Yue'er picked up her heart, this is a picture of Lamei, but there is not a single Lamei on the painting now.

I saw that Zhaoju finished painting the dead branches, picked up the cinnabar, and used the end of a brush to hit the color combination, and knocked it three times in a row, and the cinnabar fell on the paper, and it turned into a plum.

At this time, Zhao Heng happened to walk to the tenth step.

Yue'er applauded: "Okay, what a picture of a beautiful Lamei, there are people, there are scenes!" ”

Zhao Zhen also praised: "Brother Sui Wang is really amazing, this is the first time I have seen such a freehand!" ”

Xuan Ling had to nod and said, "Okay, you are also rare." He thought that Zhaoju would ask him to write an inscription, and was thinking about whether to teach this kid a lesson, but saw that Zhaoju was holding a brush and did not hand it over.

"Duanfei Niangniang, this is a picture of Lamei, not a beauty Lamei, not a Lamei beauty, just because Lamei is a beauty, a beauty is Lamei, why do you need to do this more? Father just gave you the word, and now Xiao Wang also gave this painting to Concubine Duan, I don't know if you are willing to take it? ”

Yue'er owes a thank-you gift.

"King Sui gave me a painting, I dare not be ashamed."

Zhaoju stared at Yue'er, handed over the brush, and said, "Please ask Niangniang to inscribe Lameitu——"

Yue'er's heart tightened, what did Zhaoju mean, did he see the flaws and began to doubt his identity?

Xuan Ling laughed and said, "Concubine Duan, how is your handwriting, don't break this painting!" ”

Yue'er pushed away Zhaoju's pen and said, "Your Majesty is right, how can you get your hands on the concubine's words, don't ruin such a good painting." ”

Hearing Yue'er say this, Xuan Ling shook his head and smiled: "It's not so good, Yu'er, you just practice the pen, I want to see what kind of bad method your words are!" "He no longer calls Yue'er Duanfei, but calls her Yu'er, which is obviously a little closer.

Yue'er was helpless, so she had to take the pen and walk to the painting, she would only be in European style, and she couldn't graffiti indiscriminately, so she pondered for a while, and wrote down the three words of Lameitu, her words were very neat, not beautiful, but with this messy cloak painting, it was a contrast and complement each other.

The suspicion in Zhaoju's eyes was even heavier, he looked at Yue'er and asked, "Niangniang, have you been practicing European sports?" ”

Yue'er said in a panic: "Yes, yes." ”

Xuan Ling stroked his beard, nodded and said: "This word owes a little heat, but the work is neat, it looks very comfortable, I didn't expect that Concubine Duan can sing, dance and write, and she can be regarded as an all-rounder, so I am very surprised, very unexpected!" ”

Zhao Zhen quietly gave Yue'er a thumbs up, looking admiring.

At this time, Gonggong Tong returned to Baiyu Hall with a guqin.

Xuan Ling beckoned and said to Yue'er: "Yu'er, you can play a song of mountains and flowing water for them!" ”

Zhao Zhen rushed to clean up the four treasures of the study on the stone table.

Yue'er felt very uneasy in her heart, she vaguely felt that Zhaoju had already seen her identity, but she couldn't shirk it at this time.

A little eunuch helped Yue'er move a chair.

Qin is still the same as yesterday's Qin, but Yue'er's heart is a little confused, she knows that Zhaoju is watching her behind her back, if the Nine Emperors see their identity, what should they do, will he expose himself?

Yue'er pressed her chest with one hand and let out a long breath, at this time she stabilized her mind, put her hands down, tried a few notes on the strings, and began to play.

A string of piano sounds flowed out, the mountains looked up, melodious and selfless, and then the water was murmuring, clear and innocent.

Zhaoju started the beat, and he actually sang in a low voice, which was the "Bamboo Branch Words" that Yue'er sang yesterday.

"The willows are green and the river is level, I hear the singing on the Lang River, the sun rises in the east and the rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny-"

Zhaoju's voice was low and deep, he sang it again, Xuan Ling and Zhao Heng also beat it, Yue'er felt that she and Zhao Ju seemed to have a heart, not only sang the same words as she chose yesterday, but also seemed to have rehearsed many times between the piano songs, and at the same time she felt that Xuan Ling's family was not like an emperor, but more like a calligrapher, a painter, and a musician.

At this time, Xuan Ling nodded to Yue'er with a beat. Motioned for her to show her singing voice.

Yue'er had to sing, she wanted to use Duanfei's tone, but as soon as the song came out, she knew that she couldn't control it, anyway, Zhaoju was already suspicious, so she simply let go of her voice.

Xuan Ling beat the beat, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked intoxicated.

As soon as Yue'er spoke, Zhaoju stopped, he had heard Yue'er's singing, if it was just speculation before, now it is a deep suspicion.

Zhao Zhen's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine that Concubine Duan not only played well, but also sang so beautifully, even the musicians and singers in the palace were not as good as Yue'er.

The end of the song.

Xuan Ling applauded: "Okay, play well, sing better!" ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes were full of admiration.

"Concubine Duan is so powerful, father, why didn't I know before?"

Xuan Ling snorted and said secretly: "Don't say you don't know, even I don't know, it seems that a beautiful woman is really buried!" He thought about the former concubine, but he only remembered that she was a little girl with a pungent temperament, and as soon as she came, she made a small temperament, and the queen taught her the rules, but she was disfigured somehow, and then no one mentioned it, and she didn't ask.

"Ju'er, what do you think of Duanfei and Xiaohuakui?"

Xuan Ling looked at Zhao Ju and said half-jokingly.

Zhaoju hurriedly saluted.

"Father, Concubine Duan does have a tactful singing voice and excellent piano skills."

"Don't you think you're as good as that little Oiran?"

Zhaoju hesitated and replied: "No, Erchen thinks that they seem to have a lot of similarities, and if they compete together, they can break the ranks!" ”

Xuan Ling snorted.

"You still can't let go of the little Oiran, you want me to let her enter the palace, don't think about it!"

"Erchen doesn't dare."

Xuan Ling walked to the stone table, picked up the brush and wrote two more words, his words are indeed dragon and phoenix dancing, he can be called a generation of grandmasters.

Zhao Heng and others applauded together.

At this time, Gonggong Tong whispered in Xuan Ling's ear: "Your Majesty, it's not too early, you have been staying in Baiyu Hall for more than an hour, is it time to go?" ”

Xuan Ling looked displeased.

"What's the arrangement?"

"Your Majesty, you promised Lord Sikong to talk about things in Chun Nuan Pavilion."

"You tell that old stubborn that I am in a bad mood today, and I want him to write an excerpt about something, remember, no more than two hundred words, and the rest will be said tomorrow!"

"Yes—"

Yue'er heard Xuan Ling say this, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, saying that when she was lazy today, it didn't seem to be a lie, but she didn't know what else Xuan Ling had to do?

Xuan Ling said to Zhao Heng and the others: "Okay, it's not too early today, you go back, and come back in three days!" ”

Zhaoju bowed and said: "Father, you just said that your sons can paint in ten steps, and they can enter the palace every day to accompany you to paint, can you start tomorrow?" ”

Xuan Ling nodded, Yue'er's heart was pounding, Zhaoju made an excuse to enter the palace, did he want to come to himself?

"You're not going to find that little Oiran?"

"Erchen will follow his father's teachings, and he will not do ridiculous things in the future, and he will not go."

Zhaoju glanced at Yue'er cautiously as he spoke.

"Very good, you have finally opened your mind, you two went back and thought about it behind closed doors, did you hear?"

"Yes, my son obeys."

Zhaoju and Zhaoheng knelt down and kowtowed together.

When the three princes left, Xuan Ling looked at Yue'er proudly and said, "Yu'er, come here, I will teach you to write!" He wrote a southern character and handed the pen to Yue'er.

Yue'er said secretly in her heart: "Could it be that the emperor stayed here to teach me to write?" ”

"You write it again!"

Yue'er took the pen and wrote a south according to the way.

"Okay, yes, you write horizontally and vertically, it's still a bit basic, it's just that the way you move the pen is wrong, come, I will teach you!"

Xuan Ling grabbed Yue'er's little hand and wrote it one stroke at a time, Yue'er smelled a faint masculine aura on Xuan Ling's body, and couldn't help but blush, but she was wearing a very thin human skin mask, and Xuan Ling couldn't see it.

A southern character was written dozens of times, and Xuan Ling taught Yue'er to write human characters, although this word is simple, it is still a little difficult to write well, but Yue'er is dexterous and intelligent, and quickly writes decently, Xuan Ling praised again and again, and then taught her to write a few words with a clear structure.

It took more than an hour to write like this, during which the father-in-law served a snack, and the two of them wrote after eating the snack.