Wei Qingqing turned a deaf ear to Meng Jiang's words, and only looked at the beautiful snow scene outside the pavilion in a daze, "The glass world, the snow and the red plum, the plum garden in the snow is so beautiful......"

The white snowflakes are delicate and feminine, falling on the green walls and pavilions of Daiwa, falling on the tops of lush trees, and falling on the winding plum branches—the Daiwa borders, the white snow and red plums, like an ink painting with elegant colors.

This ink painting made Wei Qingqing feel familiar, and made her get carried away and immerse herself in the picturesque beauty like a demon.

Everything around her seemed to fade away from her, the noise was gradually cut off, and finally all that remained in her world was the beautiful, familiar snowy scene in front of her......

Gradually, the snow scene in front of him really changed into an ink painting, which clearly appeared in Wei Qingqing's mind.

She subconsciously laid out the paper, lifted the pen, splashed ink to paint, and drew the ink painting that came to mind.

She is extremely familiar with the pen from the pen to the pen, as if this is a painting she has once painted, how to move the pen, if the ink is splashed and the pen is clear!

Wei Qingqing painted an ink painting called "Burial of Plum Trees", in which the plum trees are bent by the heavy snow, and the red or white petals fall to the ground, and are swept into a rain of petals by the cold wind, which sets off the slender back of the plum tree in a desolate and lonely manner.

It was the back of a man.

He was covered in a large black fox fur, and although his figure was tall and slender, he was slightly emaciated.

He stood under the plum tree, motionless as the snowflakes and petals fell on his head and shoulder, and looked fixedly at the end of the Merlin, where a faint petite figure loomed, and the soft brocade feather cloak draped over her body rolled in the wind, as if with a hint of determination not to look back.

Wei Qingqing looked at the two distant backs in the painting, and felt inexplicably sour and sad in her heart, and a poem that suited the occasion immediately came to her mind - "Cover the snow and bury the cold plum, and the wind will send the shadow back." No one talks about the old things, but the things in the heart should be difficult to express. ”

She picked up the pen quickly, and soon put the poem in the blank space in the upper right corner, and subconsciously wrote it at the end after mentioning.

After the poem and painting were completed, Wei Qingqing did not put away the pen, still maintaining the posture of lifting the pen, and suddenly looked at the two backs in the painting...... It wasn't until the rice cake gently called her that she woke up from that subtle state of being unable to speak!

"Girl, you have a beautiful drawing!" The rice cake praised Wei Qingqing heartily while washing the pen.

"I drew it?" Wei Qingqing frowned and looked at the "Burial Plum Picture" on the case, and always felt that something was wrong.

She tried her best to think about it for a while, and gradually got a little impression of the scene she had painted before, but she was a little incredulous, "I really painted it!" It's just that when I was painting before, I was in a trance, thinking that I was painting, but I didn't feel that I was painting. ”

At this time, the rice cake that was helping Wei Qingqing paste the white paper at the place of payment suddenly said "Huh", "Yawen? Girl, why did you write the word 'Yawen' in the registration area? Is it your new nickname? Won't that servant have to call you Yawen Jushi in the future! ”

Wei Qingqing didn't seem to hear the joke of the rice cake, so she only slammed into the front of the painting, stared at the top with wide eyes and carefully looked at the payment on it, and sure enough, she wrote the words "Yawen Freehand" on the top.

Her heart trembled when she saw the word "Yawen" clearly - she had never given herself an alias!!

"Yawen" is not her alias, but Xiao Guifei's alias!!

Why did she involuntarily write the alias of Concubine Xiao when she made the payment?

Why did this painting and this poem appear in her mind?

Wei Qingqing was full of questions but didn't know who to ask for clarification, and what happened to her before was really unbelievable - she felt that she was painting, and it didn't seem that she was painting, as if she was possessed by some spirit at that moment!

Such a strange situation, even if she tells the truth, I'm afraid no one will believe it!

Wei Qingqing didn't want to cause trouble, so he re-picked up the pen to erase the word "Yawen", added a few more strokes to change it to branches and leaves, and then re-wrote the five words "Wei Qingqing Freehand".

She handed the painting back to the rice cake and instructed: "It's just a clerical error, Yawen is not my alias, you have to mention this name again in the future, remember?" ”

The rice cake nodded obediently "yes", and then hurriedly started to name Wei Qingqing.

Wei Qingqing didn't notice the movement of the rice cake, and only carefully recalled the scene of the previous painting, trying to find some clues from it to solve the mystery.

After she came back to her senses, she found that Rice Cake had taken the initiative to hand over her painting to Meng Jiang, and Meng Jiang and the others had taken the painting to the place where the male guests were composing poems in the west of the garden, thinking that they were going to send the painting to the male guests for evaluation.

Wei Qingqing secretly said "Oops", and counted the rice cakes with a depressed face, "I didn't say that I wanted to participate in the competition, and the poems and paintings are not made by me, how can you give it to Miss Meng Si as a competition work?" ”

Wei Qingqing really didn't plan to participate in the competition, so he never responded positively to Wei Xiangxiang and Meng Jiang's invitation.

She didn't plan to paint before, but for some reason, after seeing the snowy scene, she suddenly felt the scene and had a strong urge to paint, so she made a miracle to paint the "Plum Burial Picture".

It's all because she didn't make her clear in advance, so the rice cake mistakenly thought that she had made poems and paintings, and she was participating in the competition by default.

Sure enough, Rice Cake was full of confusion about Wei Qingqing's words, blinked at her pitifully, and asked in a tone that was both aggrieved and puzzled: "That painting was obviously painted by you, girl, why wasn't it made by you, girl?" ”

"Alas! I can't tell you for a while, let's hurry up and get my painting back! My painting really doesn't fit in for the competition! Wei Qingqing said and took the lead in chasing after him, and the master and servant trotted all the way to catch up, but in the end they were still a step too late.

Meng Jiang and his entourage took a shortcut and had already walked to a bamboo forest in the west of the garden.

The maids arranged the tables and chairs, snacks, tea cups, etc. early, and carried two large red lacquer carved screens with twelve doors to stand in front of the bamboo forest, separating this corner of the garden into two sides.

As early as when the girls were still painting, Meng Jiang sent someone to talk to her half-brother Meng Dalang about appreciating poetry and paintings. Therefore, after the two sides met the salute through the screen, Meng Jiang ordered someone to send the poems and paintings made by the girls before to Meng Dalang.

Meng Dalang was entrusted by his sister to naturally dare not slack off, and immediately distributed the scroll to his friends, and instructed them to taste the paintings carefully and not perfunctory.

When Wei Qingqing led the rice cakes to the periphery of the bamboo forest, she happened to meet Miss Zhu Jiawu who went to change her clothes.

Wei Qingqing hurriedly asked, "Can you start the discussion over there?" ”

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