The maids on the side set up the table and pen and ink for their maids, and only Qin Ruse slept alone in the chair. After a long while, after most of the people had melted a few mountains, Qin Ruse took out a pair of scissors and a few pieces of paper unhurriedly and began to cut them.

"What is she doing?" The concubine rolled up her sleeves and gently traced the landscape on rice paper.

"The slave doesn't know it, probably because she knows that she is going to lose, so let's pass the time."

"Lose? Princess Zhenbei has entered the palace several times, how have you ever seen her suffer a loss. ”

The maid on the side naturally understood what the concubine meant: "The slave maid will go and take a look." ”

The maid circled around and returned to the concubine: "She is cutting things, and under the careful look of the slave and maid, it doesn't look like a window flower." ”

Time flowed slowly in the hourglass, and seeing that the time for the game was approaching, Qin Ruse suddenly said to the maid who had been repeated: "Prepare to study ink." ”

"Can you keep up with the time?"

"You don't have to worry about it, you just have to study the ink." Qin Ruse spread out a piece of drawing paper, spread the cut shredded paper on the scroll, and after a while, took a few tea cups and poured ink of different concentrations. Then spray it on top of the drawing paper one at a time.

"What is she doing?"

"I don't know."

"Drawing a picture is the same as doing something."

The other concubines who had finished painting whispered earnestly, and those who had not finished it glanced up and quickened the movements in their hands.

"It's just the east wind." After Qin Ruse finished it, he rolled up the scroll. After a while, she pressed the scroll in her hand tightly. "You help me get a sunburn under the sun."

"Yes!" The maid did not understand the purpose of doing so, so she did as the princess told.

When the time was up, everyone's picture scrolls were displayed by the maids around them at once.

"Looking at the side of the ridge as a peak, the distance and the height are different, interesting!" Chaise commented.

"This is the Yellow Mountain in the concubine's hometown."

The concubine nodded, looked at the second painting, and was silent for a long time: "Creation Zhong Shenxiu, good!" ”

After the concubine evaluated everyone's tastes, she nodded with satisfaction: "Your sisters are really versatile, and now it seems that the words of this palace are a bit of an axe in front of everyone." ”

After the concubine finished speaking, she motioned to the maid on the side to pick up the painting and show it to everyone.

"This, where is the painting of the mother? It is simply to put the splendid scenery of the Great Zhou on paper. "Concubine Xian is complimentary, but to be honest, the painting of the concubine is really refreshing compared to others. She painted not landscapes, but peonies, the national flower of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"A good flower blooms and is rich, implying the blessing of the Great Zhou Dynasty and a good painting."

The painting of the concubine, even if it is a piece of stinky shit, can be praised as a flower in this group of people. At this time, Concubine Xian couldn't sit still and said: "Now among the sisters, only the painting of the princess has not yet been displayed. ”

I? Qin Ruse pointed at herself, with a sad expression: "You go to the sun and get it back." ”

"What is this?"

"Can this also be called a painting?" Everyone looked at the four different things in front of them with disdain. Qin Ruse tilted her head and rolled her eyes and scolded: "Are you stupid, take it backwards, turn it over and turn another page." ”

A few maids scratched their heads embarrassedly and reversed the painting, and everyone was speechless for a moment.

Small bridges and flowing water, plum blossoms coming and going, Qin Ruse presents a peaceful and tranquil Chang'an street scene in winter. In the cold winter, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the old and young women and children of Chang'an City are playing on the streets.

"Guotai Min'an is a great luck, the people are happy and famous, if Chang'an is blessed for thousands of miles, where is my Great Zhou not the mountains and rivers splendid, prosperous and prosperous?" Qin Ruse drank tea and said lightly.

"Well said!" Emperor Gongsun Ce shook the fan in his hand and walked towards the imperial garden.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."