Yesterday I played chess, today I wrote poetry, so tomorrow, will there be pianos and paintings waiting for me?

Song Qingyuan couldn't help but feel that this Qiao Gongzi seemed to be here to teach himself.

But why?

Could it be that the Queen Mother sent her to investigate the knowledge of her future granddaughter-in-law!

It doesn't make sense! Song Qingyuan shook his head.

She thought that with the shrewdness and wisdom of the current Queen Mother, she would not be such a superficial person.

If you want to teach, it will definitely not be in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It should pay more attention to a person's character.

Song Qingyuan put down his chopsticks, the soldiers came to block, and the water came to cover the earth.

Since this Qiao Gongzi has made up his mind to try her talents, then she will know his purpose sooner or later......

Song Qingyuan stood up, turned his head and looked at each other.

Qiao Yu's cold gaze still fell on her.

You are a god!

You don't have to eat!

Pity...... She doesn't play with him!

Song Qingyuan calmly looked away, returned upstairs, packed up his clothes, put them back in the carriage, and they were going to leave today.

When the carriage drove slowly, Song Qingyuan lifted the curtain.

Sure enough, I saw Qiao Yu riding a horse.

At this time, Yang Yunqing's head also leaned over and chuckled, "Yo! It's ...... keep up with us."

Yang Yunqing is already a little clever and good at observing words and feelings.

From Qiao Yu's demeanor, she quickly sensed that something was wrong.

It was no accident that they met Qiao Yu, this person seemed to have come specifically for Song Qingyuan.

"Yuan'er, do you know him?" Yang Yunqing asked.

"I don't know, I've never seen it!" Song Qingyuan shook his head and denied it.

Before that, not only did she not recognize Qiao Yu, she had never even heard of this name.

"That Qiao's family, or the queen's mother......"

Yang Yunqing wanted to speak and stopped.

Song Qingyuan immediately understood the meaning of Yang Yunqing's words, and still shook his head, "There has never been an intersection!" ”

"That's weird......" Yang Yunqing thought thoughtfully.

"It's weird......"

Song Qingyuan lowered the curtain and secretly guessed that maybe this person knew Xiao Jingduo......

After all, her only connection with Jingzhong is Xiao Jingduo, so this idea is both reasonable and reasonable.

However, she had never heard him mention from his family's Xiao Da that he had such a friend!

It's 10 o'clock in the afternoon.

The convoy stopped and rested in place.

The escorted officers are on defensive patrols.

The servants took out the pots and pans prepared in advance, built pots, picked up branches, lit fires, and cooked.

Yang Yunqing also assigned the two maids who were serving closely.

"Girl, I'm going to help......"

Redsleeves said, jumping out of the carriage.

"Wait a minute!" Song Qingyuan shouted, "Let's go together...... There is strength in numbers! ”

Song Qingyuan was not born to be Miss Jiao, she was used to doing this kind of thing by herself, whether it was in her previous life or in this life.

"Red Sleeves went fetch water...... My second sister-in-law and I went to pick up branches, and the two maids waited to wash the vegetables and make a fire. ”

Song Qingyuan assigned them one by one.

"What about me?"

Yang Yunqing saw that Song Qingyuan was doing it herself, and she was not idle, so she asked.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "Then come with us to pick up branches!" ”

"Good!" Yang Yunqing responded, and walked towards the forest not far away with Song Qingyuan and Shen Biqing.

The forest was large, full of green trees, and countless branches, caressed by the breeze, swaying wantonly.

It's like a fairy, dancing the most graceful dance.

There are also wildflowers not far away, blooming to their heart's content, like smiling faces, facing the sun, exuding joy.

All these things are blended together to form a tranquil and beautiful spring scene.

Song Qingyuan quickly shuttled through the forest, picked up the fallen branches one by one, gathered them together, tied them with wicker, and then held them in his arms, ready to go back.

As soon as he turned around, Qiao Yu's figure came into view.

I only listened to Qiao Yu on the other side, "The trees are shady, the branches are luxuriant, and the scenery is pleasant." ”

"Would Song Nongnu be willing to paint the beautiful scenery in this forest on paper?"

Draw?

Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes secretly.

Things were just as she expected, in addition to letting her play chess and compose poems, this Qiao Gongzi now began to let her draw again.

So chess, books, and paintings have come, but is the piano still far away......

"I don't want to!"

Song Qingyuan shook his head, hugged the branch he had just picked up, and took two steps forward.

Looking directly at Qiao Yudao, "How can the things left on paper depict the magnificence of nature!" ”

"Song Qingyuan really doesn't want to use his meager painting skills to tarnish this natural beauty."

As he spoke, Song Qingyuan laughed, and his voice changed.

"Of course, this is just a high-sounding word, if the real reason is ......"

"Me! Draw! No! Good! ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyuan hugged the branch and passed by Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu "......"

Turning to look at the departing back, Qiao Yu didn't know how to feel.

The purpose of his trip was avoided one by one and was not achieved.

If he said that his biggest feeling at the moment was probably ...... This woman is very "special"!

is completely different from the ladies he has seen in the past.

It is precisely because of this "specialness" that Qiao Yu is more persistent and asks Song Qingyuan to write poems and paint.

At night, when he found a place to stay, Qiao Yu turned his persistence into action.

"Please Song Nongnu inscription."

Qiao Yu slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand and put it on the table.

Song Qingyuan looked down and saw that the painting on it was the forest they passed by at noon.

Song Qingyuan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

asked her to paint, but she didn't paint, but Qiao Yu painted it herself and asked her to write a poem, which was really ......

Song Qingyuan was speechless.

But she had to admit that Qiao Yu's painting work was indeed superb.

The beautiful scenery she saw today was vividly depicted.

The grass and flowers in the woods seemed to have life, and they were truly displayed in front of her eyes.

Looking at it this way, there is really a poem that comes to mind.

"Red sleeves, take pen and ink to ......"

As soon as Song Qingyuan's words came out, he saw Qiao Yu beckoning.

It turned out that the pen and ink had been prepared for her, and the ink had been studied, and she didn't even need to do it again.

What thoughtful!

Song Qingyuan shook his head helplessly, picked up the pen and wrote a poem in willow style.

Jasper is made into a tree high

10,000 hanging down green silk

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves

The spring breeze in February is like scissors

As soon as the gesture was closed, Song Qingyuan picked up the words, slowly dried the ink on it, and smiled with satisfaction.

In qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, she has only worked calligraphy.

However, the efforts were not in vain, and the results were already visible at this point.

This beautiful willow font at least makes her feel pleasing to the eye!

"I don't know if Gongzi Qiao is still satisfied?" Song Qingyuan handed the painting back.

Qiao Yu took it with both hands, looked down, and read it softly.

"Jasper is made a tree high

10,000 hanging down green silk silk ......

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves

The spring breeze in February is like scissors"

"The spring breeze in February is like a scissors ......," Qiao Yu pondered.

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Chapter 1171 Inscription Poem