Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 435 Masterpiece
Seeing what Mo Sanshao said, the Cheng family naturally wouldn't let go of the great opportunity: "I, Cheng Qingyu, won't leave either. If Miss Jun doesn't mind Jieshi, I can still guide Cheng Yier."

Seeing that both the Mo family and the Cheng family had spoken, many young masters had spoken, and they were even rushing to speak. In the end, everyone understood that even if Miss Jun's words were not very good, they would not leave.

Junyin smiled lightly, a little joyfully, but also a little shy like a little girl: "I heard that Mr. Mo San is very good at playing the piano. I wonder if I can give Junyin some advice after he finishes playing the piano?"

Seeing Jun Yin pointing at him, Mo Sanshao saw a gleam of light in his eyes: "Thank you, Miss Jun, for your praise. If Miss Jun needs it, Mo will naturally be willing to help."

What a joke, if he didn't take such a good opportunity, wouldn't his head be caught by the door?

Someone among the crowd said: "It turns out that not only can I see Miss Jun's paintings today, but I can also hear Miss Jun's piano music. We are really lucky."

Everyone immediately echoed: "Yes, Miss Jun won't let us leave today, and we will never leave. Even if Miss Jun told us to leave, we won't leave."

They made up their minds that they would not see Miss Jun's paintings, hear Miss Jun's piano music, or see Miss Jun's face tonight, so they were determined not to leave.

Poor gentlemen, I don't know that our Miss Junyin is patiently waiting for their words.

Hearing what they said, Jun Yin smiled even brighter, and his eyes narrowed, but the light in his eyes couldn't be ignored.

"That's what you all mean. Junyin won't let you leave tonight, but you won't leave? Even if you are asked to leave, you won't leave?" asked in surprise, with a bit of uncertainty.

It was rare for everyone to speak in unison: "Naturally!"

Jun Yin said worriedly, "What if you go back on your word at that moment?"

Everyone hurriedly said: "Once a gentleman speaks a word, it's hard to chase after him!"

Jun Yin was still worried: "I regretted it for a while, and couldn't help but want to leave?"

Everyone looked at Jun Yin's sparkling eyes, and at the glowing halo inside, no one was willing to leave.

Everyone smiled and said: "Miss Jun, don't worry, if anyone here regrets and leaves today, Miss Jun will deal with it tomorrow."

Junyin smiled and said, "You are all men, how can you be dealt with by Junyin's daughter."

When everyone heard it, they were happy again.This Junyin is really polite and knows her identity very well.

Not bad.

When they were still thinking, they heard Qingyin say: "But Junyin is still a little worried, what should I do?"

Before everyone could open their mouths, Jun Yin smiled and said: "How about this, you regretted it at the time of the introduction, we have cars in the house that are old and good wine, how about fine wine?"

Everyone laughs and drinks, which is interesting.And they were also curious why Miss Jun was so worried that they would leave.

They had all seen Miss Jun who was horrible before, and the more they saw it, the more they could bear it in their hearts.Even if that face hasn't changed for the better, with their current concentration, they will definitely not run away.

"There are three conditions for drinking fines: you are not allowed to leave if you are not drunk; you are not allowed to leave until you have drunk the wine in your glass; the last point is that you are not allowed to leave if you do not pay for the drink."

Everyone listened and laughed again.

These three requirements are not too much.

They all know that the old wine in Jun's mansion is definitely a good thing.Even the king would occasionally let people bring wine into the palace from the emperor's mansion to taste it.

Well, it's tribute wine.

It is also natural to not get drunk or return home.

It is also reasonable not to leave before drinking all the wine in the glass.Wouldn't it be a pity to waste such a good wine?
It is only natural to pay for drinking tribute wine.

With no worries left, Junyin smiled brightly and cunningly.

Naturally, everyone couldn't see her sly look under her veil, but the master of the Jun family who was sitting next to her began to feel sorry for the old wine in the wine cellar in her backyard.

The daughter dared to say that, and she lured those young masters into the pit step by step, she must have an absolutely good idea.

The master of the Jun family was distressed but excited, waiting for a good show.

Junyin said coquettishly: "When Junyin doesn't stop, you gentlemen, don't disturb Junyin."

She spoke extremely softly, with a soft voice, soft and sweet, which made her body numb when she heard it.

"Definitely!" All the young masters smiled and nodded, staring at Junyin closely.

Junyin smiled shyly, glanced at her father, her eyes rolled around, hiding a slight sly smile.

"So, Jun Yin can rest assured."

"Xi'er, go, ask someone to light up the lights in the front hall. It's too dark. After a while, all the gentlemen can't see Jun Yin's painting clearly."

Xi'er nodded quickly, and Hou's servant outside hurriedly added lamps.

It wasn't until the entire hall was brightly lit that the embroidery needles could almost be seen falling, that Jun Yin smiled with satisfaction.

"Everyone has worked hard, step down." Jun Yin said softly to the servants.

Those servants trembled slightly, and ran down quickly.

The young masters present thought that Miss Junyin was too kind and polite to the servants, and these servants were so moved that they were about to cry.

As soon as I cried, my body soon began to shake and shake.

Jun Yin pursed her lips and smiled lightly, my sons and daughters, you must regret it, the good show is about to begin.

"Xi'er, come here and take off the cloak for me." Jun Yin said softly.

Xi'er hurried over and took off the young lady's cloak.As soon as I untied it, I found something was wrong.He lowered his head slightly, almost fainting from fright.

Oh my god, why is there ink all over Miss's skirt, along the skirt to her waist?

And when those sons and sisters looked at Jun Yin who had taken off his cloak, their faces were filled with anticipation. When they saw the light pink skirt and shirt stained with ink here and there, their faces were disheveled.

Junyin happened to be standing at the wind outlet, and when the wind blew, the rich fragrance of ink rushed directly into their noses.

A little ink fragrance is ink fragrance, too much, it is poisonous poison.

Seeing the master of the Jun family looking at them with a smile on his face, he didn't dare to cover his nose with his hand, so he could only give up a little bit, hoping that the scent of ink, which was almost poison, would pass away quickly.

Junyin didn't seem to notice the change in their expressions, looked at them with a smile, and asked softly, "Mr. Mo, how about Junyin's ink painting?"

Mo Sanshao opened his mouth and inhaled a large amount of ink fragrance, almost fainted from the smoke, his face turned slightly pale.

Ink painting?
Have you ever seen an ink painting like this?The hem of the skirt seemed to have been wrung out of ink, and it was still wrinkled.As soon as the cloak was taken off, the smell of ink from the tip of his pen rushed into him, making him almost faint.

Jun Yin looked at him silently, thinking that he was appreciating enough, so she quickly turned around with a graceful posture, and of course ignored the movements of her hands and the words in her mouth.

While circling, Junyin lifted a corner of the quilt, just in time to pull the skirt open, allowing people to see the painting on the entire skirt.

"Look, here is a river pond, here are lotus flowers, here are lotus leaves, here are frogs, here are water drops..."

Mo Sanshao's eyes followed her words.

The so-called river pool is just a large expanse of ink, nothing can be seen.

The so-called lotus is a touch of black that blooms from the bottom of the skirt to the waist.

The so-called frog is the black lump next to the skirt.

The so-called drops of water... are still the black skirt and shirt dyed with rich ink, a pitch-black lump.

Mo Sanshao felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore. For him who loves painting like an idiot, this kind of ink painting is really hard to accept.

My first thought after watching it was to leave.

(End of this chapter)