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After Liu Jiameng broke down and played the piece a few times, Jiang Wan took back the pen Shi Shiran.

"All right."

"Wanwan."

Song Jiuyuan was dumbfounded. How much unknown side of his Wanwan did he have?

She really gave him too many surprises.

Song Jiuyuan read Jiang Wan's poem next to the plum blossom with a serious expression, but Liu Jiameng misunderstood his appearance.

She thought that Jiang Wan's painting was very bad, and even her fiancé Song Jiuyuan couldn't bear it.

So she stood up suddenly and said loudly: "It seems that the princess has finished painting, and I am looking forward to seeing the princess's demeanor very much."

She deliberately praised Jiang Wan, the purpose is self-evident.

Someone tugged at her sleeve lightly and persuaded in a low voice: "Miss Liu, the emperor favors the princess, you must not be impulsive."

This person is Liu Jiameng's cousin, and she is only for Liu Jiameng's good, fearing that she will offend Jiang Wan.

However, Liu Jiameng ignored her, and she even yelled at everyone to watch it together.

"Let's stop playing for now. The princess is so versatile, so the things she draws must be extraordinary."

Hearing that everyone was walking towards the gazebo, Song Jiuyuan held Jiang Wan's hand, raised his eyes and glanced coldly at Liu Jiameng.

"Wanwan's paintings are naturally not ordinary. Since everyone wants to see them, Song Yi and Qiu Yan, let them appreciate Wanwan's paintings."

"Ok."

Song Yi and Qiu Yan looked at each other, and walked quickly to the plum blossom painted by Jiang Wan.

The ink was not completely dry yet, and the prince didn't want the plum blossom drawn by the princess to be stained.

The two of them picked up the rice paper from left to right, causing Liu Jiameng to roll her eyes angrily.

"It's so solemn, those 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, everyone present stared at Jiang Wan's painting.

This is a striking painting.

The plum blossoms in the corner are so bright red that they can almost be confused with the plum blossoms outside the pavilion not far away.

And next to it is Jiang Wan's flying inscription, I don't know who read it out.

"There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, but it's because of the dark fragrance. —Wang Anshi."

"Good poetry, good poetry, the princess is really talented."

"Not only is the poem good, but the painting is also quite good. No wonder the prince was taken aback just now."

"Didn't you find that the princess's handwriting is also unique?"

"..."

Now Jiang Wan's status is not as good as before, even if she draws a pile of shit, I am afraid that some people will follow her.

She draws so well, and the good things these people say are as hard as money.

Song Jiuli raised her neck proudly, "That's right, Sister Wanwan's talent is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

She said this while looking at Liu Jiameng. Liu Jiameng stood there in a daze, feeling the cold rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"I did not write this poem."

Jiang Wan pointed to the name behind the poem that no one had noticed, and said, "It was written by Mr. Wang.

I just thought it was good, so I put it on the painting. "

"This teacher Wang is so talented, we have never heard of it before."

"It's still the princess who knows the pearl with her eyesight. Poems are good, and paintings and calligraphy are also good."

"The painting of the princess should be the top name today."

"..."

"Some people, lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot."

Song Jiuli snorted softly, raised his chin slightly, and even sneered in his tone.

Liu Jiameng is not a fool, so she knew she was talking about herself, so she tightened her fingers slightly.

"Go ahead, I'm going to the bathroom."

She ran away from this suffocating scene in a panic, and was obviously shocked.

"Wanwan won a complete victory."

The corners of Song Jiuyuan's mouth rose wildly, obviously happy for Jiang Wan, Song Jiuli even said:

"Sister Wanwan, I have to hold a family banquet to celebrate for you."

Jiang Wan couldn't laugh or cry, "It's just a painting, so there's no need to mobilize people like this."

"I want what I want."

Song Jiuli raised her voice, "I have to let everyone see how good Sister Wanwan is, lest there will always be those who don't know how to provoke you!"

She deliberately let Liu Jiameng, who hadn't gone far, hear this, and sure enough, Liu Jiameng paused and almost staggered and fell into the snow.

It's just that she walked faster.

"okay."

Jiang Wan waved her hand, "It's all little girls like to play. Go ahead, I'm a little tired."

Dealing with people is really not a trivial matter. Jiang Wan felt that if she lived in the capital all the time, she would be exhausted from attending banquets every day.

Everyone saw that Jiang Wan was a little tired, but they were all very interesting, and 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, there were smiles on the corners of their brows and eyes.

Sticky like passionate love.

The same is true for Song Jiuchi and Chu Qi.

The guests dispersed one after another, and Qiu Yan and Mu Xianglu Shui led the servants to clean up the mess in the courtyard.

"Haven't you seen enough?"

Jiang Wan propped herself on the table, leaned slightly, her beautiful eyes fell on Song Jiuyuan's serious face.

"nice."

Song Jiuyuan stroked the wiped ink with his fingertips, "Wanwan, you can always surprise me more."

"It's been a long time since I painted, and I'm a bit unfamiliar."

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 black ink.

At the nick of time, Song Jiuyuan's big hand pulled her over, and she fell into his arms.

boom……

Song Jiuyuan's waist slammed on the table, Jiang Wan panicked, "Your waist..."

"The waist is fine."

Song Jiuyuan didn't even frown, but her soft fragrance was right in front of him, and his hand holding her waist tightened slightly.

"Is it all right?"

Jiang Wan was so concerned about Song Jiuyuan that she didn't notice the lust in his deep eyes.

"If you don't believe me, you can try to see if my waist is really good at night."

His lingering words were full of magnetism, and attached to Jiang Wan's ears, it seemed to bring up an electric current, which made Jiang Wan's heart flustered instantly.

"Song Jiuyuan!"

She glared at him in embarrassment, "Since when did you become so unruly?"

"It used to be restraining myself."

Song Jiuyuan told the truth what he wanted from the bottom of his heart, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her reverently.

Breathing disordered, heart beating wildly, lips and teeth grinding, Jiang Wan's five fingers holding the hem of his clothes gradually tightened.

After a long time, Song Jiuyuan let go of her, and his deep eyes fell on the rice paper on the table.

"Wanwan, I suddenly feel itchy."

He picked up the pen on the table with his other hand, and drew her eyebrows and eyes in two or three strokes.

Jiang Wan, who felt that her breathing was almost hot, was attracted by the attention, and she noticed that Song Jiuyuan's fingertips were stained with ink.

"You paint first, I'll get some warm water."

On a cold day, her face was as red as if she had applied rouge. Jiang Wan walked briskly, and turned the corner to meet Liu Jiameng who had just finished using the toilet.

"Princess."

Liu Jiameng was much more honest, but there still seemed to be displeasure in her eyes, and Jiang Wan suddenly became curious.

"Miss Liu, I don't seem to offend you, do I?"