"This painting must be worthy of good poetry, if there is no good poetry, it is better to have no poetry." Cai Hongwen's words, everyone nodded in agreement.

"There are a lot of poems that praise peonies, so it's better to let Boss Zhu choose a topic by himself." Song Chuanxiao looked at Zhu Yuanyuan slyly, "Seriously, Boss Zhu can draw such a masterpiece, but he can't write poetry, why don't I believe it, the contemptible person really wants to see Boss Zhu's poems, so don't hide it." ”

Zhu Yuanyuan smiled helplessly, "I really haven't studied poetry, I can only play the piano and paint, and I studied medicine for a year." ”

"Why don't you learn?" Song Chuanxiao asked.

"Because the teacher won't either!"

This answer made everyone dumbfounded, it was unbelievable that he could not compose poetry with such painting skills.

Zhu Yuanyuan didn't seem to see everyone's strange expressions, and You Zi said to herself there, "But I read a book and saw a poem, it's very well written, can you help me listen to it." ”

"Jinyuan is full of famous flowers, and the barriers are clustered with yarn, and the grace of the king is like spring, and the peony branches are prosperous."

"Hey, this poem..." Jiang County's eyes lit up.

"Wonderful! Anthropomorphic with flowers, this poem is about a wealthy woman, trapped in etiquette, at home all day long husband and children, although brocade clothes and food, but not free, this lock word is used wonderfully. Gao Chongwen looked appreciative.

"Considering the grace of the monarch like spring, the peony branches are prosperous, and with the grace of the husband, you can stand alone and enjoy prosperity, this poem is well written." Mrs. Jiang seemed to be quite touched.

"Boss Zhu, do you know who wrote this poem?" Cai Hongwen did not like it, but was more serious.

"I don't know, I read the book and saw it, and I remembered it because I thought it was a good poem, what's the matter?" Zhu Yuanyuan

"The poem seems to come from ......." The folding fan in Cai Hongwen's hand pointed in one direction, and the unfinished words pointed to something.

"You mean the palace, right? Yes, it was indeed done by the women of the deep palace, but who did it, the history is too long to be exquisite. Zhu Yuanyuan answered Cai Hongwen's question affirmatively.

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

The poems that circulated in the inner courtyard of the palace were from the previous dynasty, but if they were from a certain concubine of the current dynasty, or the queen, it was not good to circulate widely in private, and those who angered the nobles would be questioned.

"The poem is a good poem, and the painting is also a good painting, so it is better for Boss Zhu to personally inscribe the poem and give this peony picture a complete." Song Chuanxiao has always been indifferent, only appreciating paintings and poems, and has not scruples about the origin of poems like everyone else.

"Uh......." Zhu Yuanyuan showed embarrassment, "My handwriting is not good, and I can't see people at all." ”

"Isn't it, you can't even write?" Ma Manyun thought that he had found the weakness of attacking Zhu Yuanyuan, so he couldn't wait to speak.

Zhu Yuanyuan swept away the embarrassment and said open-mindedly: "I don't know how to write." ”

"You can't even write, and if I hadn't seen you paint, I'd have suspected that this painting came from you." Wu Bichun said sarcastically, she was the daughter of a jewelry store and wanted to get close to Ma Manyun, Ma Manyun didn't like Zhu Yuanyuan, whether it was right or not, she also agreed.

"There is nothing strange about it, being able to write does not mean that you can compose poetry, being able to draw does not mean that you can play the piano, calligraphy, composing poetry, painting, and playing the piano are all in their own field, and they cannot be the same." Zhu Yuanyuan's words changed, "Moreover, I can write, but I can't write calligraphy." ”

Zhu Yuanyuan took out a gel pen from the purse around her waist, walked to the bookcase, and wrote the poem she had just read on rice paper.

The handwriting was beautiful and neat, Ma Manyun and Wu Bichun glanced at each other, pursed their lips and stopped talking.

"You're chic, you don't need to dip in ink, can you show me." Jiang County Ling knew that Zhu Yuanyuan had strange goods in his hands, and this pen was also from overseas, so he became curious.

Zhu Yuanyuan handed over the pen, and then gave up her position and asked Jiang County to try the pen.

Jiang County ordered Sha Sha to write a few words, "I really don't need to dip in ink, I go out to work, and it is much more convenient to bring such a pen." ”

Zhu Yuanyuan is as good as a stream, "Then this pen will be given to Master Jiang." ”

"I'm sorry about that." said that he was embarrassed, but Jiang County Ling held the pen and refused to let go.

"Master Jiang, show us too." Tang Mancang licked his face and stretched out his hand, and the others were unwilling, "Let's try it too." ”

A group of men rushed to and fro as if children had got new toys, and the women were excluded, so Mrs. Jiang simply called the troupe to start the gong and led the ladies and ladies to watch the play.

What Xiaosheng Huadan was babbling on the stage, Zhu Yuanyuan couldn't understand it, but the tactful voice was quite good, but the faint sound of discussion was not very pleasant.

Mrs. Wang teased: "Mrs. Han, didn't you say that your little daughter-in-law has a temper like you, you didn't tell the truth, obviously she is a talented girl, but she was said to have a violent temper." ”

Mrs. Tang blinked urgently, "In my opinion, it was your own temper that drove away such a good daughter-in-law, and now it's not going to end well." ”

Mrs. Jiang calmly assessed, "I look at that peony picture, it is extravagant and compelling, and it has the demeanor of everyone, I look at it coldly, she doesn't look like a person from a small family." Mrs. Jiang's expression was that I knew you were lying, and seeing how you explained, the idea of provoking trouble was almost clear.

The corners of Pei Ruolan's mouth showed a slight sneer, and her eyebrows were raised, "I just said that her temper is similar to mine, but I didn't say that she was born in a small portal and has a thick background." ”

Mrs. Jiang was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, she really didn't say it, only because Zhu Yuanyuan opened a grocery store and didn't have a maiden family, so everyone acquiesced to her humble background.

Mrs. Jiang's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and she leaned over with interest and asked, "What is your origin?" Where did it come from? ”

Pei Ruolan glanced at Zhu Yuanyuan not far away, her expression was deep, "Don't say." ”

Although the voice on the stage is loud enough, it is not far away, and it is too rude to sit such a blatant speaker.

Zhu Yuanyuan pursed her lips and swept around the people sitting next to her, Zhou Yuerong, Tang Shishi, and Miao Xirui didn't hear it, and the noise of gongs and drums obviously overshadowed the discussion over there, okay, she was very good at hearing.

The wives over there are long and short people, and the girls here can't keep their mouths idle.

Miao Xirui held her chin and asked Zhu Yuanyuan: "Sister Yuanyuan, you paint peonies so beautifully, do you often depict them?" ”

Without waiting for Zhu Yuanyuan to answer, Ma Manyun asked again, "Does Boss Zhu also plant famous peonies at home?" ”

Ming peony is rare, and money can't buy it, Ma Manyun just looks down on Zhu Yuanyuan's identity as a businessman, and deliberately wants to lose her face.

Zhu Yuanyuan didn't think so, she didn't need anyone to look up to it, she didn't need to rely on others, but because she had a system store, she didn't dare to be too public, others thought she was not worth mentioning, she could reduce the trouble.

Zhu Yuanyuan smiled indifferently, "I don't grow peonies at home, and painting is not my major, but I only learn it if I am interested, and I rarely paint it." ”

Ma Manyun choked, Zhu Yuanyuan looked at her indifferently, and didn't put her in her eyes, she was the daughter of the prefect, no one had given her a cold face like this, and the small fire in her heart turned into a big fire.

"And what is your major?" Although Ma Manyun tried his best to hide it, after all, he was young, and his tone couldn't help but become sharp.