this painting is so good?"

A dark figure strode over, as if he was extremely happy to take the painting from Ning Zhao's hand, and looked at it carefully, and the serious side face did not know how deep into the hearts of many women present.

Ning Lian's expression froze, and the next words were swallowed back by her.

Seeing the person coming clearly, Ning Zhao's expression sank slightly, and he took a step back, keeping a certain distance from Murong Cheng.

"I also think this painting is very meaningful, and I like it very much."

A familiar gentle voice suddenly came from beside him, Ning Zhao's expression slowed slightly, and when he turned around, he happened to meet Jin Yuan's eyes that were as quiet as a secluded pool.

She was surprised and asked, "Why is Lord Jin here?" ”

Jin Yuan said with a smile: "I heard that a poetry meeting was being held here, so I wanted to come and take a look, and I happened to meet His Royal Highness the Prince, so I came together." ”

And His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in his mouth, all his attention at the moment was in the painting made by Ning Zhaoshi, and he didn't come back to his senses until everyone saluted him.

"Who just said this painting is not good?" Murong Cheng looked around, and finally his gaze fell on Ning Jian and the few women beside her.

The smile on the corner of Ning Lian's mouth stiffened, but he still stubbornly said: "The courtier's meaning is that Zhao'er's painting is still a little rough......"

"Oh? Tell me about the roughness of this painting. Is it composition or mood? Or something else? Don't you hear that the heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not workmanship? Jin Yuan asked rhetorically, although he was still smiling, but this smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, implying coldness.

Ning Lian's lips twitched, the blood on her face gradually faded, she dared to belittle Ning Zhao in front of others, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Jin Yuan and Murong Cheng.

After all, they not only know a lot about the way of calligraphy and painting, but also have a much more noble status than her.

And the woman next to Ning Lian didn't know Jin Yuan's identity, and her demeaning words blurted out: "Whether it's this composition or artistic conception, it's far from it, I've seen Lian'er's paintings, but they are much more gorgeous than this painting." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from nowhere.

The woman's face turned pale, and she didn't know what she had said wrong.

Murong Cheng was also speechless, and looked at her with a little more fierceness: "You can't even tell the types of this painting, and you put different kinds of paintings together at will, so you can see that you don't know anything about painting, so what kind of face do you have to judge here?" ”

was scolded by the prince in person, the woman only felt embarrassed and embarrassed, and pulled Ning Lian's sleeve to let her say a few words for herself, but Ning Lian didn't dare to act rashly at the moment.

Murong Cheng faced everyone again, and said loudly: "Second Miss Ning is a guest invited by this palace, if you have any questions, you can come to this palace to discuss." ”

Seeing that everyone was silent, Murong Cheng turned to look at Ning Zhao and handed the painting back to her: "Today is a poetry meeting, but I never thought that it was a blessing for everyone present to see such an excellent painting by Ning Er. ”

There were also people who began to agree, after all, they were really attracted to the painting in the first place.

And the few people who deliberately belittled Ning Zhao before were eager to bury their heads in the ground, especially the woman who had satirized Ning Zhao before and followed Ning Zhao to the poetry club, her face was even more pale.

Ning Jian didn't expect that his original intention was to make Ning Zhao look ugly, but in turn he made her so much in the limelight.

That breath was still stuck in his heart, and the eyes that looked at Ning Zhao were also full of hidden resentment and jealousy.

The poetry meeting continued, and Ning Lian's group of people lost their face to stay here any longer, and they all left in disgrace on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Ning Zhao returned to his previous seat, and overheard someone next to him talking: "That is this year's new champion Jin Yuan, who has a very sacred heart." ”

"So that's Jin Yuan? I only listened to his name and didn't listen to his people before, but I didn't expect to meet here, and he was really a gentleman. ”

Ning Zhao took a sip of tea, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Sure enough, no matter where this person is, he is the focus of everyone's discussion.

It wasn't until the end of the poetry meeting that Ning Zhao was ready to go home, but she suddenly found that Ning Zhao had also taken the carriage with her when she left.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the Taifu Mansion, and when Ning Zhao was about to walk back slowly, he was called again.

"Second Miss Ning, please stay."

It's still the sound of the willows blowing in the breeze.

Ning Zhao turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "I don't know what else is going on with Lord Jin?" ”

"I am going to visit the Taifu Mansion at the Inferior Meeting, I wonder if the second girl Ning can enjoy the light and go back to the house in the next place?"

Jin Yuan was still wearing a snow-white robe, his eyebrows and eyes were warm, standing under the willow tree, the breeze was blowing, and the catkins were fluttering in his hair.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment.