Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Chuchu drew a rough outline in no time and applied the colors, all that was left was some fine-tuning and coloring.

No time was wasted at all, but Chuchu still felt a little tired with her hands raised like that. It was much more tiring than sitting down to paint as usual.

Simply putting down the paintbrush, Chuchu pulled Qiaoqiao to stand behind her and help her look at it for a while. From a distance, the pink and white in the painting were clearly visible, but from a close look, pink and white were intertwined. The snowflakes and petals were in each other, and the two colors were mixed and intertwined, which was quite special.

Qiao Qiao did not dare to express her own opinion. The snowflakes were not snowflakes and the petals were not formed. She did not dare to comment on this kind of beauty, but she liked it. The writing was simple and natural, but she could understand it.

When I came over again, I saw Juanjuan was not in a hurry to finish her painting. She had already walked to Qiaoqiao's easel and drew a rough outline of the painting with just a few strokes. However, the whole composition took up two-thirds of the easel and was also very simple.

The whole picture has nothing to do with the scenery seen previously. Only the two branches of the plum blossom extend toward the middle of the drawing paper, and even the trunk of the tree cannot be seen.

Seeing the two people coming, Juanjuan stopped painting and turned to Chuchu and Qiaoqiao and said, "We don't have enough time, so we can only paint something simple. You must have seen a lot of black plum paintings. Let's think about it again. Just add some flower buds to embellish it. If it's small, you can only see the color. Don't paint it so carefully. A dozen or so will be enough. Too many will make it look messy and ugly."

Chu Chu took a closer look and saw the curved ink-colored dome-shaped branches with a bit of artistic conception. On the top, there were two thin branches proudly pointing upwards. One of the branches reached halfway but condescended to point downwards and bent in the opposite direction.

Each branch is not complicated, with a slight fork, but only three or two inches long, simple and generous. As expected, with the addition of dotted plum blossoms, it can stand out and stand out, not special but elegant.

"Sister, you are indeed very creative and ingenious."

"No one dares to criticize her paintings like this."

Juanjuan ignored their flattery and said softly, "I just picked up the master's words casually."

Her own painting was painted according to the occasion and was more complicated and took longer to complete, so she naturally could not afford to be careless. She had to hurry and once she put her head down, she didn't know when she would be able to raise it again.

Chuchu was so happy that she was instructing Qiaoqiao: "Where should the flower bud be drawn?

Should we add two blooming flowers here?

The flower buds on the branches should be only as big as rice grains.

Yes, just a light tap, a little pink and white will do.

Juanjuan remained calm and composed, frowning slightly occasionally, but every stroke was steady and confident.

Chuchu, however, was lively. When she was instructing Qiaoqiao, she kept circling the drawing board, adding a little color here and ink there. Occasionally, she gently shook her head and occasionally smiled like a painting. She and her sister complemented each other with a combination of stillness and movement.

The men on the opposite side pointed and talked at them at first, wanting to take a closer look at each of the ladies, but they felt that the distance was still too far.

As time went on, people naturally lost interest. Most people knew that they would be able to see the ladies up close when they recited poems later, so they could just look at them openly then.

So most people are not in a hurry.

Finally, seeing that they were all buried in their drawing boards, it seemed that they would not be able to finish the painting for a while, so they all agreed to go in and start drinking tea or sipping some fruit wine.

Jiao Zhongjue took the tea handed over by the servant and took a sip, but he kept standing there looking at the little person over there. Every frown and smile of that person would affect his thoughts.

Such a beautiful scenery would be even better if only the two of them could enjoy it together, letting the fluttering plum blossoms gently fall on Chu's eyebrows and hair!

Perhaps Prince Jue’s palace should not only have bamboo and chrysanthemums, it would be okay to build a plum forest in the future.

"It's hard to see clearly. Did you take the Concubine's words seriously and start planning a poem now? How can you enjoy the plum blossoms without drinking? Come on, I'll ask the servant to bring the wine."

Urged by the Seventeenth Prince Jiao Zhongkui and Jiang Zhongyong to pull him again, Jiao Zhongjue came to his senses and realized that it was not just him, but also the Thirteenth Beile and Prince Zhou who were standing like him and looking at Merlin. The three of them all understood it tacitly but did not show it on their faces, so they sat down when they were urged.

Drinking wine, tasting tea, appreciating plum blossoms, and looking at the scenery on the opposite side, everything is available, it is truly a beautiful thing in the world.

Seeing that they really wanted to drink, other people also gathered around. It was so quiet over there that no one could hear anything, but over here, people were drinking and clinking glasses happily, with occasional noise.

The mothers among the noble ladies, except Concubine Dowager De and Li Yan, were not calm. They began to whisper to each other and inquire among each other, trying to match the person they liked with the mansions they knew. Some had even started discussing and trying to get him.

Even the wife of Prince Chun joined them. She had two legitimate sons in her family, one from each of the first and second wives. With Qiao Qiao added to the mix, naturally, they didn't want to miss out on such a good marriage.

We get together for the sake of our children.

Really pity the parents of the world.

Concubine De saw that Li Yan remained calm and didn't seem to be in a hurry for his children's marriage. His mind didn't seem to be on the peach and plum blossoms. She even occasionally glanced at her two daughters who were painting.

It's impossible for everything to go smoothly and for us to not have to worry about anything, right?

I felt strange and couldn't help asking Li Yan beside me: "I heard that Duke Shun has two legitimate sons and two legitimate daughters. I think it's time for them to get engaged. Why doesn't my wife seem to be in a hurry at all? Could it be that she has already found someone? Or has she already been engaged?"

"I don't think there's any hurry."

Li Yan smiled as she looked at Concubine De's inquiring gaze. In fact, several families had already conveyed their views to her and the old lady, saying that they had taken a fancy to the two boys in her family and wanted to marry them to the Duke Shun's Mansion.

Both boys are disciples of Mr. Lanchuan. Who has such an honor? Even if they haven't passed the imperial examination, what does it matter? Gathering strength is naturally for the future burst.

Besides, everyone knows that Li Yan lives a comfortable life in the Shunguo Mansion. She is loved by her mother-in-law and has a loyal husband. It is a wealthy family with a simple backyard. Their daughter marries here to enjoy a good life. Who wouldn't want to marry their daughter into the family if they care about their daughter's happiness?

During this period after the New Year, even when my husband came back, he said that officials often asked him about the situation of his two sons, hoping to establish a relationship with him!

However, not only the two sons, but also the couple themselves, are not in a hurry.

Just now, several ladies mentioned this matter to her. She had to deal with one and then another, and it felt really troublesome.

That's why she moved closer to Concubine Dowager De, thinking that she could at least hide away a little. She was not in a hurry for these two sons. Even if the old lady wanted to hug her great-grandson, there was nothing she could do if the two boys didn't want to see her.