Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

No, his Chu Chu still couldn't look at men for too long, especially this kind of man who was in his prime and good-looking. Jiao Zhongjue suddenly felt that he had shot himself in the foot. This situation seemed to be different from what he had expected.

Jiao Zhongjue was very upset. How could this little girl still be so young? It would be great if she could come of age this year, so that he could marry her and keep her hidden away.

There was no need for him to come here in person to supervise a flower-viewing banquet, for he was afraid that some weeds would suddenly grow around her and he would be surrounded by a bunch of flowers.

But thinking about how Chuchu had just blocked the two flowers that came towards him, he thought to himself: Maybe Chuchu is not so unromantic, but I just don’t fully understand it yet. Otherwise, why would she care which family I marry?

Is she jealous?

As for other flowers, not to mention peach and plum blossoms, even peonies, roses and Chinese roses, they really don't catch his eye. But how can he express this to Chuchu?

What if his affectionate confession scared Chu Chu, or if Chu Chu shook her head at him again and continued to shake her head like she did when she saw Thirteenth Prince's expression just now?

Isn't this forcing him to bang his head against the wall?

……

The poetry writing session finally began.

I also thought that several noble ladies, led by Concubine Dowager De and Madam Jiang, would give some hints. Before judging the awards and writing poems, they would make a few comments on the paintings that they thought should win the awards. Then the princes and young masters who would write the poems in the end would have an idea in their minds and decide the first, second, third, fourth and fifth places for the paintings based on this.

Unexpectedly, in addition to staying in front of Jiang Lin's paintings the longest and making the most comments, the paintings of Juanjuan were also praised. Both of them received a lot of praise, and it is no exaggeration to say that they have secured the first or second place.

As for the other paintings, it seemed that most of the ladies did not care about the others except those of their own daughters. Even if they walked by, they would at most stop and take a few glances, then walk around and return to their original place, still standing near Concubine De.

"We agreed that our elders would not interfere too much. Let Prince Zhou lead the others to decide the ranking. I think it would be better if we could write poems in the order of Prince Zhou, Lord Beile, Prince Jue, the Seventeenth Prince, and Young Master Jiang. The order of writing poems will determine the ranking. What do you think, ladies?"

Concubine Dowager De looked at the group of noble ladies and gentlemen and spoke with a smile. She even looked at Prince Zhou and the others with a negotiating expression, waiting for their affirmative answers. The opinions of others were not actually within her consideration. She said this only to show her fairness and tolerance.

"Mother, this is a good idea. My brothers and I have the same idea. It is equivalent to each of us selecting a winner, which also demonstrates fairness and justice."

Prince Zhou was the first to agree with this, and the others naturally had no reason to disagree. Thirteenth Prince even joked, "I'm afraid I don't have the literary talent of Prince Zhou and Prince Jue, and I'll waste the ladies' good paintings."

Unexpectedly, the Seventeenth Prince punched him from behind and said teasingly, "Just be modest. Anyway, I am the worst among the group in calligraphy and poetry. I feel like the Thirteenth Brother is insulting his younger brother, but unfortunately I can't find any evidence."

Not only the lady and her brothers laughed at this, but even the ladies next to them covered their mouths and laughed.

The seventeenth prince relied on his youngest age and did not feel embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Honest people speak the truth. I am not afraid of being embarrassed."

Jiang Hua had already run over and reunited with Chu Chu and the others, so she didn't have time to ask her whether the Seventeenth Prince had seen her paintings and what he thought of them.

There were already two servants waiting by the easel in the middle, holding brushes, inkstones and inkstones on a tray. An older maid stood beside Prince Zhou and took the initiative to speak: "Prince Zhou, please leave your calligraphy and see which noble lady will have the honor to be the first."

Everyone looked at Prince Zhou. To be honest, Prince Zhou was the most manly of the three princes. His height alone added a lot of points to him, and he was indeed handsome.

It's not that the Thirteenth Beile and the Seventeenth Prince are bad. The Seventeenth Prince is not old enough and has not fully grown up yet, and he still looks a bit weak. The Thirteenth Beile is introverted, unlike Prince Zhou who is talented and outspoken, so it's hard for people not to notice him.

But when looking at Prince Jue, even though he deliberately concealed his edge in front of the princes today, he still couldn't conceal his noble aura and youthful steadiness.

As expected, Prince Zhou didn't even have time to think, and walked directly to Jiang Lin's painting. Without even a second thought, he confidently picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, and he finished a seven-character poem in one go:

"The peach blossoms are bright and shining in the spring, and the full blossoms are like brocade;

The water flows under the bridge, and the green mountains reach up to the sky. "

Chu Chu felt that although the poem was not very outstanding, it was not easy to complete it in just a few steps and capture the previous scenery. It showed that Prince Zhou did have some knowledge.

"Good poem, good poem, very appropriate to the occasion."

"Excellent. Seeing the poem is like seeing the scenery in a painting."

Following the cheers from Princess Chun and Madam Jiang, the rest of the people started to applaud.

Others also echoed Prince Zhou's poem, saying it was well-titled, which made Concubine De unable to close her mouth and her face had one or two more wrinkles.

Other noble ladies also came forward to congratulate Madam Jiang: "Miss Jiang's painting is indeed worthy of the first place."

Prince Zhou threw the brush in his hand onto the inkstone, and deliberately looked at Jiang Lin, who had been standing not far from his painting, between Madam Jiang and Concubine Dowager De, and raised his hands to praise, "Well done, congratulations, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Lin's face immediately turned red, but she still suppressed her excitement and returned the salute: "Thank you, Prince Zhou."

The noble ladies who were originally surrounding Prince Zhou on the other side had different expressions. Some were envious, jealous and hateful of Jiang Lin, but most remained calm and indifferent.

The second Thirteenth Prince who came out also walked towards Juanjuan's painting without any surprise. It seemed that he had already prepared it thousands of times and had already mastered it by heart. The few lines of poetry he mentioned were:

"The peach blossoms are bright and reflect the spring sunshine, and the affection is tied to the willow branches.

The water beside the bridge flows around the green peaks, and the overlapping peaks speak of lovesickness. "

In addition to being appropriate to the scene, this poem is also filled with a different kind of emotion, but most people who can understand it pretend to be dumb, while those who can't also say it's good.

In fact, most people were not close to the drawing board. After reading the poem, they listened to the maid reading it aloud. It was hard to say whether they could hear it clearly amid the noisy sound. If they were not very close, who would delve into the meaning of it?

Chu Chu still felt that the poem was mediocre, bland and unoriginal, slightly better than Prince Zhou's.

But I still feel a little disappointed, I feel that my paintings are not as good as my sister's! I can't help but sigh: The princes are just so-so!