Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 321 Painting
Fat Miao'er didn't hold back either, since he chose to play the game, he had to admit that he lost.

"Sister Linger, what talent are you going to perform?" Fat Miaoer asked.

Hearing this, Guo Ling'er thought for a moment, then said softly: "I used to write poems, but today I want to do a painting."

"Then I'll compose a poem for Sister Ling'er's painting." Fat Miao'er said.

"Okay." Guo Linger nodded.

Although the conversation between the two was not loud, everyone present was paying attention to them, so they could hear them clearly.

Mrs. Jia smiled slightly, and told the maid beside her, "Prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

"Yes, ma'am." The servant girl replied, turned and left.

In fact, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared, but they were left aside and not brought up. Now she just needs to ask the servant to carry it over.

After the table was lifted up, Fat Miao'er and Guo Ling'er got up and walked over, followed by Liu Ye'er and Yang Ruyi to see if there was anything that needed help, and the drumming and passing flowers continued here.

Guo Linger first laid out the rice paper, and then arranged the required paints and brushes.

"Sister Ling'er, what flowers are you planning to spend?" Fat Miao'er asked.

Because she wants to compose a poem, she has to ask in advance.

"I'm going to paint peonies." Guo Ling'er smiled slightly.

"Peony is good, the king of flowers. It means grace and dignity, wealth and auspiciousness, and arrogance. It is just suitable for Mrs. Jia." Fat Miaoer said.

Fat Miaoer discovered from the flower viewing just now that there are the most varieties of peonies in the garden, which is enough to prove Mrs. Jia's love for peonies.

"I think so too." Guo Ling'er smiled.

Afterwards, Guo Ling'er picked up a small bowl, put some yellow paint, poured some water, and stirred slowly.

Seeing this, Fat Miaoer already knew that Guo Linger was going to paint Yao Huang, the first of the four famous peonies.

Because there were a few plants in the garden just now, when Mrs. Jia introduced them just now, she had a look of pride on her face. She heard that they were brought from the capital, and it took a lot of effort to maintain them.

"Sister Ling'er, if you put some of this in, it will have unexpected effects." Fat Miao'er took out a small bottle from her arms and said with a mysterious expression.

"What is this?" Guo Ling'er stretched out her hand to take it, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"It's..." Fat Miao'er leaned closer to Guo Ling'er and whispered.

"Really?" Guo Linger was surprised.

"We have done the experiment, if you don't believe me, you can ask my sister-in-law and my sister." Fat Miao'er looked at Yang Ruyi and Liu Ye'er.

"Really." The two nodded.

They were with Fat Miao'er every day, so they knew what she brought out, besides, they were right next to them, although Fat Miao'er's voice was not loud, they could hear clearly.

After listening, Guo Linger opened the bottle cap, poured a few drops of the liquid inside into the yellow paint, then closed the cap and returned it to Fat Miaoer.

Fat Miao'er took it, put it back in her arms, picked up the inkstone on the table and began to grind ink, not only for her to write poems, but also for Guo Ling'er to paint.

When everything was ready, Guo Linger closed her eyes.

After a while, she opened it suddenly, picked up the writing brush hanging on the side, dipped it in the prepared paint, and began to draw on the rice paper.

Fat Miao'er, Liu Ye'er and Yang Ruyi watched intently. Although they didn't know how to paint, they could tell that Guo Ling'er was very good because she didn't sloppy at all, and she painted very smoothly, giving people a kind of Pleasant feeling.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and the drumming and flower passing over there continued. Some people performed piano skills, and some performed singing and dancing, which won everyone's approval.

Here, Guo Ling'er was not affected by the slightest influence, and concentrated on painting.

Now that the painting is drawing to a close, a delicate and overbearing Yaohuang has appeared on the rice paper, and now Guo Linger is drawing the branches of the flower.

"call!"

Guo Linger let out a heavy breath, put down the pen in her hand, and looked at Yao Huang on the paper, showing satisfaction.

"Ling'er, wipe off your sweat, don't catch a cold." Liu Ye'er took out a handkerchief and handed it over.

She had seen the thin sweat on Guo Ling'er's head for a long time, and she had been preparing the handkerchief for a long time, but for fear of disturbing his painting, she kept silent.

"Thank you, Ye'er." Guo Ling'er reached out to take it, wiped it gently on her forehead, and then handed it back to Liu Ye'er.

"It's so beautiful." Yang Ruyi praised.

"It looks good." Fat Miao'er nodded in agreement.

"It's just a trick." Guo Ling'er said modestly.

"Sister Ling'er, take a break first, I'll write a poem." Fat Miao'er said.

"Okay!" Guo Ling'er nodded, stood up and gave up her seat.

Fat Miao'er sat down, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and swiped it.

She had already thought about the poem, and she recited it while writing: "There is no other kind in the world, and the best yellow in the world.

It has been able to make gold into powder, and offer incense from musk.

The pulse turns over the sleeves, and the clothes are almost cut.

There is a little left of Linghua, and the chrysanthemum is left in the distance. "

As the voice fell, Fat Miao'er also finished the last stroke, put the brush aside, lowered her head and blew gently to let the ink dry faster.

Standing by the side, Guo Ling'er had already widened her eyes excitedly when Fat Miao'er recited the first two lines. Now that she had finished writing, she quickly stood beside Fat Miao'er, read it carefully, and studied it in a low voice while reading.

"Fat Meower." Guo Linger called out.

"Huh?" Fat Miao'er raised her head.

"Thank you." Guo Ling'er bowed solemnly.

"Sister Ling'er, what are you doing?" Fat Miao'er stood up with a puzzled look on her face.

Liu Yeer and Yang Ruyi on the side were also very surprised, not knowing why Guo Linger was like this.

Guo Ling'er smiled slightly, and said softly, "Thank you for your poem, which brought my Yao Huang back to life."

"Sister Ling'er, I also wrote it out of feeling." Fat Miao'er scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Let's show the painting to everyone, they have been waiting for a long time." Yang Ruyi said.

"Let's go." Fat Miao'er nodded, took one side with Guo Linger, and walked towards Mrs. Jia.

Seeing the two of them walking over with the painting, Mrs. Jia immediately asked her servants to bring over a desk to display the painting.

Fat Miao'er and Guo Ling'er walked up to Mrs. Jia, and carefully placed the painting on the desk.

Madam Jia looked down, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "What a painting."

Hearing the sound, the wives and young ladies at the side also gathered around to admire the works of the two.

At a glance, everyone spoke in praise.

Afterwards, Mrs. Jia shifted her gaze to Fat Miao'er's inscription. Although Fat Miao'er's writing was a bit lacklustre, it was still very delicate and full of appreciation.

Mrs. Jia glanced at Fat Miao'er, and nodded secretly. It must have taken a lot of effort to be able to write like this at such a young age.

But when she read the poem, her voice trembled unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)