Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

A group of young men and women stepped forward to pay their respects and exchanged a few words with their elders. They just wanted to prolong the time of seeing each other and take the opportunity to see which lady suited their taste the most.

The elders were all old cuckolds, so how could they not understand their little thoughts, and they would not urge them to go and paint right away.

"I took my sisters to that corner, where there were more than a dozen black plum trees. The seedlings were specially brought from Jiangnan by my mother. When they came back, they were planted in the corner because she was afraid that the boys and girls in the family would not know and pick them randomly, thus wasting such good things.

Every spring, my mother would bring us along to pick plums to make black plum wine. She couldn’t bear to drink it herself, and because there were too few, she could only send two bottles to the palace, saying that both the emperor and the empress liked them.

When Jiang Hua mentioned the Queen and Empress, Chuchu and Juanjuan both thought that she should be referring to the old master, but they did not correct her.

Jiang Hua lowered her voice and whispered in Chu Chu's ear: "In fact, there is nothing special about drinking black plum wine. It's just that there are few of them, and everyone worships it blindly."

After saying that, she covered her mouth and laughed. Chuchu and Juanjuan looked at each other helplessly and smiled, not caring about her reckless words. There were really too many such situations, and they couldn't always follow her, so they couldn't correct them even if they wanted to.

Thinking back to when August was still in Qingshan Villa, she was severely punished by Brother Jue and Uncle Zimo and was not allowed to speak for three months. She didn't quite understand it at the time and thought the punishment was too much.

But looking at Jiang Hua like this now, if Prime Minister Jiang had been able to do such a cruel thing to her when she was young, there would have been no such consequences. However, this is someone else's family affair.

Besides, a blessing in disguise.

Jiang Hua has a simple personality and doesn't kill or harm anyone, so maybe he has a good life.

Chuchu had seen quite a few black plums in Jiangnan, but they were rare in the capital. It was said that they were difficult to grow in the north. Anyway, the few families they knew didn't grow them, so they seemed even more precious.

"This is what Mo Mei looks like."

Juanjuan and Qiaoqiao had never met Momei, so they had high expectations for her.

But when I actually saw that the branches were exactly the same as those of ordinary plum blossoms, and a few flower buds had already slightly opened, but the black plum blossoms had not grown very well, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The ink plum is neither red, white nor yellow, but a slightly dark purple color. If you look closely up close, the petals appear to have been lightly drawn with an ink pen, with slight gray-black ink marks dotted among them.

There is a little difference when viewed from close up, but from a distance it looks no different from ordinary plum blossoms.

In fact, Chuchu felt the same disappointment as them when she saw the black plum for the first time. At first, she also thought that the black plum was black, or at least a bit like the light ink color in the brush washing pool. She didn't expect it to be so bright. If it weren't for the two light strokes of ink, it would look vulgar and not worthy of its elegant name at all.

"My grandfather said: vulgarity is the essence of elegance. Anyway, I just don't understand it." Seeing their surprised and disappointed expressions, Jiang Hua covered her mouth and laughed again.

"I knew you would do this." That little expression looked like she had succeeded in her evil plan. She said she didn't bring them here on purpose to embarrass them, but they didn't believe her, but they just couldn't find any evidence.

Seeing Jiang Hua smiling so charmingly, Jiang Bing didn't seem to be afraid of their anger. Instead, she felt offended and a little embarrassed, so she said apologetically: "Sister Hua is a little naughty, but she doesn't have any bad intentions. Sisters, please don't take it to heart."

Juanjuan shook her head at Jiang Bing, indicating that everything was fine.

Chu Chu refused to accept it: "Jiang Hua, we were a little worried about you just now, but you thought of ways to tease us. Do you still treat us as sisters? I will catch you.

Please help me stop her, I will teach her a lesson."

"Oh, don't, this is what black plum blossoms look like! I brought you to see it with kindness, and I didn't lie to you. Although it's not beautiful, it's a little more special than the pink blossoms that filled the garden just now." Seeing Chuchu, Juanjuan and Qiaoqiao chasing her, Jiang Hua was shocked even though she knew they were joking. After all, one hand could not fight three punches, and she would always suffer.

While making excuses, they ran away. Several people were running happily in the garden, laughing innocently and naively, and their voices were a little louder.

"Look, I'm going to catch you!" They said they were surrounding Jiang Hua, but in fact the sisters were just having fun in the garden. Jiang Bing was very happy to see this scene. Finally, she didn't have to be so cautious, so she naturally joined their chase.

However, a few people still knew how to abide by the rules. They tacitly did not run in the direction where the crowds of people had just gathered, but just circled around there.

"The lotus flowers in front bloomed the most in previous years. Now that it's so warm, the lotus flowers are beginning to bud. I saw dragonflies resting on them a few days ago. Let's go over there and take a look." With Jiang Hua and Jiang Bing leading the way, they jokingly took a detour to the path next to them. They didn't want to pay attention to the painting competition here. Not having a few of them was not a big deal.

Anyway, Chuchu feels that her painting skills are just so-so, Qiaoqiao is definitely not that good, and her sister may not like to compete for the first place, so it’s better for her to play with sisters of the same age!

"Although your garden is not very unique, it has a sense of ancient vicissitudes. It is indeed different from other gardens!"

Juanjuan slowed down as she ran, and couldn't help sighing. The gardens of the several gardens they had visited were relatively new, and were slightly renovated every year, so there were more traces of human intervention.

But the stones used to decorate the rockery, gardens and corridors in the garden of Prime Minister Jiang's mansion are very simple and natural. They should have a history of more than a hundred years, without any traces of chiseling or polishing. It must have been difficult to build them, after all, many of the stones are huge.

"Although our Jiang family has lived here for only a hundred years, this house is said to have a history of three hundred years, having experienced six or seven generations of emperors. It is said to be very precious. Except for the front house, which is slightly repaired every few years, my grandfather never touches the other gardens."

"No wonder." They understood it all. It seemed that Prime Minister Jiang was deeply loved by the emperor, otherwise how could he live in such a house? A good house should be inhabited by people who know how to take care of it, so that its dignity can be displayed. Otherwise, it would be ruined if it was changed here and there.