Zheng Qiyan is now in the mansion, and Jintong naturally can't be as free as before, and he can leave the mansion if he wants to. So in addition to dealing with housework every day, she basically spends the afternoon in the study. Look at writing, drawing, or digging your mind and racking your brains to plan things. So Zheng Qiyan also became grandiose and occupied a place in the study. There was nothing to do on this day, so Zheng Qiyan wandered to the new study to accompany Jintong.

Jintong's newly arranged study room was huge, comparable to the hall of "Jiqing Hall". Facing a huge Nanmu bookcase, carved and cut, extremely complex and exquisite. Above a natural branch-like shelf, all kinds of large and small pens are hung like the roots of a banyan tree, dozens of inkstones are scattered, and a few can see the ink of different colors on it, Jintong is painting at the desk.

Zheng Qiyan remembered that Jintong was very good at painting flowers and birds and freehand landscapes, and a woman could control such a polarizing style, and Zheng Qiyan also admired it tightly.

He was wandering around in the study, and on the left shelf, there was a bag full of peony flowers on the shelf of the azure Ru kiln, and the whole study was filled with a fresh fragrance. Then there was a whole wall of books, mostly astronomy and geography, and anecdotes, Zheng Qiyan was basically tired of reading them, and he was not very interested.

Zheng Qiyan walked and watched, there were twelve camphor wood boxes on the wall on the right, and the patterns carved on them were novel, and they were the four seasons scenery of the Great Yi Dynasty.

Zheng Qiyan opened a camphor wood box at random, and when he saw that it was full of scrolls, he took out a scroll casually, and his face instantly darkened. The painting is a man who is as elegant as a fairy, the man's facial features and clothes are extremely delicate and realistic, and his posture and even the expression between his eyebrows are depicted in a very delicate and expressive manner. Zheng Qiyan frowned and thought for a while, well, it was Cen Yixiao's goods.

On the picture, Cen Yixiao is wearing a light green literati shirt, in the bamboo forest of Xiaoxiao, holding a bamboo tube with exquisite patterns, the bamboo tube is written "Bamboo Leaf Green", reclining on a craggy strange stone, and the lines on the strange stone vaguely form the word "leisurely".

Zheng Qiyan thought of Mama Chu's eight hundred embroideries similar to this picture, and was puzzled, so he simply stuffed the scroll back rudely and walked towards Jintong, wanting to ask clearly.

Thinking about it carefully, I felt that I was making a big fuss, he was a majestic and majestic Pingning Hou who led an army of more than a million, such a small intestine and chicken belly, he would definitely be ridiculed by Jintong, so he continued to pull out a few pictures to appreciate. Fortunately, the next ones are some mountains and lakes, poems and songs, and even beauty pictures, etc., Cen Yixiao's goods appeared once, and Jintong didn't care much about him.

Moreover, there is a painting called Xiaohong under Jintong (that is, Danzhu, Jintong's personal maids are all named after colors, Zheng Qiyan is too lazy to remember those names that he feels awkward, so Danzhu is called Xiaohong by him, plain white is equal to Xiaobai, and so on. This painting was specially painted by Jintong when Danzhu and Wuping got married, in fact, there was more than one painting, Jintong picked the best one and gave it to them. On the picture, Danzhu and Wu Ping are both sitting side by side on the collapse in their wedding clothes, and both of them are depicted vividly and vividly.

Zheng Qiyan saw that Jintong painted others so carefully, not only Cen Yixiao, a little relieved, it seems that his little daughter-in-law just likes to paint characters occasionally, Zheng Qiyan comforted himself while walking towards Jintong.

Jin Che's firing glassware and craftsmanship are becoming more and more mature, and Jin Tong has been painting for the past few days, preparing to make a few more blueprints come out, so that Jin Che can continue to toss new tricks. Zheng Qiyan came over and admired Jintong's paintings, but he didn't give up, thinking about how to ask Jintong about Zhu Yeqing.

Jintong plans to let Jin Che burn a complete set of 12 couplets of 100 flowers, and is painting to the March Rose Tangtang, and plans to make a poem for the old man Gongsun to write when the time comes. As a result, she found that she could only pronounce the pronunciation, which character was not traditional or not, and how to write it, she was not sure.

Their generation is like this, since childhood, parents have been swallowing dates and cramming ducks to let their children recite many Tang and Song poems, Yuan songs and even poetry and songs, and they don't explain what these poems and songs express, anyway, they just memorize it. If you have your back to it, you will be rewarded!

On weekdays, she flipped through the "Dayi Dictionary" to check it by herself, but since Zheng Qiyan was here, she didn't have to waste her eyesight. Jintong shamelessly asked Zheng Qiyan, who came over, and she pulled a piece of paper: "Husband, I read, you write!" ”

Zheng Qiyan snorted and picked up the pen.

Jin Tong read: "Tang Tang: Er Di Bean, Drinking Food, Brothers, Harmony and Happiness." The wives are well together, like drums and harps, and the brothers are both harmonious, harmonious and Zhan. IKE's family, Leer's wife, is a picture, and it is a matter of course. ”

After Zheng Qiyan finished writing, he jokingly ridiculed Jintong: "Tongtong, which words don't you know how to write?" Teach you for your husband! ”

Jintong's small mouth flattened, this guy, do you know what it means to see through and not to say it, is she shameless?

Jin Tong's eyes flickered, and he asked Zheng Qiyan with a smile: "Husband, you can write whatever I say!" ”

Zheng Qiyan nodded reservedly "um", indicating that it still needs to be said!

So, Jin Tong pinched an orchid finger, straightened his waist, and said like a river: "Lu Xiao Kui is a ghost!" Again double ask, fire Yan Yanyi, water 沝淼㵘, Tugui Yao! Standing alone, colluding, always walking alone, and being enlightened. Mian Mian gourd, enshrined as the guide, the dragon line is long, and the horns are beautiful. Wan Ting, sobbing and sobbing, and not stopping, not sloppy. Groaning, groaning, gluttony, prison, covetousness, covetousness, filth! The yoke of the Flying Eagle, the evil is not bad, its spirit is not bad, and it is pickled. Punishment Zang is not, the needle is disadvantaged, row upon row, one by one. ”

Zheng Qiyan looked at Jintong's red and gorgeous lips opening and closing, and after reciting a long series of words in one go with a very rhythmic sense, he looked at him proudly.

Zheng Qiyan: "......" is he shameless?

He grinded his teeth: "If you have the ability, you can read it again, it's exactly the same!" ”

Jintong has the ability!

She put her hand in her small waist, held up the big "fierce" weapon, suppressed her voice, and said super numbly: "Lu Xiao Kui is a charmer!" Again double ask, fire Yan Yanyi, water 沝淼㵘, Tugui Yao! Standing alone, colluding, always walking alone, and being enlightened. Mian Mian gourd, enshrined as the guide, the dragon line is long, and the horns are beautiful. Wan Ting, sobbing and sobbing, and not stopping, not sloppy. Groaning, groaning, gluttony, prison, covetousness, covetousness, filth! The yoke of the Flying Eagle, the evil is not bad, its spirit is not bad, and it is pickled. Punishment Zang is not, the needle is disadvantaged, row upon row, one by one. Then he held his little head high and continued to squint at Zheng Qiyan triumphantly.

, it's really the same, it's unbearable!

Zheng Qiyan simply carried Jintong to the chaise longue that could be used to rest, prostituted her during the day, and after training her, he reminisced with satisfaction.

Jin Tong buried his whole body in the bed: this beast! You can't just talk and move your hands like she did...... and other body parts? It's so angry! Hum!