The legitimate daughter is reborn, her life is still with her

Zhou Jiayun felt aggrieved after being punished. She looked at the old lady with tears in her eyes and was hurriedly pulled away by Li Yaxuan.

Qin Xingyue glanced at Zhou Jiaqing with a strange expression, and left silently with Zhou Jiajing.

The old patriarch said goodbye to the old lady and walked out with Zhou Jiaqing.

"What's going on with this painting?" In the Wenhua Pavilion, the old patriarch sat on a stone bench and asked in a deep voice.

The real Bamboo Forest Storm Picture is in the old patriarch’s house. This one is a fake. He has never borrowed it, but who can remember the whole picture after just one glance?

The painting was so fake that it almost deceived him, the owner of the painting.

"It was given to me by a friend of mine..."

The old patriarch snorted coldly.

"I drew it." Zhou Jiaqing admitted with a frown.

In her previous life, she was married to Xie Yuanfu and was forced to learn a lot of things so as not to embarrass him. Once, she saw Xie Yuanfu holding this picture of wind and rain in a bamboo forest with a very happy expression on his face, so she began to learn calligraphy and painting. Every lonely night in Prince Yu's Mansion, she took this painting and copied it over and over again, always imagining that one day, Xie Yuanfu would be as happy to see her progress as she was to see that painting.

Gradually, she also fell in love with calligraphy and painting, and she could always release herself in calligraphy and painting.

In the previous life, I painted to please men, but in this life, I painted to please myself!

"Why don't you admit that you painted it?"

"As you can see, I have always been clumsy. If I directly say that I did it, no one will believe it."

“You are so good at painting, who do you study under?

"I want to recognize the patriarch as my master, is that okay?"

"Humph." The old patriarch snorted again, stood up, turned around and left without taking two steps, "How can anyone become a disciple with nothing?"

"Yes, master."

Hearing Zhou Jiaqing's charming voice behind him, the old patriarch stroked his beard and walked away with a smile.

……

Xu Guogong's study.

After listening to the spy's report, Ji Chengfeng's face gradually darkened. This Miss Tuesday was really cruel. She killed five servants in the courtyard with a stick at once, but why would such a cruel person help him? There is no friendship between them.

"I think she probably likes me." Ji Chengfeng's words were still unreliable.

Lin Zhiyuan hit Ji Chengfeng's head with the folding fan in his hand, pretending to be surprised and said: "Hey, is this head too big to hold other things? Every time it's love, love, love, you can't think about it others."

Ji Chengfeng still smiled playfully: "This time, even our prince was included in the conspiracy."

No, a few days ago, Ji Chengfeng was reporting to the Prime Minister in the study about the specific situation of disaster relief in Penang. The Prime Minister looked at his son who was talking happily with satisfaction on his face.

Now is the time for the son to inherit his father's legacy. Only after the son has made achievements can he gain a firm foothold in the court. This time, the emperor also means to give a big reward. The reward is not important. The prime minister's house lacks nothing. What is important is what is included in it. The glory of representation.

"Master, the young lady is back. She said she has something urgent to see the eldest son." The boy outside the study called out.

It was now time for Ji Chengxi to go to school. Master Ji looked at Ji Chengfeng's reluctant expression and held his forehead with a headache. The two brothers and sisters were not close at all. He had taught him many times, but Ji Chengfeng just didn't listen.

It was the same today. Ji Chengfeng's emotions were clearly written on his face, and he didn't even know how to pretend.

Ji Chengxi entered the study room, said hello to his father and eldest brother, curled his lips, and said nonchalantly: "Brother, I'm not looking for you, but there is a girl in our academy who insists on delivering a letter to Duke Xu. He is not familiar with him, and after thinking about it, I can only trouble you."

Ji Chengfeng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What a big deal, Chengfeng, please take your sister to Duke Xu's mansion and ask her to deliver the letter." Mr. Ji said to Ji Chengfeng with a straight face.

Mr. Ji is really thinking about making further efforts for the relationship between the two of them all the time.

"I'm not going." Ji Chengfeng lazily sat in his chair and said with raised eyebrows.

"You asked me to tell you what you are good at." Mr. Ji had already expected that he would not go, so he pretended to be sad and sad: "If you don't go, who will go? You let your sister go? She has only one daughter, and she has no family. How can Tie go to Duke Xu's mansion alone?"

"It's just a letter of love, just throw it away." Ji Chengfeng paused. He was not happy to ask him to be the messenger. There were countless women who secretly wrote letters to Xu Jingxiao, and they all asked him to deliver them to Xu Jingxiao in the future. What's the matter? He thought about it and waved his hands again and again.

"Nonsense." Mr. Ji said seriously: "This girl must be in an emergency. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make such a move. I don't even want my reputation and just ask Xi'er to help deliver the letter. If you don't help, this girl will be in trouble." Can you afford to be responsible for this matter? If there is something big going on with Xu Guogong, can you afford to delay it? How can you let Xi'er gain a foothold in the academy in the future? Xi'er is begging you now..."

Seeing his father asking three questions in succession, he became more and more excited as he spoke. He quickly agreed, took the letter from Ji Chengxi's hand, and fled out like the wind.

"Remember to leave it in the hands of Duke Xu..." Ji Chengxi's roaring voice behind him blew into his ears along the wind.

After leaving the house and getting on the carriage, he couldn't help but say: "Go to Xu Mansion."

Ji Chengfeng recalled that when he had just argued with his father, he accidentally glanced at Ji Chengxi next to him, with a touch of expectation and seriousness in his expression. It's rare to see Ji Chengxi look so serious. Besides, although she doesn't like her, she has never acted recklessly. Could it be that there is something urgent?

After reading the letter, Xu Youze's expression gradually darkened.

"what happened?"

Xu Youze handed the letter over with one hand, and Ji Chengfeng took it and read: "Blooming flowers, young and promising, merit, jealousy, disaster funds, refugees, exams, equal shares, rewards." There are only these few words in the letter, and a complete sentence is not enough. No.

But Ji Chengfeng looked confused, shook his head, and kept repeating these familiar words softly: "Disaster funds, refugees..."

As he was reading, he suddenly paused for a moment. Just as he was about to ask, Xu Youze nodded slightly and asked, "When is the exam at Pinghu Academy?"

"The end of March." Ji Chengfeng replied.

"When will the emperor hold a palace banquet?"

"April 10th."

"It takes ten days to get back and forth from Binzhou. If you have enough time, send someone to check." Xu Youze ordered.

After Ji Chengfeng agreed, his expression remained solemn and he was still trying to figure out the last word: "Equal share... equal share, reward, equal share, equal share..."

"Share the merit equally." Xu Youze added.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is full of flowers and officials, and it has lasted for several generations. Now there is another young talent who has made great achievements. The Ji family has gained momentum. It is the time when the spring breeze is proud. The more this happens, the more people are jealous. When they are proud, time, but forgot the crisis hidden behind it.