Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Li Yan looked at Juanjuan who was silent. She was still as calm and composed as usual. It was normal for a child not to understand anything. After all, she was not old enough. Juanjuan also bowed to the prince and said, "Thank you."

Then he did not raise his head to look at Lord Beile, but just looked straight into the distance. It was obvious at a glance that he had learned the rules very well.

But when Lord Beile had turned and walked out, and everyone else continued to turn their eyes to Prince Jue, Juanjuan gently raised her eyes and turned to the man who wrote the poem for her, but her expression was neither cold nor hot. She just looked at him a few more times, and there seemed to be no other disturbance.

Li Yan no longer cared about the rest of her, and finally Juanjuan came over and held her arm, and she came to her senses.

Starting from the third place, the other ladies began to look forward to it. Since they couldn't compete with the first and second place, and none of the remaining paintings were too good or outstanding, it was hard to say who would win in the end.

The girls even surrounded the remaining three men. They had already realized that being able to get a poem written for them meant that they might be favored by the princes and might even have a good marriage, so more people followed Prince Jue.

Therefore, rather than saying that Prince Jue attracted more attention, it would be more accurate to say that people were attracted by the power he held. Of course, it is not ruled out that he himself was too dazzling in appearance.

Some noble ladies might also feel that given the conditions in his mansion, it would be much easier to squeeze into his backyard, and their future life would not be so complicated.

Chu Chu stopped moving forward and took a few steps back before she saw her sister and mother, so the three of them retreated.

It doesn't matter to her who wins the prize in the end, it's just that she really doesn't like both Feng Jiaojiao and Xu Meiniang. However, she has already made it clear to Brother Jue, and if Brother Jue still chooses the person she thinks is the least suitable, the worst that can happen is that she will never set foot in Prince Jue's Mansion again.

Moreover, even if Brother Jue did not choose Xu Meiniang, there would still be another Huang Meiniang or Wu Meiniang living in his backyard in the future. The Prince Jue's Palace would become increasingly distant from her, just like the paper boat they put in the water when they were young, which was destined to gradually disappear.

So she didn't want to watch it anymore: "Mother, sister, I'm a little tired and a little thirsty."

It means that I want to leave, so I might as well go have some juice and snacks, which will make me feel better.

But she shook her sister's arm and acted coquettishly, but the two of them did not move. Her mother looked at her with a smile, and Juanjuan comforted her: "After reading Prince Jue's poem, sister will go with you to drink fruit tea."

After Prince Jue was promoted to Prince Jue, Juanjuan no longer called him "Brother Jue" like Chuchu and her brothers did, but started to call him Prince Jue properly, which now became more familiar to her.

"Mom, sister, look." Chuchu didn't even pay attention to which direction Brother Jue was heading. There were too many people in front, and they retreated a little further away. They didn't expect that the front was still surrounded by people. If they didn't pay attention, they really couldn't see what the situation was.

But why did the crowd just now seem to have not gone far?

Juanjuan was very sharp-eyed. Just now, everyone stopped in front of her painting, and Chuchu's painting was right next to her.

There were still so many people in front of her, but they just moved a little. She noticed that the crowd also moved a few feet to the right. Who else could the one Prince Jue was closest to if not her sister? It couldn't be Qiao Qiao next to her.

Juanjuan and Li Yan had already anticipated this, so they didn't find it too surprising.

Juanjuan looked over and saw a smile on her mother's face, as if she was very satisfied and contented.

Now Chuchu also realized that Brother Jue must be standing in front of her painting, so she couldn't help but mutter: "He still has some vision."

She was not being modest. Although she did not think she would definitely get third place, she did not think her painting was bad. She just did not take it seriously.

Hearing such confident words, Li Yan and Juanjuan both breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Li Yan felt that his little daughter had finally come to her senses, and Juanjuan felt that her sister really had this idea, and it was exactly as she had noticed.

Unexpectedly, Chuchu was thinking in her heart: Brother Jue finally has some vision, and they are in tune with each other. Brother Jue also dislikes those she dislikes, but he may not dislike those she likes.

that's nice!

It is said that curiosity killed the cat.

Chuchu's curiosity was aroused when Brother Jue wrote a poem on her drawing board and everyone gathered around the Seventeenth Prince and walked in the opposite direction.

From a distance, she didn't hear anyone praising her paintings, but neither did anyone question her winning the award.

What does Jue Gege think of her paintings? Her paintings are not that good, Jue Gege cheated for her, it is better not to write random poems, so as not to bring disgrace to the circle of noble ladies.

In the end, there were only the mother and daughter in front of the painting. Naturally, everyone else chased after it, while those who didn't chase waited from afar to see the result.

Chuchu smiled slyly: "If I had known that Brother Jue would choose me, I would have been more serious."

"You are not as worry-free as your sister." Chuchu felt very happy when her little forehead was poked. Thanks to brother Jue's actions, she got third place and her mood improved a lot.

"Peach shadows flutter across the snowy plains, and powder makeup lightly falls to earth.

The flower souls and snow spirits snuggle together, and the jade petals and icy skin are entangled together.

I go into the snow to look for the fragrance, and you dance with the flowers into my heart.

It is hard to tell who is the master in the blending, I just want to stay in front of this scene forever."

"Mother, this poem is the best."

When Juanjuan said this, Chuchu was a little unhappy and said, "The sentence is good, but I don't think it fits the situation at all. What do you mean by you and me? Why does it sound like the words in a storybook?"

No wonder no one applauded just now. Chu Chu pouted and said unhappily: "I wasted my ink. Fortunately, I just doodled."

Juanjuan and her mother were laughing happily, saying over and over again: "It was clearly the ground covered with falling flowers and the sky covered with flying snow, why did Prince Jue act as if he saw Chuchu as a flower fairy? It turns out that smart people are different."

Li Yan said: "My daughter also thinks it's good."

"Where am I? Who knows who Brother Jue wrote this for?" Chu Chu was puzzled by their laughter. Anyway, she didn't think the poem was that good, and who knew who he wrote it for? Anyway, it wasn't her.

"The title is in your painting, isn't it talking about you? Prince Jue might have seen my sister smiling in the flowers, maybe he was talking about the silly smile like now!"

"Okay, mother, even my sister knows how to criticize others. I will never pay attention to her again." Chu Chu was so angry that she swung her arms and chased her sister. Her sister actually said that she was smiling foolishly. She actually said that she was smiling foolishly. Brother Jue was definitely making fun of her and criticizing her for her poor painting skills.

Her paintings are obviously so simple and don't have that much meaning, but she wrote so many poems to highlight Brother Jue's own literary talent. Doesn't this make her paintings seem even more shallow?

Yes, that must be the case!