Not to mention, every noble girl in the capital has been educated since childhood, and those who can draw and write poems are naturally better. Most of them combine calligraphy and painting.
I really don’t know what kind of ugly mentality it is to say that a woman’s lack of talent is virtuous. Either he is a selfish and arrogant male chauvinist, or he is a man with few ideas.
A noble lady asked with a smile: "Miss Zhao, why don't you come and give it a try?"
Xi Ning sat down holding the small heater: "I have been weak and sick since I was a child. I will fall ill at night before the private school stool at home is warm. I just want to be able to read words simply, and I don't want to write brilliantly. Let's play, I Just take a look.”
Anyway, I don’t want to be a princess, nor do I want to compete for any luck.
The noble lady pretended to be sorry and sighed slightly: "It's better to keep your body tight."
"Yes, you can do whatever you want." Xining squinted his eyes and closed his eyes to rest.
It was better not to fight or to overthrow her, otherwise with the military power in the hands of General Zhenguo, besides the Lord of Jiashun County, she would be the best candidate for the royal concubine. The noble girl said nothing and continued to complete her picture of snow plum blossoms.
They were all painting, and it was boring to sit around like this, so she stood up and took Dongmei and Qiuye for a walk in the garden. It would be a pity not to see more of the red plum blossoms in bloom.
The courtyards of each mansion have different emphasis. There are so many flowers. If every tree with beautiful flowers was planted in patches, how big of a yard would it take? The courtyard of the General's Mansion is quite large, with only peach blossom groves, sweet-scented osmanthus groves and bamboo groves.
Xining walked slowly among the plum trees with the support of two maids. Among the maids on both sides, only Dongmei was chirping.
"Miss, look there, the flowers are blooming the most there. Look, there is a bird there..." Originally, Dongmei's name had the word "umei" in it, and walking in this plum garden made me even more excited.
Qiuye couldn't help but said: "Miss, let's go back. It would be bad if we bump into someone."
Did you bump into the third prince? Xining smiled: "In anything in this world, chance encounters are rare, and most of them are arranged by people. Don't worry, with my body and bones, no one is willing to meet me by chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared on the fork in front of him.
There are four people in total, two servants and two masters. The leader wore a dark purple satin cloak and a golden crown on his head. His skin was like jade, which was able to hold up the old-fashioned color, and he had a pair of slightly upward peach blossom phoenix eyes. It was said that the third prince looked very much like his mother, and Concubine Xian had a pair of peach blossom and phoenix eyes. With these eyes, the Queen Mother often said that she was close to becoming a monster that would bring disaster to the country and the people. Then this should be the third prince.
The bystander turned out to be Zhao Chengzong, the prince of Rongguo. He was wearing a red cloak. Their bodies were almost the same, but their skin was three points paler than that of the third prince. In comparison, she was a real beauty.
Zhao Chengzong and the third prince saw her at the same time. They were both stunned, but they did not move away and just stood there.
Seeing Zhao Chengzong, Xining frowned slightly, why is he here too? By the way, Duke Rongguo's mansion is a party of the three princes. This time, Zhao Chengzong may be asked to take a look together and discuss it with Duke Rongguo after Zhao Chengzong returns. After all, marrying a royal concubine is a big deal and involves all aspects.
If they don't come, then go.
As she was about to go there, Qiuye's fingers holding her wrist tightened and she whispered: "Miss, should we go?"
Xining smiled: "The third prince has already seen us, and it would be rude to leave at this time. Besides, the crown prince of Rongguo is also there, so this shouldn't be said to be a secret exchange of funds, right? ?”
After saying that, he walked over there. Qiuye thought about it. If he ran away in a hurry, he would look petty, so he just kept pace and stopped blocking him.
Luo Luo walked straight to the third prince, walked five steps away, and slightly bent her knees: "My daughter Zhao Yinghong, the daughter of the Zhenguo General Mansion, pays homage to His Royal Highness the third prince."
The two maids beside him let go of their hands and bent their knees to salute with their hands on their sides.
After the salute, Xi Ning bowed his head slightly to Zhao Chengzong and said, "Congratulations to Duke Rongguo, Prince Rong."
Everyone in the house has a title and the same level. It's just that as the heir apparent, Zhao Chengzong's status is different. But Xining didn't want to bow down as a blessing. Even if she was just a woman, she was still the legitimate daughter of the Zhenguo General's house. In addition to what happened before, being able to pretend that nothing happened was already a sign of respect.
Zhao Chengzong also nodded in return: "Miss Zhao is well."
The third prince said with a smile: "I have heard about Miss Zhao's reputation for a long time. It is a great honor to meet her by chance today."
What reputation? He had a quarrel with the princess before and fell into the water while carrying Zhao Chengzong. Today, he hit Mrs. Liu’s forehead with a hand stove?
Fortunately, the princess who was named was very close by blood and lived in the fiefdom of her father, the prince, and was not in the capital. Otherwise, she would have come here today, and it would have been very lively.
Xi Ning also smiled hypocritically: "It is an honor for His Highness the Third Prince to remember my daughter. I will not disturb the purity of the two of you."
"Hmm~" The third prince nodded slightly. As a royal, you must be noble and majestic by nature.
After Xining bowed slightly to salute, he nodded to Zhao Chengzong as a salute, and Zhao Chengzong also bowed his head slightly as a salute in return.
She left with her two maids and left as she came, without any rush or impatience.
After walking for a while, Dongmei looked back and then breathed out. Then he became obsessed and said: "Miss, His Highness the Third Prince and the Crown Prince Rong Guo are so beautiful, just like the people in the painting, the slaves don't dare to raise their heads."
Does it look good? Okay. The main reason is that I have seen too many handsome guys and am tired of aesthetics. No matter how beautiful mortals are, there are some who are more beautiful than gods. If I reveal my true identity, everyone will be stunned and drooling.
Mo Ming: "Huh, narcissistic."
Isn't she beautiful? My sister has a pretty face, and when I look in the mirror, I find it pleasing to the eye.
Mo Ming: "Besides that face, there is nothing good. But as the main god, how many people can be fascinated by a piece of skin on their face? When I can kill you, I will never show mercy. At most, I will sleep before killing you. Face can only delay death a little bit."
Wow, the Lord God is so unbearable. Maybe it was true, but she didn't dare to think about it.
Mo Ming: "Your ability is not that great. From time to time, Holy Mother White Lotus, you might as well change your name to Holy Mother White Lotus."
Go back, sister has no experience other than the relationship between men and women. If you don't do the task very well, your score must be very high. Otherwise, how could you be raised so high? But apart from the main god, the system is also beautiful. Shangqing and you both look good. I really hope you can return to your original state, only Shen Jun and Yi Chen can compare.
"Hmph~" Mo Ming seemed to be a little happy, and his humming was a little nasal and a little weak: "You have a good sense."
Qiuye said cautiously next to him: "Miss, you just said that encounters are rare in anything in this world. So, is this an artificial arrangement?"
Well, I don’t know.
It doesn't matter, anyway, I won't become a princess, digging a deep hole for the owner of the body in the future. Let alone marry Zhao Chengzong, it is already stipulated in the mission that she will not marry Zhao Chengzong.
When they returned to the pavilion and bamboo shed, the ladies had finished their calligraphy and painting and began to review and comment on each other.
