After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 77
The Spring Festival Banquet was originally organized by His Majesty.

Everyone had figured out His Majesty's style of conduct, so they naturally knew that the other party wanted to see charcoal drawings at the Spring Festival banquet.

only……

Yue Changfeng frowned and said, "It's not realistic to study charcoal drawings thoroughly in just half a month."

"That's why Shuhe wanted you to join us." A young man beside Zhou Shuhe said loudly: "Lin Wanwan's group is not very skilled in painting, and it's a waste of time for you to follow them. Our group is different. It is to win the top spot in the eyes of His Majesty, you, Shu He and Song Jinse work together, and you will definitely achieve something."

Regardless of Yue Changfeng's idleness on weekdays, and his academic performance is only above average, and he is not outstanding, but he likes calligraphy and painting very much.

Lin Wanwan patted the table, and said coldly, "Qian Yuan, the team is assigned by the master, so it's not good for you to poach our people openly, isn't it?"

The young man named Qian Yuan was not embarrassed when he heard the words, instead he laughed and said, "Except for Chang Feng and Song Ling'er, who else in your group is waiting for someone who has accomplished calligraphy and painting? Yue Changfeng belongs to you, but it's just flowers planted on the cows. on shit!"

"you--!"

Lin Wanwan was out of breath and was about to say something more, but at this moment, Yue Changfeng raised her hand to stop her and said, "Okay, stop arguing."

The young man's brows were cold, and he was frowning at the moment, looking not to be trifled with at first sight.

"Since I have reached the second group, there is absolutely no reason to reorganize." Besides, "My boss Song Yao is still in the same group as me. I can't leave her to live a good life."

Hearing this, Qian Yuan sighed and shook his head, "Changfeng, you have changed, feel your conscience and ask yourself, have you ever spoken the truth?"

Yue Changfeng: "I don't have a conscience."

Qian Yuan: "..."

The dog is still your dog.

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Song Jinse has been on leave for five days at home because of acne on her face.

At noon today, she finally thought of a way. She put a thick layer of powder on her face, barely covering the red pimples on her face, and then used a little trick to hang the beaded necklace on her face. Going, the whole person has a bit of exotic style that wants to refuse and respond.

As soon as she entered the college, the eyes of her husband or classmates who were going out to eat together stared. The blue and white courtyard uniform was improved by the famous embroiderer in Chang'an City to perfectly wrap Song Jinse's figure.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. After meeting Song Ling'er, the two of them were going to go to school together.

Not long after, I saw Song Yao, Lin Wanwan, Yue Changfeng and the others rushing back to the school from the restaurant talking and laughing.

Song Jinse's fingertips flicked the book, thinking that after the unhappiness with Yue Changfeng last time, Yue Ruyu would come to school for a few days, so she pursed her lips and asked Song Linger casually: "Yaoyao seems to be walking with a male classmate recently. closer?"

"Yeah." When mentioning this, Song Linger's expression was a bit complicated, "I don't know what Yue Changfeng likes Song Yao, and I don't know how to avoid suspicion. Today, Young Master Zhou asked him to go to your group to study charcoal drawing together, but he refused. .”

Such a great opportunity, if possible, Song Linger also wants to join Song Jinse's group.

Instead of wasting time in Lin Wanwan's group, letting Song Yao and his group take advantage of someone with better painting skills like her.

Song Jinse's expression froze for a moment.

In the past, when she was in contact with Zhou Shuhe, she could occasionally hear Yue Changfeng lamenting how beautiful she was.

Seeing that he was really following Song Yao now, he didn't know what to say.

She got up from behind the wooden table.

Yue Changfeng was talking to the male students in the school about his frightened horse.

Most of the students in the school know that Song Yao is a doctor, but she can draw amulets, but everyone is not very clear.

"Have you practiced the autumn banquet pictures recently?" Song Jinse walked over, seeing Yue Changfeng talking to others, so she asked Zhou Shuhe beside him.

In the end, Zhou Shuhe frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't come back to his senses.

Several other students asked Yue Changfeng with a look of surprise: "Really, did the amulet really burn?"

After finishing speaking, he went to pull Zhou Shuhe and said: "By the way, since Song Yao is so capable, she must be able to cure your eye disease. You will be an official in the future, and there is no need to delay the treatment."

Zhou Shuhe just pursed his lips, and didn't say whether it was good or not, obviously hesitating about it.

Song Jinse's mind turned quickly, and she understood what happened in an instant——Song Yao had made a name for herself in Beirong and Meng Lu's affairs, and even Zhou Shuhe of Gou wanted to see her for treatment.

The teenagers around her who were fascinated by her seemed to be deliberately seduced by Song Yao.

Song Jinse's complexion became ugly. She stared at the group of boys for a while, and said in a relaxed and teasing tone: "I have brought some news related to charcoal drawings. Do you want to listen? If you are busy discussing About my cousin, then I can go!"

Only then did the male students notice her, and someone raised his head and asked, "What news?"

"Inside information, I know that you are interested in charcoal painting, so I went to inquire about it." Song Jinse deliberately kept it a secret, and glanced across Yue Changfeng and Zhou Shuhe inadvertently.

"Charcoal drawing?" Yue Changfeng looked up as expected, "Is there any inside news here, you won't find that master, right?"

Everyone knows that Song Jinse's mother and the prefect's wife are close friends, and the prefect and his wife love each other. This time the charcoal drawing was made by the prefect to show off.

Song Jinse's vanity was finally satisfied, she brushed her hair from the sideburns and said, "The painter is a man in his forties, not from the local area, and has a strange temper. He is the prince's staff. It is difficult for us to learn painting from him. But I was lucky enough to overlap two pieces of rice paper and roughly copied a portrait with charcoal. You can learn from it, but remember, this painting is digested internally, so don’t tell it.”

"My God," Qian Yuan was stunned, "Then you won't get close to the master's charcoal drawings, will you?"

At this time, Zhou Shuhe also recovered from the matter of seeking a doctor, and reached out to take the charcoal drawing that Song Jinse handed over.

"How is it? Does this painting help you?" Song Jinse asked knowingly.

Zhou Shuhe nodded, "At that time, I didn't see many details in a quick glance. The paintings you copied are very clear, and I have a lot of inspiration after looking at them."

"Show me, show me." Many students around stretched out their hands, wanting to see this legendary charcoal drawing.

"In the past few days, I've only heard them say how lifelike the charcoal drawing is, but I haven't had the chance to see it. Today, when I saw Miss Fifth's painting, I realized that the charcoal drawing is well-deserved!"

"Miss Fifth's copying is so lifelike, she must have learned the skills of charcoal drawing, right?"

Song Jinse shook Yao's head.

For the charcoal drawing, she felt a sense of deja vu at the first sight, but when she put down the pen, she made frequent mistakes.

(End of this chapter)