Shu Mingyu couldn't help frowning.

Third brother, does he seem to have something on his mind?

"Princess, the medicinal food on this table—"

The palace housekeeper who sent someone in to clean up hesitantly looked at the steaming medicinal food on the table of the Eight Immortals.

"Give it to the weak little girl, eat it."

It's a pity to pour it, and it disappoints the three sages king's intentions, and gives it to those who need it to replenish their strength, which is the best place for medicinal food.

The palace steward was stunned for a moment, then bowed down and said, "Yes." ”

The next day, the Three Sages King Xiling Xuan did not send medicinal food to the Ning Wangfu as scheduled, and Su Mingyu was so happy that she almost danced with her hands, and her hard days finally passed.

Who knows, the queen mother in the palace sent her father-in-law Gao over, saying that she was worried about her and asked her to enter the palace to accompany the queen mother.

Su Mingyu's head immediately felt like frost hitting an eggplant, and he didn't recover for a long time.

She lazily followed Gonggong Gao into the palace and turned to the Baihua Pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

From afar, she saw the queen's face pleasant, she smiled elegantly, and sat on the top, the three sages Wang Xiling Xuan was standing side by side with a woman, both holding the Yufeng wolf pen, and was drawing something on a piece of rice paper spread out in a micro roll.

She stepped forward and bowed.

"Jiahui sees the queen mother."

"Jiahui, you're here, the queen mother has been waiting for you for a long time. Come and sit. ”

Su Qingya has a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes, full of smiles, and seems to be in a good mood.

Su Mingyu did not shirk, stepped forward and sat in the lower position of Su Qingya.

"Auntie, Brother Xuan, he bullied Duanyang, you have to call the shots for Duanyang."

If the gentle voice of the yellow warbler out of the valley reached the ears of Su Mingyu.

Without waiting for her to be surprised, a soft figure, rippling with a spring-like breath, rushed straight into the arms of Su Qingya.

Su Qingya smiled at her.

"You girl, you don't look anywhere, Jiahui is beside you, why are you so unruly."

After that, she smiled and said to Shu Mingyu: "Jiahui, the niece of the queen mother is spoiled by the mourning family on weekdays, and now she is becoming more and more unruly." If you see it, don't be surprised. ”

"Where did the queen mother say, the county lord of Duanyang was naïve and straightforward, but Jiahui was envious."

To be able to be so majestic and majestic as the mother of a country, I am afraid it is not easy to dare to be so coquettish.

Su Mingyu raised her eyes slightly and looked at the pretty woman in front of her.

She was standing coquettishly beside Xiling Xuan at the moment, playing with a delicate and soft light between her eyebrows.

Born with a pair of clear and wise apricot eyes, the moth eyebrows are dyed with light daisies, the powder is covered with rouge, the corners of the eyes contain spring, the nose and cherry mouth are like a crescent moon.

Dressed in a hazy light pink jacket, the cuffs are slightly narrow, revealing the white of the ten fingers, and the skin is white and red.

Under the light yellow drag to the ground long skirt, embroidered birds playing in the water, under the skirt slightly exposed a section of embroidered shoes, on the flower embellishment, surrounded by gold thread.

What a delicate beauty!

Su Mingyu's eyes flashed with appreciation, she looked at her and Xiling Xuan standing side by side, they were a pair of golden boys and girls, the two of them were very affectionate, and they looked very commensurate.

When the county lord of Duanyang saw Su Mingyu, a touch of astonishment flashed in his eyes as bright as autumn water.

Suddenly, she ran over with a smile, took Su Mingyu's hand and said, "Queen Mother, Brother Xuan, is this Sister Jiahui married by Brother Yue?" This sister looks different from other sisters, aunt, Duanyang likes her very much. ”

"Don't be ashamed, a county lord, how can you say such unashamed words. Jiahui, don't be like her, this girl is crazy. In the eyes of Su Qingya Danfeng, a flash of essence flashed.

"Queen Mother, this vulgarity and elegance are just everyone's thoughts, Jiahui once heard a story that an official gathered a group of literati to evaluate what happiness is, and many literati have a lot of truth."

The official shook his head, not choosing any of the literati's words. On the contrary, it was the long-term worker who worked in the officials' homes, and he spoke simple language, which was appreciated by the officials. Queen Mother, do you want to hear what this long-term worker has to say? Su Mingyu smiled elegantly.

Su Qingya smiled and nodded.

The county lord of Duanyang tugged at Shu Mingyu's sleeve, and she urged: "Say it quickly, say it quickly, what did he say?" ”

Jiahui said, I hope the queen mother and the county lord will not blame, because the sentence is more rude. That's what he said, happiness is actually that, I'm hungry, I see the meat buns in other people's hands, I think he's happier than me, I'm cold, I see someone else wearing a thick cotton jacket, I think he's happier than me, I'm going to go to the thatched house, there is only one pit, he squats, I think he's happier than me. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xiling's warm pupils flashed with a soft light.

"Sister Jiahui, I have convinced you, this is amazing! Anything else? Anything else? I want to listen, sister, please listen to it again. The county lord of Duanyang hugged Su Qingya and giggled.

"Then Jiahui will give the county lord another one. Once upon a time there was a man named Aizi, who had a grandson who was more than ten years old, who was lazy and stubborn, and did not like to read. Aiko hated him very much and often beat him with a catalpa stick, but he never changed. Aiko's son had only one child, and he was often worried that the child would die if he couldn't stop beating him with a cane, so whenever his father beat the child with a cane, he pleaded with tears on his side. ”

When Ai Zi saw his son's pitiful appearance, he became more and more angry, and taught him, "Isn't it good for me to discipline the child for you?" "As he spoke, he fought harder, and his son was helpless. One winter morning, it was snowing heavily, and my grandson was playing with snowballs in the yard. Ai Zi found out, stripped off his grandson's clothes, and ordered him to kneel on the snow, so cold that he shivered all over, shivering, and pitiful. ”

The son did not dare to intercede any more, so he took off his clothes and knelt beside him. When Ai Zi saw this, he was shocked and asked, "Your son is at fault and deserves this punishment; What sin are you guilty of kneeling with him? The son cried and said, "You freeze my son, and I will freeze your son." Aiko couldn't help but laugh and forgave their father and son. ”

As soon as Su Mingyu finished speaking, the county lord of Duanyang smiled and lay in the arms of the queen's mother.

"Auntie, the jokes told by Sister Jiahui are so funny, so funny."

Duanyang couldn't stop laughing, she held her stomach and said, "Sister Jiahui, how did you make up this joke?" ”

"The county lord has exalted Jiahui, this joke was told to Jiahui by my mother when I was a child, not made up by Jiahui herself."

Su Mingyu is telling the truth, she doesn't have the ability to make up jokes, these are all jokes told by her mother.

"Oh, your mother said that? Not bad. ”

Queen Mother Su Qingya patted the county lord of Duanyang, and she said: "However, Jiahui is still very talented in telling jokes, and the queen mother is blessed." In the future, Jiahui will enter the palace more often and tell jokes to the queen mother, so that the palace will also be lively. Su Qingya smiled.

"Yes, Queen Mother." Su Mingyu smiled unacceptably, but the corners of his mouth pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Auntie, how did I hear that Sister Jiahui will have a lot of other things, such as playing the piano, singing, and painting. Today, Duan Yang just made a painting with Brother Xuan, and asked Sister Jiahui to give advice? ”

The county lord of Duanyang stood up, and she pulled Shu Mingyu to the stone table.

Shu Mingyu looked at it as a picture of the south of the Yangtze River in ink and ink, the temple faded out of a corner, the forest was lush, the mountains and rocks were hazy, like a scene in the rain.

In the upper left corner is a poem.

The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.

On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach?

Although she doesn't know much about ink painting, she feels that her painting skills and poetry are excellent.

At that moment, he smiled and praised: "This painting is good, and the poem is better." ”

Duanyang thought, if Sister Jiahui came to paint, it would definitely be better. Sister Jiahui, while the pen and ink are there, why don't you also draw a picture for Duanyang to see, I heard that my sister's birthday painting for Brother Yue surprised many people. ”

The county lord of Duanyang put the paintbrush in Shu Mingyu's hand.

Shu Mingyu excused himself and said: "The county lord praised it, it was just a fine brush painting, a simple painting work, which was different from the county lord's ink painting." For such paintings, Jiahui really can't paint. ”

This Duanyang county lord had a faint hostility towards her.

And she feels that more is better than less.

It's okay not to paint it.

But Duanyang doesn't seem to give up.

"Auntie, Sister Jiahui is hiding her secrets." Duanyang ran to coquettish with Su Qingya.

Su Mingyu couldn't help but tremble in her heart, it seems that this girl is deliberately not letting go of herself.

"Jiahui, you see that since Duanyang said so, why don't you draw a picture for her to see, so that she knows what it means to be modest." The eyes of the Danfeng are circulating, and the sharp light is hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

Su Mingyu knew that he couldn't hide, so he said: "Then Jiahui will be ugly, but Jiahui can only draw gongbi paintings, may I ask the county lord of Duanyang, I don't know what you want Jiahui to paint?" ”

The county lord of Duanyang tilted her head and smiled, and suddenly her eyes rolled twice, and her eyes fell on Xiling Xuan's body, so she walked to his side and said with a smile: "If Sister Jiahui doesn't mind, just draw a picture for me and Brother Xuan." ”

She smiled and hooked Xiling Hyun's arm.

The Queen smiled. "It's okay, anyway, the two of them have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and the two have no guesses, this marriage is sooner or later, Jiahui, you just draw a picture, it can be regarded as a congratulatory gift for them."

A touch of sadness floated on Xilingxuan's warm pupils.

Su Mingyu was shocked, the Three Sages King wants to marry the Duanyang County Lord?

What about the white light dance?

She was stunned, and a strange light from the Duanyang County Lord was thrown at her.

"Sister Jiahui, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that this brush is not suitable for painting, I don't know if I can give Jiahui a few chicken feathers."

Su Mingyu hid his surprised look.

She said secretly, it seems that the county lord of Duanyang is not kind to her, but why?

She put down her pen and began to paint, but her mind was wandering.

About the time of a pillar of incense.

The painting is ready.

It is said that when the Duanyang County Lord got it, her eyes were immediately attracted by the realism on the picture, and she kept repeating a sentence.

"It's too similar, it's too similar, it's like a real person."

As a result, Su Mingyu can be regarded as a successful handover.