Nongmen noble girl silly husband

Chapter 307 Bodhi has no tree (2)
"Yes." The Prime Minister of the Shangguan family sat down with his sleeves shaken, and Chu Haoran led his family members to greet him, and took their seats one by one.

Hua Wang and his wife stepped forward, and Princess Hua was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Father, today I specially prepared your favorite emerald jade cake for you. You can eat more of it. This year's cake Yue'er helped improve it. Eat a few more." It’s okay.” This kind of joy is different from a passionate conversation with others, and the family affection is revealed in the smoke and waves, which is very different.

Chu Haoran stroked his long beard and glanced at Jiang Jiuyue, then nodded to Princess Hua, without saying anything, but there was a warmth in his eyes.

Mrs. Chu led Chu Yingjiao to sit aside, without looking sideways, and did not respond to the momentary interaction between the father and daughter, but Chu Yingjiao hummed softly in her heart, for this sister who was much older than herself Disdainful, she, like her mother, thought that even if Chu Yingxian was Princess Hua now, she would not be able to change the fact that her biological mother was an actress, and she was born lowly.

Chu Yingrong quietly gave her sister a joyful look, and the moment Madam Chu realized it, she returned to her low-browed and pleasing look.

King Hua briefly exchanged greetings with Chu Haoran, and the banquet officially began.

Princess Hua goes on a trip with Prince Hua every year. Every time she comes back from a trip, she will hold such a banquet. However, even if it is a high-end banquet, it is actually just singing, dancing, eating, drinking, talking and laughing. Maverick, still can not escape the vulgar.

An hour later, it was time for the third event of the banquet, the song and dance show talent event.

This year's singing and dancing is indeed extraordinary, with costumes never seen before, music never heard, and arrangements never expected by the dignitaries of Yanjing, which amazes people.

After a mural flying dance, some literati and poets suddenly suggested that such a beautiful scene should be painted as a souvenir.

Under this proposal, many people immediately got up and came to the stage to paint. Originally, they were just improvising, but in the end they actually surpassed their painting skills.

I don't know who said with a smile: "When it comes to today's painting skills, the most lifelike is Chu Haoran, Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu is a scholarly family with a long history of learning. If Mr. Chu can come up and paint a picture, he will definitely—" After finishing speaking, suddenly the person around him kicked him hard, if he hadn't covered his mouth at the same time, he would have spit out a howl.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

The calligraphy and painting competition itself is an elegant matter among literati and poets, and it is nothing, but Chu Haoran has a noble status, so it is obviously inappropriate to say this at this time.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on that fool.

Jiang Jiuyue was originally talking to Luo Meier. Hearing this, she glanced at that person thoughtfully. It was not inconspicuous, but what she said was interesting. I'm afraid it was not something ordinary people could say.

Chu Haoran's face was calm, and he stroked his long beard.

Concubine Yu Shangguanxin suddenly smiled and said: "Master Minister of Rituals is just joking, Mr. Chu's superb skills have already reached perfection, and now it's just a circle of young people with lofty ideals. Why don't you invite the little lady of the Chu family to come on stage and draw a picture."

Everyone laughed, covering up the embarrassment just now.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Chu Yingjiao's face turned bright red, she bit her lower lip and nodded to her mother, then looked at her father, only to find that her father just picked up the teacup and took a sip. He frowned with thick eyebrows, staring at the teacup and thinking about something, the corners of his mouth that were originally raised suddenly drooped, and he stood up.

Today she wore a bright red long dress with a pair of butterflies playing with flowers, a golden belt with flower pattern, and bright red crystals on the skirt, which radiated a radiant brilliance as she walked, many people were like I heard that this young lady of the Chu family is loved by her family because of Chu Haoran's old age. Among the sisters of the Chu family, she is unparalleled in appearance.

The little emperor glanced at——

Yun Tingxuan sat in a casual posture, with his eyes lowered slightly, making it hard to see his expression, but he has never expressed any different opinions from the beginning until now. The little emperor thought that Uncle Wang would always say that he was wrong , then turned to look at Empress Dowager Shangguan Que.

Shangguan Que sat on the chair, clasped his hands on his knees, the jewels on his finger armor were not as beautiful as her face, and she rarely spoke today except for necessity.

The little emperor turned around with his lips pursed, and said to the girls in the audience: "In that case, sister Jiao will draw a picture for everyone to see."

"Yes." Chu Yingjiao is as her name suggests, and her voice is so delicate that it can make people's bones crisp. She was born in this delicate and innocent, and all the men in the field stretched their necks.

Chu Yingjiao walked to the stage, casually looked at the four treasures of the study on the table, held the pen in her right hand, weighed it, and suddenly put the pen in her left hand, and chose another pen in her right hand.

Below, the young talented scholars who watched the play laughed and chatted.

"Looking at the posture of holding the pen, it looks like an old hand."

"It's just that it takes a long time to choose a pen, isn't it smooth?"

"I think it might be a trick of my daughter's family, and I can't draw anything special."

"Look—" A surprised voice immediately turned the eyes of the people who were talking to the stage.

I saw that Chu Yingjiao was holding the pens with both hands skillfully, and the two pens were moving on the paper on the table. The people watching under the stage almost forgot to blink. Is it lost?" After these words, there was a burst of sighs.

In the audience, Mrs. Chu was smiling and didn't have any special reaction. Everything was just a matter of course.

Hearing this, Chu Haoran came back to his senses from the teacup, and his eyes fell on the young daughter who was in the middle of the field. Suddenly, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his eyes shot towards Mrs. Chu like an arrow!After many years of husband and wife, he simply knew the temper of this lady too well. She was born noble, if she didn't have any special purpose, how could she easily let her daughter perform at this kind of banquet?
Just as Chu Haoran was about to speak, there was bursts of applause. Looking back, Chu Yingjiao's painting had been completed. It turned out to be a pair of Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands. The brush strokes were smooth and neat, and the strokes of the brush clearly showed the treasure of Chu. The face is solemn, the lotus platform under the seat is even more lifelike, and the sound of gasping among the crowd is one after another. This painting skill instantly overwhelmed the paintings of all the men present.

In an instant, Chu Yingjiao became the most eye-catching focus in the field.

The little emperor's eyes lit up, "Sister Jiao is very capable, I didn't know it before, come here, reward me!"

Chu Yingjiao bowed to the little emperor, and said with a smile: "This is just a joke in the boudoir of my daughter's house. It's nothing serious, but I heard that I have a new cousin who is good at painting and calligraphy. I don't know Can you come up and draw a picture to open everyone's eyes?" His eyes turned to Jiang Jiuyue who was in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)