After Liu Jiameng collapsed and played the music several times, Jiang Wan Shi Shiran took back his pen.
"alright."
"Wanwan."
Song Jiuyuan was stunned to see how many unknown sides there were to his Wanwan.
She really gave him too many surprises.
Song Jiuyuan read Jiang Wan's poem beside the plum blossoms with a serious expression, but Liu Jiameng misunderstood his appearance.
She thought that Jiang Wan's paintings were very bad, and even her fiancé Song Jiuyuan couldn't stand it.
So she stood up suddenly and said loudly: "It seems that the princess has finished painting. We are very much looking forward to taking a look at the princess's style."
She deliberately favored Gao Jiangwan, and her purpose was self-evident.
Someone gently pulled her sleeve and whispered: "Miss Liu, the emperor loves the princess, you must not be impulsive."
This person is Liu Jiameng's cousin. She only wants Liu Jiameng's good and is afraid that she will offend Jiang Wan.
However, Liu Jiameng ignored her, and she even asked everyone to watch it together.
"Let's not play anymore. The princess is so versatile, so the things she draws must be extraordinary."
Hearing this, everyone walked towards the pavilion. Song Jiuyuan held Jiang Wan's hand and glanced at Liu Jiameng coldly.
"Wanwan's paintings are naturally extraordinary. Since everyone wants to see them, Song Yi and Qiu Yan should let them appreciate Wanwan's paintings."
"OK."
Song Yi and Qiu Yan looked at each other and quickly walked to the plum blossoms painted by Jiang Wan.
The ink is not completely dry yet, and presumably the prince does not want the plum blossoms painted by the princess to be stained.
The two of them picked up rice paper, one on the left and the other on the right, causing Liu Jiameng to roll his eyes angrily.
"It's so solemn, people who don't know think it's the master..."
Her words stopped abruptly when her eyes touched Jiang Wan's painting, and she froze in place as if someone had strangled her neck.
Not only her, but everyone present had their eyes widened, staring at Jiang Wan's painting.
This is a striking painting.
The plum blossoms in the corner are so brightly red that they look almost like the plum blossoms outside the pavilion not far away.
Next to it is Jiang Wanlong's inscription with flying phoenixes. I don't know who read it out.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance. - Wang Anshi."
"What a poem, what a poem. The princess is so talented."
"Not only is the poem good, but the painting is also quite good. No wonder the prince was stunned when he saw it just now."
"Didn't you notice that the princess's handwriting is also unique?"
"..."
Jiang Wan's status is no longer what it used to be. Even if what she draws is a piece of shit, some people will still pursue her.
She paints so well, and the good things these people say are said as if they cost nothing.
Song Jiuli raised her neck proudly, "No, Sister Wanwan's talent is not comparable to that of ordinary people."
She said this while looking at Liu Jiameng. Liu Jiameng stood there blankly, feeling the cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"I didn't write this poem."
Jiang Wan pointed to the name behind the poem that no one had noticed yet and said, "It was written by this Teacher Wang.
I just thought it was good, so I wrote it on the painting. "
"This teacher Wang is so talented that we have never heard of him before."
"The princess is still discerning, her poems are good, and her paintings and calligraphy are also good."
"This painting of the princess deserves to be the top one today."
"..."
"Some people may have shot themselves in the foot."
Song Jiuli snorted slightly, raising her chin slightly, and there was even mockery in her tone.
Liu Jiameng was not a fool and naturally knew that she was talking about herself. She tightened her fingers slightly.
"You guys go on, I'm going to the toilet."
She fled the suffocating scene in a panic and was obviously shocked.
"Wanwan won a great victory."
The corners of Song Jiuyuan's mouth rose crazily, obviously happy for Jiang Wan. Song Jiuli even said:
"Sister Wanwan, I have to hold a family dinner to celebrate for you."
Jiang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's just a painting, so there's no need to mobilize so many people."
"You want what you want."
Song Jiuli raised her voice, "I have to let everyone see the excellence of Sister Wanwan, so that there will be no short-sighted people trying to provoke you!"
She deliberately let Liu Jiameng, who had not gone far, hear this. Sure enough, Liu Jiameng stopped in his steps and almost stumbled and fell into the snow.
But her steps were faster.
"okay."
Jiang Wan waved her hand, "It's all little girls like to play. You can continue, I'm a little tired."
Dealing with people is really no small matter. Jiang Wan feels that if she had been living in Kyoto, she would be exhausted attending banquets every day.
Everyone saw that Jiang Wan was a little tired, so they all left together.
Soon only Jiang Wan and his close friends were left in the yard, and Song Jiuyuan was still looking at Jiang Wan's paintings.
"Let's go."
Sheng Yi held Song Jiuli's hand, and when the two looked at each other, they smiled slightly.
As sticky as a passionate love.
The same is true for Song Jiuchi and Chu Qi.
The guests dispersed one after another, and Qiu Yan and Mu Xiang Lushui led their servants to clean up the mess in the courtyard.
"Haven't seen enough?"
Jiang Wan leaned on the table and leaned slightly, her beautiful eyes falling on Song Jiuyuan's serious face.
"nice."
Song Jiuyuan rubbed the dried ink with his fingertips, "Wanwan, you always give me more surprises."
"I haven't painted for a long time, so I'm a bit sloppy."
Jiang Wan raised her hand to point out a small mistake in the painting, but her body tilted slightly, and she was about to touch the dark ink.
At the critical moment, Song Jiuyuan's big hand pulled her over, and she fell into his arms.
boom……
Song Jiuyuan's waist hit the table, and Jiang Wan became anxious, "Your waist..."
"My waist is fine."
Song Jiuyuan didn't even frown, but her soft fragrance was right in front of him, and his hand on her waist tightened slightly.
"Is everything okay?"
Jiang Wan was so concerned about Song Jiuyuan that she didn't notice the lust in his deep eyes.
"If you don't believe it, you can try to see if my waist is really good tonight."
His lingering words were full of magnetism and clung to Jiang Wan's ears, as if they were carrying an electric current, making Jiang Wan's heart instantly confused.
"Song Jiuyuan!"
She glared at him in embarrassment, "When did you become so immoral?"
"I used to restrain myself."
Song Jiuyuan truthfully expressed his true feelings, casually put his big hands around her waist, and kissed her devoutly.
Her breathing was disordered, her heartbeat was racing, her lips and teeth were grinding, and Jiang Wan's fingers gradually tightened on the hem of his clothes.
After a long time, Song Jiuyuan let go of her, and his deep eyes fell on the rice paper on the table.
"Wanwan, my hands suddenly feel itchy."
With his other hand, he picked up the pen on the table and traced her eyebrows in two or three strokes.
Jiang Wan, who originally felt that her breath was almost hot, was drawn to her attention. She noticed that Song Jiuyuan's fingertips were stained with ink.
"You paint first, and I'll get some warm water."
On a cold day, her face was as red as rouge. Jiang Wan walked briskly and turned the corner to meet Liu Jiameng who had just finished using the toilet.
"Princess."
Liu Jiameng became much more honest, but his eyes still seemed to be filled with anger, and Jiang Wan suddenly became curious.
"Miss Liu, I don't seem to have offended you, right?"
