The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 121 How can the lotus compete with the peony?

In just a moment, it was swallowed by darkness.

three days later

The emperor found a painter with superb painting skills and invited everyone in the royal family to paint.

Feng Canglan Zong Zhengyu was within the scope of the invitation, and he dressed up on the same day.

Gong Shang Huiyu knew that Feng Canglan entered the palace today to be a painting, so he dressed up specially.

Pushing open the door, Zong Zhengyu, who was waiting in the courtyard, raised his head.

I saw Feng Canglan wearing an ice-blue gauze dress, and the girdle with a purple pink belt gripped her slender waist.

The icy blue skirt undulates as she walks, like a fairy standing in the waves of the sea, cool and refined, quiet and elegant.

A pair of autumn eyes on the slightly powdered face reveals a cloud-like brilliance, making people unattainable and full of enchanting thoughts.

In a daze, Feng Canglan had already arrived at the wheelchair, she smiled coquettishly, "Husband, Lan'er is beautiful today."

Zong Zhengyu's eyes flashed, "Beautiful."

"Hey." She smiled brightly, those autumn eyes seemed to be filled with stars and seas, shining brightly.

Looking up, the beautiful eyes are looking forward, looking forward to shine.

"To enter the palace and paint today, naturally you must be beautiful, and you must not embarrass your husband."

"My husband is also very handsome today."

Feng Canglan blew rainbow fart wildly, and Zong Zhengyu's complexion improved visibly with the naked eye.

The two walked together, forming a beautiful landscape wherever they went.

From the moment he entered the palace, Feng Canglan followed Zong Zhengyu every step of the way.

The last time she entered the palace and caused such a big incident, she had to be careful this time.

"Prince Regent, Princess Regent."

The passing court ladies and eunuchs knelt down to salute, Feng Canglan just nodded and continued walking.

Before arriving at the Royal Garden, I heard a burst of praise, "Oh my god, this painting is too realistic, young master."

"I've only heard of the one walking out of the painting, but this is the first time I've seen one approaching the painting."

"Concubine Hui's second praise."

"The Regent arrives—"

"Princess Regent arrives—"

The eunuch's sharp voice sounded, and everyone in the garden looked over at the same time.

Feng Canglan was wearing a crescent moon robe and sitting in a wheelchair, she was handsome and handsome.

Feng Canglan followed beside her in a blue-purple gauze dress, with a cool and fairy air, her pair of autumn eyes looked forward to shine, and the skirt fluttered as she walked, as if she was about to ride the wind to go home.

When the two of them arrived at the Imperial Garden, they were greeted with bursts of astonishing cold breaths.

"What a beautiful woman." The painter immediately abandoned Concubine Hui who was talking, and walked to Feng Canglan's side.Surrounded by surprise, "I have seen countless beautiful people, but this is the first time I have seen someone as stunning, cold and refined, with unparalleled temperament like Miss."

"You are really the most perfect masterpiece created by God, and you will definitely be my most beautiful painting."

"Beautiful lady, can I draw a solo painting for you later?" The artist boasted wildly, and even the wind and waves blown by the rainbow were willing to bow down.

If she had this skill, Zong Zhengyu would have been taken down long ago.

"Of course." Feng Canglan smiled politely.

With permission, the artist smiled brilliantly, tracing Feng Canglan's facial features with his eyes, and outlining her body line.

Looking presumptuously, Feng Canglan frowned, and when he looked up, he saw that the painter smiled sinisterly, and his brows turned cold instantly.

As soon as Feng Canglan came, he attracted the attention of the audience, and was praised by the painter. The eyes of all the concubines around Feng Canglan fell on Feng Canglan.

The number of times she has entered the palace can be counted on one's fingers, very few people have seen her, and most of them are seeing her for the first time today.

The moment he saw Feng Canglan, he was amazed at first, then jealous.

Because of Feng Canglan's arrival, the concubines present instantly changed from flowers to green leaves.

Concubine Hui, who was left behind by the painter, even stirred the handkerchief with both hands, secretly gritted her teeth.

Lin Yixue's eyes turned slightly to Concubine Hui's side, "This painter's eyesight is too bad, Feng Canglan's beauty is insipid, so there is no such thing as Concubine Hui's beauty."

"How can the lotus compete with the peony, the world will praise that only the peony is truly beautiful."

Concubine Hui let go of her handkerchief, and glanced sideways at the courteous Lin Yixue, then turned and left without saying a word.

There was a crack in the smile on Lin Yixue's face, her expression was ferocious in an instant, but in the next moment, she returned to a gentle and decent smile.

The concubines, princes and princesses are all here, and they form small groups in groups of three, five, and one.

"The pillars of Fangtian Painting Studio are really different. The paintings are lifelike, just like real people."

"Come and see this painting."

Feng Canglan was moved by the painting in front of him, "Husband, let's go and enjoy the painting."

"kindness."

After getting permission, Feng Canglan pushed the wheelchair over and stopped in front of the painting, Feng Canglan frowned slightly.

this painting...

"Princess Regent also came to appreciate the painting?" It was Concubine Hui who spoke.

Feng Canglan was lost by Feng's designs when she was young, and grew up in a farmer's family. Naturally, she didn't know everything about poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Concubine Hui instantly felt happy in her heart, so what about her beauty, she is not an illiterate waste.

"Princess Regent also likes this painting? Why don't you comment on it?" Concubine Hui covered her face with a handkerchief and chuckled.

Feng Canglan grew up as a farmer, how could she know how to taste paintings, this is to make her lose face in public.

"This..." Feng Canglan hesitated, and the surrounding concubines cheered up instantly, waiting for a good show, "I don't understand."

"Oh~" Concubine Hui exclaimed, apologetic, "I'm really sorry, I forgot that the princess regent has been lost since she was a child, and naturally I can't understand these things as a farmer's parents."

"It's my poor memory."

The concubines who watched the excitement were so absorbed that they were afraid of missing any exciting moments.

Concubine Hui is reminding everyone in public that Feng Canglan grew up in a farm family and has nothing but a face.

Facing the eyes from all directions watching the play, Feng Canglan frowned slightly.

Why bother?
One is the princess regent, and the other is concubine Hui. They have nothing to do with each other and have no interests involved. Why don't you keep it simple?
"Concubine Hui don't have to feel guilty."

As soon as Feng Canglan said this, Concubine Hui's false mask almost burst.

Guilty?Who is guilty!

I didn't see that this was a mockery of your ignorance, what a waste!
"Although there is no deep meaning in this painting, it's okay to buy a copy and hang it in the palace."

Concubine Hui was so angry at Feng Canglan's words that she almost vomited blood.

What is Feng Canglan thinking about!How is it different from normal people!
"Husband, what do you think?" She cast her gaze at Zong Zhengyu.

Zong Zhengyu glanced lightly, and said flatly, "It's neither fish nor fowl."

The two couples sang together and nearly killed Concubine Hui on the spot.

Concubine Hui returned home in a disastrous defeat, Feng Canglan only then took a closer look at the painting in front of her.

"The style of this painting..."

"The painting style is novel, novel and unique, and has its own style."

Before she finished speaking, a clear voice sounded beside her, and she turned her head to see Zong Zhengjin standing on one side.

"Ordinary painters would just write about the environment, but this painting is uncharacteristically written about things, as if the real thing was put on paper."

"As expected of Mr. Xiang, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

After Zong Zhengjin praised him, Feng Canglan only noticed three words, and stared at the portrait with raised eyebrows, "Young Master Xiang?"

(End of this chapter)