The First-Class Medical Princess

Su Yunchu responded respectfully, Going back to the emperor, it is the Song family.

Emperor Yongye nodded, The Song family is a well-known family in the south of the Yangtze River... Emperor Yongye didn't understand what he said, so he just sighed.

But in these words, after all, there is a sense of pity that talents cannot be recruited.

Concubine Hua originally wanted to embarrass Su Yunchu, but when she saw that she didn't perform, she thought that she probably had no skills, but she didn't want to, so she pulled out the Song family.

But Concubine Shu understood the emperor's thoughts, and immediately said to Su Yunchu, Miss Su San, you can perform a show. Since you have just returned to Beijing, let everyone get to know each other by the way.

Murong Yuan also uttered the first words he said to everyone after coming to Biyuan, Miss Su San must have been taught by Mr. Song.

When Su Yunchu heard this sound, he raised his eyes and looked over like Murong Yuan, who nodded slightly, which was not easy to detect.

That's right, Su Yunchu had forgotten that these people would not doubt the Su family, but since she grew up in the Song family, she was from the Song family by all means. If she really had no skills, how could others doubt the Song family? Even though she knew that the Song family didn't care about these false names, she didn't want to.

But as we all know, Murong Yuan has never been close to others, let alone speaking for a little-known Su Yunchu?

Murong Zhi also laughed and said, It's rare for the fifth younger brother to open his mouth. I remember that the fifth younger brother never spoke at such a banquet.

At the moment, he also had to look at Su Yunchu twice, but after this look, he narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.

Murong Yuan still had the same voice, which made people feel a bit cold, This king just heard about the name of Mr. Jiangnan Song and wanted to see it.

Murong Zhi was silent, but Liu Ruxu saw this scene, she was paying attention to Murong Yuan almost all the time, she had never seen Murong Yuan speak for anyone, but this Su Yunchu, who just appeared, Why did she easily get Murong Yuan's attention, and for her, over the years, even if she intended to get in touch, even if she tried hard to become similar to him, he never said a word because of her in front of others.

Therefore, at this time, after listening to the previous evaluation of her paintings, although she also gave affirmation, she knew that this year's title would not fall to her, just because of that sudden drop of ink.

At this time, hearing Murong Yuan speak for Su Yunchu, he felt even more uncomfortable, and the eyes that looked at Su Yunchu disappeared.

Su Yunchu didn't know that during the time she stood up, the minds of the people below had been silently changing. Su Yiran was also worried, afraid that Su Yunchu, who was suddenly named, would suddenly change the result of the competition. Because she already knew what the result would be, and everyone knew what the result would be, it was only a matter of announcing it.

Su Yunchu could only speak, In this case, the women of the people will show their shame.

As he spoke, he stepped onto the stage and began to paint on the painting table on the stage.

When she saw the lotus in the garden, she already knew what she was going to do. She didn't set up a huge floral cloth like Liu Ruxu, but just took a piece of rice paper and drew directly on the table.

It doesn't take a stick of incense to complete the painting.

The palace servants on both sides helped her lift up the painting, and there was a look of amazement in everyone's eyes.

However, the corners of Murong Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, Murong Ze also wanted to laugh, and asked in a low voice, Is she this kind of person?

What Su Yunchu drew was a picture of a girl playing in the lotus pond in the garden. It looks pretty and lively, full of youth, but it is really not something she can do.

There is also a poem on the painting, Green pagoda tree, high willow swallows new cicadas. The scented wind first enters the strings. The green screen window sinks into the water and sinks into the smoke. The sound of chess startles the day sleep. After the light rain, the little lotus turns over. The pomegranate blooms like a jade. The basin is slender and the spring is clear. The Qiongzhu is broken but round.

This is a poem by Su Shi, which describes the scene of the boudoir, which is different from the general scene of the boudoir, which is mostly resentful, and it is much more lively and lovely.

Su Yunchu's paintings are also very simple, but the brushstrokes are smooth and flowing, and she is very elegant. She already knows how to paint, and in the past seven years, there have been more true biography of Song Yu and Song Haoliu, and this hand is even praised by Song Haoliu. Fang's artful brushwork, and her handwriting in Song Yu's style, really fit her chic temperament.

The calligraphy and painting are properly arranged, the writing has a style, the white space is appropriate, and the thickness is appropriate. It is really a good painting. Although it is not as spectacular as Liu Ruxu's large-scale paintings, it is also a style of its own, and it has more beauty of dexterity.

After a painting was completed, all the people who were not optimistic about Su Yunchu all exclaimed. This is simply nothing, a blockbuster, right?

Su Yun made a salute at the beginning, and then returned to the seat lightly. Since it is inevitable to have such a thing, even if she wants the years to be quiet and stable in this world, she probably will not allow it. If this is the case, then she should Just do what you want, the soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil, they have already entered the vortex of the capital, it is impossible for her to be alone, the Zhiyuan Hou Mansion will not give her this opportunity, and this place where the rich and powerful will gather will not give her. This opportunity, since this is the case, why didn't she choose a way of living that made herself more comfortable?

So Su Yunchu just pretended that he didn't see everyone's reaction.

Zhao Zhiyun looked at her in astonishment, Yunchu, you are just... I don't even know what to say about you.

Su Yiyan also spoke in a strange tone, It turns out that the third younger sister is really hiding something.

Su Yiran also had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face. Even though her talent in painting was not outstanding, she could understand the result of Su Yunchu's painting this time after seeing everyone's reactions.

Murong Zhi looked at Su Yunchu's painting, nodded his head, and also appreciated it, Miss Su San doesn't seem to be making a fool of herself, but this painting has amazed everyone here.

Su Yunchu looked at Murong Zhi, His Royal Highness King Zhi is absurd.

Murong Zhi looked at Murong Yuan, Fifth Brother also has unique insights in painting, why don't you tell me about Miss Su San's painting.

Murong Yuan looked at the painting with a completely different style from the Su Yunchu he knew, and raised his thin lips, The brush of magic!

I just don't know if this magical brush is referring to Su Yunchu's painting or Su Yunchu's painting