The Yuan family carved beams and painted buildings, rich and magnificent, but a little deserted.

There is no human figure in the huge courtyard, and the grass and trees have withered in winter, faintly glowing with new green, and there is no flower.

Su Jinluan looked around hastily, and didn't have the heart to enjoy the scenery, so he hurried to the main hall.

Fangcao was so nervous that she whispered to her.

"The weather in this capital is cooler than our Hejian Mansion, I just went out for a turn, the apricot blossoms only bloomed one or two, the spring is blooming well, I picked some back to insert the bottle, Miss see?"

"See."

Su Jinluan was the opposite of her, she would talk less when she was nervous, and her mind kept simulating the scene when she met Su Shenzhi, and she was typing back and forth.

Fangcao also knew her young lady's temperament, and seeing that she was not much interested in talking, she also stopped her mouth and handed over a bag of sugar.

"Rose pine nut candy, a small bag costs two taels of silver, it's precious, Miss try it."

Su Jinluan took one and motioned for her to keep it for herself.

The sugar cube melted into the mouth and soothed the restless mood.

Su Jinluan relaxed his eyebrows, seeing that the main room was close in front of him, he hurriedly clicked and swallowed the candy cubes, and before entering the door, he tidied up his appearance a little, raised his hand to knock on the door, and walked in.

"Your Excellency."

Su Jinluan first bowed slightly to Yuan Changgeng, who was sitting upright on the main seat, and then saluted another young official who was inexplicably familiar with him.

Su Shenzhi stood up, sideways to avoid, and looked at her in surprise.

Yuan Changgeng put down the teacup and got up to introduce it on his behalf.

"This is Su Shenzhi, the eldest son of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, this is Su Jinluan. Let's talk about it, brother and sister. ”

With that, he strode away, leaving room for the two of them to talk.

Su Jinluan was shocked by his straightforward posture, and all the preparations he had made before were in vain.

This is a showdown with Su Shenzhi who has already pried open the assassin's mouth?

Su Jinluan pursed his lips, his mouth was so sweet that he was greasy, and he suddenly wanted to drink water.

"Master Su, sit down and talk."

Su Jinluan chose the chair opposite him and sat down, looked at the dumbfounded Fangcao, and asked her to pour herself a cup of tea.

Fangcao looked back and forth at the two of them, her eyes full of surprise.

This Chong looks like this, saying that the two are not blood relatives, and the blind don't believe it!

I don't know what Su Jinmo looks like, whether she is also close to the Yang family.

Su Jinluan drank half a cup of tea, and his mind settled down with the tea leaves that sank to the bottom of the cup.

"Master Su, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."

Su Shenzhi was stunned, his complex and exposed expression was restrained, and he greeted him calmly.

"You're welcome, girl."

"I heard that the girl was born in Xiushui Village, Hot Spring Town, Hejian Province? Is the surname Yang in the family? ”

Su Shenzhi asked, wanting to master the rhythm of the conversation.

Su Jinluan opened the crossbody bag and pretended to accidentally drop the copied "Three Character Classic".

She pretended to be shy embarrassed, and secretly lost her eyes to stop the herb from picking it up.

Su Shenzhi saw her obvious caution in his eyes, followed her mind noncommittally, leaned over to pick up the fallen paper, and did not scan the contents of it very gentlemanly.

Su Jinluan saw that he put the manuscript in front of her with both hands disrespectfully, bit her lower lip in disappointment, and pulled out the sketch she had drawn for the Yang family couple in advance from her head and handed it over.

"I know it's a big deal, and it sounds a little bizarre, but it's too cumbersome to explain, and it's probably the same as what Lord Yuan told you."

"This is the portrait of Yang Yanquan and his wife, there are eight or nine points of portrait, you can see if it is familiar."

"You may have noticed that I have some resemblance to you in appearance, which may be a coincidence; But if Su Jinmo is also similar to the Yang family, then it will explain the problem. ”

Su Shenzhi silently took the two portraits, measured half a cup of tea, and then raised his eyes and asked:

"You said you painted it?"

Su Jinluan nodded without any heart.

In her last life, she couldn't run and play because of a serious heart attack, and she spent her days with books, and painting was one of her few hobbies, or she was self-taught.

She taught sketching in art class, and the teacher praised her for her aura. However, she prefers to draw comics because they can be given as gifts to teachers and classmates.

There are too many festivals in a year, birthdays, Spring Festival, Children's Day, Teacher's Day, Christmas, New Year's Day, she can't afford to give other gifts, so she has to change the pattern to do handicrafts, greeting cards are even bigger, fortunately, teachers and classmates do not dislike it.

In order to prove that he was not a straw bag without learning and skills, Su Jinluan took out charcoal white paper from his satchel on the spot and drew it.

Three or two strokes outlined a Q version of the villain, and Su Jinluan confidently pushed it over and told him to see.

"Ah, Miss is really like it!"

Fangcao praised the venue, thinking that she would ask the young lady for a portrait when she turned around, and send it back to her family, so that her mother would miss her too much, and hide in the bed at night and cry secretly.

Su Shenzhi looked at the small little man on the paper, with a big head and a small body, and his facial features were slightly exaggerated, but he could see that he was like himself at a glance, and he couldn't help but turn some thoughts in his heart that were not humane.

"These two ways of painting are not common."

Su Jinluan nodded generously:

"Yes, I got it from my dreams, and I dreamed for a thousand years!"

If you want to convince others, you must first believe in it. Regarding the nonsense of meeting immortals in dreams, she has become perfect with practice.

She took the opportunity to pick up the neglected "Three Character Classic" and handed it over with a smile.

"Su Gongzi's talent, I have admired it for a long time. I would like to ask Su Gongzi Yazheng to help revise the inappropriate parts of this "Three Character Classic", and I intend to print it, promote it in the world, and help me to enlighten young children. ”

She smiled and said the prepared golden sentence:

"Education is the foundation of a country. Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people, the wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wealth of the youth is the wealth of the country, and the strength of the youth is the strength of the country! ”

Su Shenzhi was startled, and looked at her fixedly, as if he was smacking these words.

After a long time, he sighed and bowed.

"Chaowen said, it is okay to die at night. Xie Jun gave advice. ”

Su Jinluan hurriedly stood up and waved his hand again and again.

"I also borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, not my original."

Su Shenzhi saw that she didn't take credit, her eyes flashed, and she didn't know if she remembered Su Jinmo, who was only famous in the house, and her expression was quite complicated.

He got up, solemnly picked up the manuscripts of the "Three Character Classic", and read them carefully.

Then, my face couldn't help but change!

Su Jinluan pursed his lips and spoke diligently:

"Why don't I read it? You know, I didn't go to school, so I can't write this handwriting, but it's actually the font in my dreams. It's not the same as we have here, right? ”

Su Shenzhi meaningfully returned the manuscript to her, without commenting on it.

The strokes of the words are not written correctly, and those who lack arms and legs can be said to have not learned well;

But the skill of writing, the structure of the font between the frames, and even the creation of their own fonts are their own, which is not something that can be done by copying them for a day or two.

But she didn't want to admit it, so he didn't expose it first, and then looked at what medicine she sold in her gourd.