"Okay, come here, pen and ink waiting."

Qu Shaoyuan waved his hand, he also wanted to know what Lan Cuiping was going to do. After a while, several eunuchs presented the items one by one and placed them in the middle of the stage.

Lan Cuiping changed her clothes backstage, walked slowly to the tall easel in the middle of the stage, raised her bare hand lightly, and picked up the medium-thick wolf hair with her slender onion fingers. The little eunuch who was already waiting beside him had ground the ink and placed it in front of him.

A peach-colored close-fitting gauze skirt wraps Lan Cuiping's body just right, making it even more enchanting and charming. She also tied a string of small bells to her ankles, which jingled to the rhythm of the guqin music of the palace maid next to her.

Lan Cuiping began to dance briskly at her feet, and her dancing posture at the moment was smart, elegant, and elegant, as if she was holding a peach blossom branch flying into the sky, and her beautiful body was like a light petal fluttering in the sky.

What is amazing is that she danced and quickly started to draw on the rice paper held up by the easel!

The wolf is still dipped in wine, not to mention the fragrance of ink? Pick up the pen, start, and the wrist flies like flowing water.

"Ran Ran Sandalwood knows what is going on through the window, and the pen on the rice paper is half put on the ......"

The elegant singing sounded at the same time, and the dancing and painting never stopped, which surprised everyone at the scene! Especially the eyes of the crown prince Qu Zeming and the second prince Qu Xiangchen seemed to be glued to her, and they could hardly move away.

In the blink of an eye, the outline of several peach blossom trees has been formed, and then, with a few strokes, the back of a woman twisting peach blossom branches also appeared in front of him. Immediately, after a few more strokes, a peach blossom poem fell on the blank space of the painting:

Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery.

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers.

Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate.

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens.

If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields.

......

"Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

Shangguan Qingyue, who was leaning on the back of the chair, took a sip of tea, raised her eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help muttering this poem. It turns out that what Lan Cuiping did was Tang Bohu's "Peach Blossom Fairy Speech"! Poetry, books, paintings, songs, dances, Lan Cuiping alone has taken it all, how can there be other ladies to show it later? Sure enough, after her performance, most of the ladies and ladies stared at her with a gloomy face.

can only say, this girl is ruthless enough!

"Good poetry! Yue'er, I didn't think you also had such talent? ”

Suddenly, a very surprised voice sounded beside her, and at some point, Zhongli Junqing was already sitting next to her, with the same expression of a ghost as Wei Linfeng. Although Shangguan Qingyue's paintings are famous in Canglang Kingdom, if you say that you write poetry, I am afraid that you are only like a three-year-old idiot.

"Poof! Ahem......"

Shangguan Qingyue's attention was all on the stage, and he didn't expect Zhongli Junqing to appear, and suddenly spoke, which made Shangguan Qingyue, who was unprepared, squirt out the tea that was still to be swallowed gorgeously......

Quiet, the audience was as silent as death. When everyone's focus was on Lan Cuiping's body and was amazed, there was an unusual sound unexpectedly, so everyone almost looked this way.

"Sister Qingyue, do you have any thoughts on Cuiping's paintings?"

On the stage at this time, the picture of the peach blossom fairy on the blue cuiping was being unfolded by the little eunuch to everyone to watch, who knew that he opened the painting, and before the praise came again, he first heard the sound of Shangguan Qingyue can't help but spray tea! Therefore, Lan Cuiping threw Shangguan Qingyue's eyes, as if he had brought a knife.

"Miss Lan, as this king knows, Shangguan Qingyue has always been informal, presumably it is a hot tea, and she is in a hurry to do this." After that, Qu Jinglan glanced at Lan Cuiping, and then said softly to Shangguan Qingyue: "Qingyue, be careful in the future, it's not good to burn it."

Obviously, Qu Jinglan was looking for her to go down the stairs. But his words seem ordinary, but they are also full of reminders, this is no more than outside the palace, and if you are not careful, you will cause trouble.

In fact, Qu Jinglan was able to help her speak first, and even Shangguan Qingyue himself was very surprised, and instantly understood the meaning of the warning gaze he had just given. But there was no other way at the moment, so I had to hurriedly stand up and respond: "That's right, it's the tea that is hot."

"If you want Cuiping to say, if Sister Qingyue has any opinions, you might as well say it bluntly, no matter how short Lord Jing is, he can't help but let people talk!"

Now, in one sentence, it is clear that Qu Jinglan is restricting Shangguan Qingyue's freedom of speech.

Hearing this, Shangguan Qingyue's eyes flashed. If she can't say something ugly, Qu Jinglan will definitely be detained in the basin, because he didn't let her say it. But on the contrary, if something is said, it still means that what Lan Cuiping said is true. A flip put her and Qu Jinglan in a dilemma at the same time, and they really couldn't be underestimated!

"Miss Lan, I actually wanted to say just now that my eyes are not very good, and I almost didn't see your painting clearly." If the eyes are not easy to see clearly, it must be impossible to judge, so what Lan Cuiping said is naturally self-defeating.

"Oh? However, it is said that Sister Qingyue has a deep knowledge of calligraphy and painting, so why not come forward and point out Cuiping one or two today? There was a hint of cunning in Lan Cuiping's eyes.

“……”

Shangguan Qingyue pursed her lips. Ah, Lan Cuiping is on the bar, right? The predecessor can draw, but it doesn't mean that she can draw!

"Second cousin......" Wei Linfeng's eyes were full of worry. But he's not the only one worried? Even Zhongli Junqing's heart was a little anxious.

They had seen Shangguan Qingyue's so-called "paintings" before, and they almost didn't make them laugh at that time, but now Lan Cuiping actually asked her to step forward to "point", wouldn't she have to be embarrassed?

"Miss Shangguan, since this is the case, don't shirk it, don't hesitate to give advice."

"Yes."

At the top, the emperor opened his mouth to speak, and Shangguan Qingyue couldn't retreat. So he nodded, walked gracefully to the painting held up by the two little eunuchs, and looked at it quite carefully.

I have to admit that Lan Cuiping's picture of a peach blossom beauty is indeed delicate and exquisite, especially the woman standing under the tree holding a peach blossom branch and her face is intoxicated, which is even more vivid.

But no matter how vivid the image is, she feels that she lacks some "vitality", even if Shangguan Qingyue can't paint, at least she understands the truth that calligraphy and painting should pay attention to the so-called finishing touch, even if the peach blossoms in the picture are scattered, but after all, it seems that the artistic conception is insufficient, unsatisfactory.

"How? What does Sister Qingyue see? Lan Cuiping saw that she was silent for a long time, and she was speechless, so the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she opened her mouth to urge.

Shangguan Qingyue tilted her head slightly, but her gaze did not take her eyes off the painting.

"It is said that it will be easy to draw with tears, but it will be difficult to write with sadness. The affection that Miss Lan wants to express is indeed vividly reflected in this peach blossom, but it's a pity that ......"

"What a pity?" Listening to her elongated tone, not only Lan Cuiping, but also everyone present was equally curious.

Shangguan Qingyue had a faint smile on her lips, calmly paced to her closer, and under the shocked gaze of everyone, she grabbed Lan Cuiping's finger and bit her index finger violently!

"You!" Bright red blood dripped down Lan Cuiping's fingers in an instant, "What are you doing!" ”

"Heh, it's a lot, don't waste it......" After speaking, Shangguan Qingyue took her hand and quickly walked around the peach blossom tree on the rice paper. Little by little, one by one, it slowly opened, and suddenly, the blood-red peach blossoms on the tree vied with each other to let go!

"Well, with the blood-colored smudge, the petals are more three-dimensional and realistic." After a pause, Shangguan Qingyue continued to talk eloquently, "Painting, what we pay attention to is to focus on it, otherwise, no matter how delicate it is, it's just an empty appearance, heh, it's done!" ”

Everyone immediately came back to their senses and couldn't wait to pay attention to the painting. However, compared with the solid black and white just now, it is precisely because of the presence of bright red petals that the intoxication of the woman in the painting is more and more thorough.

Therefore, in an instant, almost all the admiring, exclamating, and complicated eyes frequently fell on the woman who had been despised by them as useless.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lan, because I'm anemic lately, so I'm sorry to use your blood."

Hearing this, not only Zhongli Junqing and Wei Linfeng and others, but even Qu Jinglan on the other side also faintly revealed a smile in his eyes.

"If you need it, tell you to prepare red paint, why do you need blood instead?"

"yes, I forgot." Shangguan Qingyue patted his head as if he suddenly realized.

Lan Cuiping's face was white and black, black and white. Shangguan Qingyue, once again slammed her!

The painting was completed, Shangguan Qingyue immediately jumped down the steps again, and bowed slightly in front of the emperor, "Your Majesty, the painting has been completed, and now it is clumsy." ”

"Haha, I was really eye-opening today!" Qu Shaoyuan smiled heartily. Well, he seems to be a little impatient for the third child to marry this future princess into the door, she is not only talented, but also very interesting!

Thinking about it, Qu Shaoyuan glanced at Qu Jinglan, who was still drinking tea, the third child in his family, everything is good, but he doesn't like others to interfere in his marriage and arrange a blind date for him, and he actually makes a farce of breaking his sleeves to anger him. Fortunately, he understood his son, and he saw his unconscious attention and performance, so he knew it.

"Alright, that's it! Come and reward Miss Lan and Miss Shangguan! ”

"Thank you for the emperor's grace!"

A storm finally settled, and the two kowtowed to thank each other.

Returning to her seat, Shangguan Qingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief. A palace banquet is like a peak duel, but it really tires her.

"Second cousin, well done!" On the other side, Wei Linfeng happily raised a big middle finger at her, and when she saw Shangguan Qingyue stunned, she thought it was not enough, and even encouraged Zhongli Junqing to compare together.

“……”

Shangguan Qingyue instantly had a sense of powerlessness on the verge of collapse, what is self-inflicted and cannot live, what is the retribution of the present world?

"What's wrong with Yue'er? Uncomfortable? Zhongli Junqing asked suspiciously, turned his head to look at Wei Linfeng again, didn't he just shake his middle finger? Didn't Wei Linfeng say that this action meant to praise the other party's greatness? Why did she look like she was deflated at this time?

"Ignore me, I want to be quiet, and don't ask me who Jingjing is......"

"Sss Suddenly, she felt a dull pain in her abdomen, and then, a familiar sensation in her lower body.

"......" Shangguan Qingyue's face turned white, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

God, wouldn't it? On such an occasion, her aunt came to visit the door in such a grand manner?