After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 6 The Painting Saint
Jiang Muge caught a glimpse of the person coming, and remained silent.

Seeing that the three princes were also there, he saluted in a calm and unhurried manner. His hair was full of strands like snow, but it made people feel that this person had an extraordinary demeanor.

"Han Zhenlian has met the crown prince, Prince Yong, and the fourth prince."

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhen Lian. Hurry up and excuse me. This young lady is actually the daughter of the Han family. No wonder she has such an extraordinary bearing."

Seeing that there is finally someone he knows, Ye Zhonghan was overjoyed and stepped forward to help Han Zhenlian himself.

Han Zhenlian took advantage of the situation and stood up straight, his face was as usual, without the flattery that ordinary people treat the royal family.

Jiang Muge knew that if it was his father Han Shilin, he wouldn't dare to do this, but her big brother has the confidence.

When he was in charge of the painting, he was able to see the beauty of the sky, and he was praised by the sage himself. He painted the mountains and rivers with splashed ink with pride, and some people in the world also praised him as a saint of painting.

During his travels, his black hair turned white overnight, and he has been obsessed with painting ever since.

He didn't do any evil to her with his own hands, but he never extended a helping hand, thinking about the brother-sister relationship.

Now he works in the Hanlin Academy of Painting, not far from the Han Mansion, but he hangs around the landscape and the Academy of Painting all day long, and is notoriously homeless.

It is also because of this that Han Zhenlian probably hasn't heard the news of her severing ties with the Han family, and still calls her little sister.

"Fourth prince, please don't misunderstand. How dare a commoner daughter climb up to the current prime minister's residence? Mr. Han admitted his mistake."

Jiang Muge covered his face with a fan, and Ye Zhonghan couldn't help being stunned for a moment by the cold eyes behind the fan.

"My eyes recognize something, and no one has ever dared to say wrong," Han Zhenlian sneered, "Since you call yourself a folk girl, you might as well report your name!"

"I dare not say that I know the adults."

Seeing this, his smile deepened, and he stretched out his hand to lift the fan: "Are you afraid to say it, or can you not say it? Why do you want to show your face outside alone, and pretend that you are not from the Han family in front of me?"

"The girl's surname is Jiang, and her name is Muge. I'm afraid it has nothing to do with the Han family. My lord should respect myself." She tilted her fan and smiled at him without dodging or dodging.

Han Zhenlian choked.

The hand was still outstretched, hanging in the air for a long time, and it was retracted without embarrassment.

He remembered that Jiang Muge was the younger sister's name, but unexpectedly, his mother never changed her surname.

Three years ago, Jiang Muge's return made him feel a little nervous, so he didn't care.

Unexpectedly, the crown prince and the fourth prince would look suspiciously now.

"I've heard that there is only Miss Han Momo in the palm of the hand of the Han family, and that lady's surname is Han. My lord, a commoner girl can't do shameless things like doves occupying a magpie's nest."

Jiang Muge pursed his lips and made another cut, but his tone was soft, as if joking.

After talking about it with a gun and a stick, Han Zhenlian knew that she must complain about Momo again.

He immediately sank his face.

Seeing this, Ye Wenkang and Ye Zhonghan felt that what she said was true, and couldn't help thinking of the rumors that Han Zhenlian had gone crazy for painting.

Could it be true?
"No, Jiang Muge is also a younger sister, but her surname is not—"

"The surname is born of a person. I believe that Mr. Zhenlian has sharp eyes, and he will not easily make such a big mistake of admitting the wrong person." Ye Chenyue blocked Han Zhenlian's mouth with a word first.

"But there are similarities. I accidentally identified the wrong girl. This king also understands. Don't worry about it, sir."

This said.

Han Zhenlian stared at Ye Chenyue who was smiling broadly in front of him in a blink of an eye, and barely recovered.

Ye Wenkang glanced at Jiang Muge, saw her looking at Ye Chenyue with burning eyes, seemed grateful, and said hastily: "Painter Han is conceited as a genius, but as the eldest son of the family, besides being infatuated with painting, he also wants to return to the house to do his best." Filial piety, take care of the housework."

All the people present were smart, with smiles on their faces, they had actually savored the meaning of the prince.

The implication of this is that after you become a painter, if you are not filial or fraternal, pretending to be a failure, and even your own sister can't be recognized, it's better not to force your respect?

Han Zhenlian: "..."

Simply reverse black and white!
He looked at Ye Zhonghan, but saw the fourth prince nodded lovingly towards him.

On the side, Jiang Muge's eyes were also very playful.

Han Zhenlian was so angry that he couldn't say a single word of defense, and resigned.

He couldn't figure it out, when would a girl like Jiang Muge from the countryside be able to sneak into the Hundred Flowers Banquet to perform?It also made these princes and grandchildren start to mock themselves!
That's all for Ye Chenyue and Ye Zhonghan, he could see that they were deceived by Jiang Muge's words, it was a pure misunderstanding.

Being the crown prince is really stupid and hateful.

He must remind his father in the future that he should not rely too much on Ye Wenkang's party in the future.

At this time, Ye Wenkang didn't know that he was about to offend an ally of the DPRK and China invisibly.

The instigator is right in front of his eyes, talking and laughing with him.Thinking of the back of Han Zhenlian who had lost all demeanor and fled just now, it was hard for her not to laugh out loud.

"Just now, I would like to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for speaking bluntly and helping the women." Jiang Muge put down his fan slightly, and made a standard salute to Wenkang Chaoye.

Beautiful and neat, but more and more graceful waist.

Not to mention Ye Wenkang, Ye Chenyue couldn't take his eyes off for a while.

Ye Wenkang quickly helped her up, but she heard the voice again.

[Unfortunately, being despicable. 】

It was as if honey had been smeared on her mouth: "Ge'er, are you okay? It's all my fault that surprised you."

Ye Chenyue pulled her to her side, and looked at Ye Wenkang with a little provocation in his eyes.

"It's okay, thank His Highness King Yong as well," when she leaned closer to Ye Chenyue's ear, her tone suddenly became more serious, "Slow down, I almost tripped."

[It was indeed intentional. 】

Ye Chenyue smiled like a pistachio cracked: "I can't compare to you. I tripped Han Zhenlian so much, and dared to use the current crown prince as a spearman. Well, the person you want to seduce is still staring at me. "

That's right, Ye Wenkang's expression was gloomy at this time, and his gaze on her became more explicit.

It is all determined to win what belongs to the old enemy.

When the plan should have been congratulated, Jiang Muge couldn't help but think of what Han Zimo said before he wanted to strangle her to death.

Her eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Take the way of the other, and give it back to him."

She lightly dropped a word and retreated in a low voice.

All the people left waiting eagerly——Hundred Flowers Banquet, after all, is a feast of spring enjoyment for enjoying the performances of men and women attending the banquet.

The back garden is a place for female family members to rest and prepare. Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing for beauty.

Mrs. Liu accompanied Han Momo to Shi Shi, and became the core figure praised by all the female relatives in the pavilion as soon as she arrived.

It is not difficult to see that she has carefully dressed up Han Momo according to Ye Wenkang's preferences.

Han Momo was dressed in wide-sleeves, with a cloud bun full of swaying steps. When she walked, her lotus-colored skirt and the ring around her waist swayed slightly, making a pleasant tinkling.

This is an elegant yet agile attire, but because of her lively movements, it is inevitable that she will be a little noisy.

"Sister Han's piano skills are extraordinary, so she must be the first one in today's Hundred Flowers Banquet, right?" A military officer's daughter said the loudest.

"How can I be so powerful, but I brought my family's secret weapon on purpose."

Han Momo shyly stretched out her fingertips and gestured on the stone table.

That gesture was like drawing a big pie on the table with a pen.

under the porch.

Red Fish was far away, and couldn't help asking Jiang Muge: "What is she gesticulating... No matter how powerful the secret weapon is, isn't it just a Baoqin?"

"No, it should be Han Zhenlian." Jiang Muge handed out the handkerchief that he had been holding in his hand just now, "The painting that made him famous when he was young was a round landscape. If I guessed correctly, she wanted to Ask Han Zhenlian to help and present a joint performance of piano and painting with him."

Hong Yu changed a handkerchief for her, only to realize that it was already stained with blood.

Looking up, she saw that she had stood up calmly.

"Unfortunately, not only will they not be happy today, but they will also see the person she hates the most ascend to the sky in one step."

(End of this chapter)