My wife is weak

Chapter 116 Painting
"It's okay to be sad."

Seeing the queen mother agreed, Tang Ruyao said to Jin Xueyan: "Then sister come first!"

"Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea." Jin Xueyan looked at the little girl and said, "It's better than the painting in the middle."

"nature."

Tang Ruyao lowered his eyelids slightly, and responded with a smile.

The servants arranged the painting materials, and after both of them stood up, Jin Xueyan said again: "Why don't we use the most common flowers and birds as the theme?"

Naturally, Tang Ruyao had no objection, he could paint anything.

Seeing that the two little girls were ready, the Queen Mother didn't waste any time, and said, "You're ready, let's start!"

The two started painting at the same time, and Mrs. Tang, who was sitting not far away, was bored when she heard it.

This Jin Xueyan is just like her mother, she is really boring, she will compare with these piano, chess, calligraphy and so on...

No, it should be said that all the noble girls in Lingjing are bored, and they can only wrong Xiao Yaoyao for being bored with this group of people.

But it doesn't matter, Yaoyao's paintings are still very beautiful.

"Master Tang, this is Ling Ai!"

While the little girl was painting, Prime Minister Jin Zuo, who was sitting on Tang Feng's left, held his wine glass and said with a smile.

Tang Feng didn't know why his daughter went up to compete with the little girl from the Jin family, "Yeah, I don't know who gave this little girl the courage to go up and compete with Ling Ai."

Although he said so on the mouth, he secretly cheered his daughter up in his heart.

His Tang Feng's daughter will definitely win.

"Oh! Master Tang! You can't say that, it's just a joke between the girls."

Jin Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Jin Xueyan who was standing in the center of the hall.

This daughter can be regarded as honoring herself, but what's the use of only her daughter honoring herself, and she still has no son.

Thinking of Jin Xueyan's mother, Jin Li subconsciously became upset. If the old lady hadn't protected Jin Xueyan, or if that woman hadn't been Xueyan's mother, he would have divorced her long ago.

The two little girls in the center of the hall put down their paintbrushes one after the other. The Queen Mother jokingly said to the emperor, "These two little girls really have a tacit understanding!"

"Come on, Master Zhang, Master Wang, come and have a look with Ai's family!"

The queen mother went down in person to see the paintings of these two little girls.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wang are both people who have studied calligraphy and painting extremely, and they are fair, so it is most appropriate to go to evaluate paintings together.

Moreover, Jin Xueyan's painting skills are not bad, so it is qualified to call these two adults.

When I approached the Queen Mother, I looked at Jin Xueyan's painting first.

"The little girl of the Jin family has improved her painting skills again!"

What appeared in front of the Empress Dowager was a picture of a hundred flowers blooming. Although this painting already has the style of everyone, what is more prominent is that the paintings in this painting have a different aura from ordinary paintings.

This painting is simple, and it is not difficult to create a master's style, but the agility of this painting requires talent.

But she remembered that the little girl of the Jin family was not so talented.

Listening to the Queen Mother's praise, Jin Xueyan suppressed her smile and said, "Thank you Queen Mother for your compliment, this is what I learned from a painting that I accidentally got."

"Oh? Which master's masterpiece is this, so that little girl Jin can suddenly comprehend it?"

The queen mother was a little curious. This little girl of the Jin family has always been arrogant and arrogant, and there are really not many people who can make her express her admiration.

　Alas... Actually, I have a lot to complain about.

　　The ancient dark guards... are so powerful, they will become invisible from time to time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)