"Okay, I really want to see what level 'His Highness is very powerful' is." Xiao Yuhan's interest also came up, and he nodded in response to the little palace maid's request.

Wen Nianqing looked at Xiao Yuhan and then at the little palace maid, seeing that neither of them meant to be joking, and stopped: "That...... What level is in this palace, this palace knows in his heart. Only...... You don't have to force it...... Besides, Hongu was drunk last night, and what he wrote must have ...... It's all good ......."

"Why! Your Highness, you are really too modest!" The little palace maid really couldn't understand why such a powerful person as His Highness wanted to hide his strength.

The little palace maid secretly made up her mind: No! I must bring out the real Highness for Lord Xiao to see!

The little palace maid's movements were very quick, she quickly found out the carefully stored words and paintings, and then carefully placed them on the table, "Your Highness, Lord Xiao, come and see!"

Xiao Yuhan walked to the table with a suspicious expression, he had glanced at the things on the table casually, but he was quickly shocked.

This word...... Smart and delicate, the pen is full of ink, even if he has a harsh eye, but he also thinks it is very good.

The bluegrass leaps onto the paper, and every branch and leaf is lifelike, this painting ...... That's not right! How is this completely different from the previous leek drawing style?!

"This ...... It's really the words you wrote...... What do you paint? Xiao Yuhan looked at Wen Nianqing with a suspicious expression, "You really didn't ask anyone for help?" Isn't this someone else wrote you a drawing? ”

Wen Nianqing was also at a loss: "I...... I don't know...... I drank too much yesterday...... I don't remember ......"

"How can someone else help you? The slave maid is the handwriting that he watched His Highness write, and it is also the painting that the slave and maid watched with his own eyes! Everyone who was on duty yesterday can testify!" The little palace maid's face was filled with righteous indignation, "So! Your Highness, you're really amazing!"

"I ...... Is it so powerful? I'm ...... Everyone's work!" Wen Nianqing was a little skeptical of life, she touched the two thin pieces of paper in disbelief, and praised herself by the way.

"Your Highness, you said the same thing yesterday! You say it's everyone's work! Let the slave frame it for you!" The little palace maid looked at Wen Nianqing excitedly.

"I ...... I knew you were fine! I haven't taught you for so long! In the future, if someone says that you are not good at drawing and that you write like a ghost, you can drink some wine and show them!" Xiao Yuhan was extremely excited at the moment, his surprise was beyond words, the cold expression on his face did not collapse, and the corners of his mouth rose vigorously.

Xiao Yuhan's heart was very excited at the moment, he said! And he said! He Daxia prodigy has taught Wen Nianqing for several years, how can he not teach him! What is it! What is it! It's a word! It's a painting! It's everyone's work! It was written by Wen Nianqing himself! It was drawn by Wen Nianqing himself! He taught it himself! It's finally not a ghost drawing!

"In this way, you frame these two paintings and hang them at the door of the main hall of Zhaochun Palace, so that all the people who come and go can see them! This! It's your true level!" Xiao Yuhan waved his hand and agreed very much with the idea of framing the words.

"Okay! Slave and maid, let's do it!" The little palace maid happily went down with two pieces of paper and was busy.

"Huh? No, no...... No need for it...... I think ......" Wen Nianqing looked at the back of the little palace maid in the distance, wanted to stop but didn't stop, she looked at Xiao Yuhan weakly, "What are you doing...... It's just a coincidence...... I'm not usually at this level!"