Not to mention, Mrs. Lu is really a person who loves flowers, this peony garden is very neatly maintained, at first glance, it is often pruned, there are no extra residual branches and leaves, the color of the flowers is also rich, red, pink, white, green, yellow, some petals also have a few drops of dewdrops, and what is even more rare is that it also attracts several colorful butterflies and dragonflies in the fluttering.

There is no little girl who doesn't like flowers, no, as soon as she sees these blooming peonies, she is excited, some bend down to smell the fragrance, some take out silk handkerchiefs to flutter butterflies, and some hold hands and chant.

"It's so beautiful, Sister Yan, can you help me draw a peony picture, I'll embroider a peony when I go back, and I'm going to paint the butterflies together." Zhou Wan made a request.

There were five or six people with Zhou Wan's request, these people had seen her painting skills yesterday, so Yan Yan couldn't shirk it, so he ordered Qing Glaze to go back and get charcoal, and by the way, help her get a few cushions.

Qing Glaze soon brought Qing Yu and two mothers-in-law over, not only sent Yan Yan's album and brushes, but also sent tea and a few snacks, because there is a small pavilion here in the peony garden, which is specially used for people to enjoy the flowers.

Yan Yan helped Qing He into the pavilion, Qing Glaze put the album and brushes on the stone table, and soon someone stepped forward to look at it.

Yan Yan's album is full of embroidery designed by her these days, some for the embroidery village, and some for Qinghe, girls are generally interested in these, five or six heads are crowded together and chirping.

Yan Yan was not annoyed when he saw this, he took a glass of white water and sipped it slowly, sometimes listening to their comments, sometimes squinting at the flowers and butterflies outside.

After about a quarter of an hour, these people sent the album and brushes to Yan Yan, and Yan Yan began to paint.

She still used charcoal, and soon sketched a picture of a peony butterfly, although it was not colored, but it was enough for embroidery, and the color could be adjusted by herself.

Who knew that when she was concentrating on painting, Mrs. Lu came over with a group of people, including Yan Yu, who also came to see the peony, but she happened to catch up with Yan Yan to paint, and stood beside her with interest one by one.

It may be that the butterflies painted by Yan Yan are too vivid, and in their words, they can see the vibration of their wings, so everyone was amazed and questioned her.

Fortunately, Yan Yan had explained before that she learned to use charcoal because she was drawing embroidery, but she also prevaricated, but in this way, everyone was also interested in her ink paintings.

Seeing this, Yan Yan had to order someone to get a pen and paper and a chair for the older generation to sit on.

I don't know if it's because Yan Yan's movement is too big or something else, but he quickly attracted the Zhu family's guests again, and Lu You, Lu Ming, Zhao Hong, and Wu Zhe followed.

Because everyone is relatives and friends, and it is a happy day for Lu Ming to get married, there is no way to avoid suspicion in the past two days, and besides, these people are indeed curious about Yan Yan's painting skills.

Because the pavilion was not big, the people brought by Mrs. Lu filled the pavilion, Zhou Wan, Wu Xu, Lu Ji and others all stood on the extension, and Zhao Hong, Wu Zhe and others could only stretch their necks outside the pavilion and look inside.

However, they saw Yan Yan's charcoal drawing, and Zhou Wan got the first one, which spread among everyone.

After a while, Qingyu Qingglaze sent Yan Yan a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Yan Yan spread the paper on the stone table, got up and stood up, bent down and picked up the brush and drew it carefully.

This kind of ink painting does not need to be very similar, the most important thing is that it is god-like, and there is also an artistic conception, Yan Yan has seen many famous works in the previous life, and in this life she has the foundation of the original owner, so she is not afraid at all.

After about half an hour, Yan Yan completed an ink peony drawing, with flowers, leaves, butterflies, and a few rocks next to it, and a phoenix with wings spread standing on the rocks.

"I'm sorry, time is tight, I can only scribble in a hurry, and please don't laugh at me." Yan Yan smiled at everyone after putting away his pen, only to find that there were so many people inside and outside the pavilion.

"Eldest nephew and daughter-in-law, how many years have you studied painting?" Lu Miao was a little surprised to see that Yan Yan had handed over a superb work in such a short period of time.

"Back to my aunt and grandmother, I started studying at the age of six, and it's been ten years." Yan Yan replied respectfully.

"Sister Yan, can you write a peony poem on the spot, I have seen your embroidery skills, painting skills and calligraphy, but I haven't officially seen your poetry and cooking skills. Good sister, you can write a poem. Zhou Wan coaxed, squeezing her eyebrows at Yan Yan as she spoke.

"Okay, don't make trouble, write poems with a calm mind, there will be so many people, where can you write any good poems?" Yan Yan refused.

"Da Lang's daughter-in-law, you can make a song, it just so happens that we old antiques also take a look and open our eyes." When Mrs. Lu saw this grandson and daughter-in-law giving her a long face like this, she also agreed.

"Yes, Da Lang's daughter-in-law, give me this painting after I finish writing, I like it, it's not mine, I've been here for a few days, and I didn't even give you a decent meeting gift, so I just went back and made it up." Lu Miao said.

Yan Yan couldn't get rid of it, so she had to close her eyes and ponder, she was searching for poems about peonies after the Song Dynasty in the previous life, she couldn't think of any good poems in such a short time, so she could only borrow them.

But the problem is that she can't think of a complete peony poem for a while, it can only be one or two classics, but she remembered the begonia poems and chrysanthemum poems written by Lin Daiyu in "", so, after a little pondering, Yan Yan inscribed a poem in the upper right corner of the painting:

"I don't know if I want to return to the public, and I muttered that it was late to knock on the clouds.

Thousands of purples and thousands of red are true national colors, who is the same flower blooming for?

How lonely is it in the cold of the garden, and the wild goose can be lovesick?

If there is no talk in the world, why not talk about it. ”

In order to meet the occasion, Yan Yan made a slight change in this poem, "Autumn Love" was changed to "Spring Return", "East Fence" was changed to "Yun Wan", it is also Yan Yan's luck, because this pavilion of the Lu family happens to be called "Evening Cloud Pavilion", in order to rhyme, Yan Yan changed it to "Yun Wan", and "Lonely Standard Proud World with Who Hides" was changed to "Ten Thousand Purples and Thousands of Red True National Colors" to point out that the theme is Yong Peony, "For the Bottom Late" was changed to "For Who Yan", and the rest was to change "Ting Frost" to "Ting Han", this season is obviously without frost, However, it is still a little cold, and this change is not a big problem, and in the end it is to change the "goose return" to "goose come", autumn is to return, spring is to come.

Mr. Cao has always loved Lin Daiyu, so Lin Daiyu's poem Yan Yan doesn't need to think too much, he will definitely be able to amaze this cadre.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Yan finished writing here, Zhou Wan and the others over there began to read it out loud, and soon attracted people from the outer circle.