His spear was taken by someone else to attack his shield, and Zhang Shuyue was blocked for a while, unable to speak.

Not far from her, there was a girl in purple standing by the window, and she snorted when she saw this.

"Sure enough, the tent is small, and it can't be on the table. No, it won't, just admit it, say something full of poetry and books, and make people laugh. ”

Ji Yu knows her, the daughter of the Sincere Bofu, that is, Di Rong's sister - Di Yue.

Di Yue hasn't looked at Ji Yu with a straight eye since she entered the park, others will more or less talk about face, but she is perfunctory and lazy, and the word disdain is almost engraved on her mind.

Ji Yu sighed with emotion, she is worthy of being a sister and brother with Xiao Suan, and her virtue of looking down on people is really the same.

"Maybe it's Miss Di's bad ears, I just said that I'm not good at this."

Di Yue sneered: "It's just that you're not good at it? So what do you say? Piano, chess, books, paintings, you can choose, show you a hand, and see how capable the women who come out of your small place are. ”

Ji Yu said without being salty or indifferent: "Those things are just for pleasure, but you don't have to take them too seriously, at least not as heavy as three meals a day." If you can't cook, you can't see anyone starving to death, and if you can't play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you can't live? ”

Di Yue lowered his face coldly: "You are willing to admit that you will not be fine, why bother to talk about everything." ”

Jing Mingzhu secretly pulled Ji Yu, turned to Di Yue and said, "She's playing with you, don't believe her." ”

Facing Jing Mingzhu, Di Yue's face softened a lot: "I just don't know what she will do." ”

Zhang Shuyue said in a timely manner: "It can't be cooking, right?" Then we have oral today. ”

Di Yue pursed his lips: "The farmer's family grows up, and it's not uncommon for him to be able to cook, but it's a little hard to handle......

This drew several muffled laughs.

Ji Yu didn't look at who was laughing, they felt that they couldn't take it, and she still felt that they didn't deserve to eat.

"Everyone has their own expertise, but you don't have to compare the high, as Ji Yu said, it's just something to enjoy in your spare time."

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Jing Mingzhu has a good temper and never blushes with people easily, although there is still a smile on her face at the moment, the smile has faded a lot.

It's no wonder that she is unhappy, Ji Yu was invited by her, but she was embarrassed in public, which is equivalent to her face.

Di Yue was silent, Zhang Shuyue knew that it was not good to do too much, so she hurriedly said: "It's just a joke, I know a new sister, I inevitably want to know more about ......"

Jing Mingzhu returned to her smiling appearance.

"If you want to know, just ask me, and I know what she's going to do."

The meaning of these words is very intriguing.

Jing Mingzhu's identity is there, and there are many people who want to be good friends with her. Jing Mingzhu is good to everyone, so she seems to be the same to everyone, and the one who is really kind is Zheng Huarui.

I didn't expect that there is another Ji Yu now.

Zhang Shuyue turned her face slightly, buzzing like a mosquito: "Your cousin is good enough, Mingzhu treats her more than you, she is ...... than you."

Wei Jiayan's hand holding the handkerchief tightened, but her face did not show anything.

"Sister Yu is really loved."

"You are a good bully, Mama Zhuang told me, if you continue to endure like this, you will be excluded from the Hou Mansion."

Zhang Shuyue was very upset for her, so she took Jing Mingzhu's words and asked Ji Yu what she was good at.

"You don't have to be better than the other, it's just to have fun, it's always okay, right?"

Jing Mingzhu glanced at Ji Yu: "Since it must be compared, let's compare it to painting." ”

Paint?

Many people's eyes widened in surprise.

If you compare poetry, you won't be able to recite two sentences, and you can make up a few limerick poems to deal with it.

It's not so easy to fool than drawing, if you don't have a solid foundation, you will be timid as soon as you put down the pen, and then you are afraid that it will be more embarrassing.

"Coincidentally, Jia Yan is also good at painting, and you are relatives, so it's better to compare with you, so as not to say that we bully people, right?"

Zhang Shuyue's words really won a lot of echoes.

Obviously, everyone is reluctant to compare with Ji Yu, not to mention that there is no sense of accomplishment when they win, and they offend people in vain.

So Wei Jiayan was pushed out.

When the maids arranged the space to prepare things, Jing Mingzhu pulled Ji Yu aside.

"Don't blame me for making up my mind, I know you don't want to be in the limelight, but they've made up their minds to embarrass you, and if you don't, you'll be called a straw bale right away. Maybe you don't care, but with this name, if you want to move around the provinces in the future, I'm just afraid of ......"

Ji Yu frowned, and immediately let go.

Jing Mingzhu reminded her that if she couldn't move around the mansions, then the significance of her return to the Hanchang Marquis Mansion would be half less.

"Let's compare."

It's already set up over there.

In the center are two bookcases, on which the paper is paved, and all kinds of pigments are readily available.

The two tables were just opposite each other, and Wei Jiayan stood in her place, looking at Ji Yu with a slightly worried gaze.

"Xiaoyu, you ......"

Ji Yu turned a deaf ear.

On the pen stand next to her, there were sheep's hairs for accentuation, wolf's hairs for outlining, and both rigidity and softness, and she picked one she needed and started to write.

Zhang Shuyue persuaded Wei Jiayan: "People don't appreciate it, forget it, don't let it go, rely on your ability." ”

Wei Jiayan's gaze withdrew from Ji Yu, shook her head a little helplessly, and then leaned over to put down the pen.

Don't look at Ji Yu's attitude of devoting herself to artistic creation, in fact, she has no impulse to create at all. Knowing what the purpose of the creation was, she didn't bother to use her brain, thinking about whether to choose a piece of famous paintings from the past dynasties to copy, such as the picture of a sunny day when the snow is fast, the picture of a fisherman in the autumn river, and so on.

Then I felt that it was inappropriate, wasn't that the same as reciting a poem?

You can't be labeled as a straw bale, and you can't be too showy......

The pins in the flower hall could be heard, and in order not to disturb them, everyone did not come forward, and they were still sitting in their places.

During this period, some people were in a hurry, and went downstairs together, and when they came back from shopping around the remaining half of the garden, they drank tea again, and the two people who painted finally put down their pens one after another.

Because Wei Jiayan was the first to finish, it was her that was the first to be evaluated.

It is a sub-garden landscape map, on which the strange rocks are craggy, the ancient trees are secluded, and they are mixed together, but they complement each other. Seeing both the foundation and the context, several other people who are good at painting also sighed to themselves.

And the corner of the wonderful garden she intercepted is the place she passed before, which shows its delicate and thoughtful place.

Everyone praised each other, and Wei Jiayan was humble.

Zhang Shuyue looked at Ji Yu sideways, as if she had already lost.

The only one present who had confidence in Ji Yu was probably the Jing Mingzhu who had accidentally seen Ji Yu's paintings at Wanping Inn.

When the maid took the long drawing paper off the case and showed it to everyone, Jing Mingzhu was the first to be stunned.

"This ......"

"It's ......"