Queen Flower

Chu Qingcheng entered the mansion, and seeing the shy and timid look of anticipation that the maids could not hide, Jiang Lan knew that the public's lover had arrived. She huddled in the ear room until someone called her out.

Hiding is useless, even if she is mentally prepared to serve Chu Qingcheng, she is still very upset.

She was taken to the pavilion, and it was this place again. Fortunately, there was finally no extravagant sound of musical instruments this time. Jiang Lan was afraid to make things difficult for her again and accidentally offend Shen Lian. His master has offended Guang, so he can directly prepare to roll up the burden and walk to find Xiaoxi to be reborn.

Chu Qingcheng was playing chess with Shen Lian. There were a bunch of black and white stones on the chessboard, and they were playing Go. Jiang Lan was once again sure that she was not in line with the ancients. She really didn't know anything about Qin, Qi, Calligraphy, and Painting. She didn't know anything at all except that she had practiced calligraphy for six years in elementary school. Of course, her calligraphy can't be read here, but it just gave her the ability to appreciate it.

"Ugly girl, come here." Chu Qingcheng didn't look up, but just stretched out his finger and ticked at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan glanced around. Except for herself, the other maids were far away. It seemed that she was called. She walked over and stood beside him, waiting for his orders.

There was no text for a long time, Jiang Lan felt strange, Chu Qingcheng spoke again, "How do you think about this chess game?"

Damn, Jiang Lan cursed in his heart, knowing that this person is not a good person, and what kind of trap does he want to put on the old lady's head? It's not okay to want to commit an unwarranted crime.

Jiang Lan took a breath and held back: "Master Hui, the slaves are humble and don't understand chess." Anyway, this time she insisted that she didn't understand, and didn't say anything, to see how he could embarrass her?

Chu Qingcheng only felt that the woman beside him radiated anger, and then put it away abruptly, and answered his question lightly and respectfully. He thought about it for a while, and then he laughed. This time, he really didn't have any malicious intentions, but he just wanted to hear her talk. Her voice was very pleasant, and his ears liked it very much.

Shen Lian rolled her eyes at Jiang Lan and said to Chu Qingcheng, "She's a cheap girl, what kind of chess does she know, brother Qingcheng, you have to be merciful."

Chu Qingcheng put away his smile and said lightly, "Naturally."

Then he stopped speaking, and the Baizi under his command flew like a fly, and the speed was extremely fast, and soon the armor that Shen Lian had killed was not left behind, and the black stones on the chessboard were continuously removed.

Shen Lian's eyes narrowed, and she didn't have time to pay attention to Jiang Lan next to her, she worked hard for a moment to declare her death. She clenched the Heizi in her hand and pouted: "Brother Qingcheng bullies others, start over."

Jiang Lan stepped forward and put all the Othello in the box, then stood aside and waited for them to continue fighting and collect the chess.

Jiang Lan was not interested in Go, nor did she dare to be interested. If she watched curiously on the side, what would Chu Qingcheng do? In other words, Shen Lian thought that she coveted her brother Qingcheng, and she was jealous and gave her a good beating. It is said that this girl looks innocent and cute, but she is actually ruthless, and several girls have no way to survive because of minor mistakes.

Chu Qingcheng continued to play chess, this time very slowly, and explained it aloud, with a clean and sweet voice. Shen Lian's face was slightly red, and she glanced at the man on the opposite side from time to time.

Jiang Lan looked at Shen Lian's blushing face, laughed in her heart, and didn't care about her other affairs, she looked like a cute little girl. She was bored, and after a while, she began to wander too far.

After Chu Qingcheng spoke for a while, he raised his head and glanced at Jiang Lan who was beside him, and couldn't help but feel a sullen anger. It took him a long time to explain patiently for the first time in the world. His original intention was to tell her. As for the unassuming maid next to him, standing there, she seemed to be well-behaved and submissive, but her eyes were blurred.

He glanced at Shen Lian with a blushing face in front of him, and then saw the maids in the distance all looking up, looking at Jiang Lan, his eyes were half down on the ground, his face was calm and his eyes were blank.

What are you looking at, what is beautiful on the ground, could it be better than him?

Chu Qingcheng didn't know why he was angry, and suddenly lost the desire to play chess, so he stopped explaining and resumed the chilling wind. After a while, when Shen Lian came back to his senses, it was a fiasco.

Shen Lian pouted, waiting for Jiang Lan to collect the chess.

Jiang Lan slandered while collecting the chess, this person is sick, teach chess, teach chess, play chess, play chess for a while fast, slow for a while, cheerful for a while, vicious for a while, only gods can stand it. She put away the chess and glanced at him secretly, only to find that Chu Qingcheng was staring at her. She was startled, and quickly retracted her gaze, obediently, she hated herself again, and what did it have to do with her, she immediately put away the chess and stood there motionless.

Chu Qingcheng saw Jiang Lan's face change in an instant, the round face was surprised and frightened, then expressionless and fast, like a face-changing technique, and suddenly wanted to laugh again.

This is a really funny ugly girl.

Chu Huaiyu said that during Chu Qingcheng's stay in the mansion, Jiang Lan was the girl who served him, so Jiang Lan's errand in the main house was temporarily over. But Chu Qingcheng has quirks and doesn't like having maids stay overnight in the yard where he lives, so Jiang Lan has become a check-in person who commutes to and from get off work.

In the afternoon, after Chu Qingcheng had rested, Jiang Lan would have arrived at the Qingju. She pushed the door and found that there was no one in the room, only the drawing paper spread out on the table and the brush and ink on the side, and there was a faint smell of paint in the air.

Could it be that you have already painted which beauty? When she was curious, she went over to take a look. This time, it was not a beauty, but a landscape painting. The gray landscape seemed to be unfinished. There was a large blank, but it was just a small stream. A small boat, spinning in the water. From a closer look, those blank spaces are not all blank, and it seems that there are some slight drizzles that permeate the air.

Jiang Lan does not have the ability to paint, but he knows that most of the painter's paintings are a reflection of the soul. In the drizzle of spring, there are actually more blooming flowers on the branches than the lonely and lonely river in the evening.

This rich and beautiful young man, why is he sad and lonely? Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, so let's talk about it for the sake of new words.

However, this painting reminded Jiang Lan of a poem, but this poem and this painting are only similar in shape, but the artistic conception is actually completely opposite.

"The spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat in the wild crossing."

"Good poem." Someone walked in at the door, it was Chu Qingcheng.

Only then did Jiang Lan realize that he was so fascinated by the painting that he didn't even hear the footsteps of people, and even read the poem unknowingly.

Chu Qingcheng walked to the table, picked up the pen, but didn't drop it. He looked at Jiang Lan who was standing beside him and said, "Finish the poem."

Jiang Lan quickly shook his head: "I don't know how to write poetry, this is what I see, just the last two sentences."

Chu Qingcheng put down the pen and looked at her, with obsidian-like eyes staring at her still, "It's so late, but being a maid but being lazy and dereliction of duty, you're going to be hit with 30 big boards, right?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head, clenched a mouthful of silver teeth, told you to spit out noises, and told you to talk to yourself, now that you are suffering, it is really retribution, whatever you say will be heard by this person, and every time Things will happen for no reason. But she really can't remember what the first two lines of this poem are. In the past, she was just reciting a few famous lines in the college entrance examination. She is a science student, and she completely said goodbye to Chinese when she went to college. Now she will never know this poem. What are the first two sentences of .

Chu Qingcheng's slender fingers tapped on the table impatiently, urging her to hurry up.

Jiang Lan thought, forget it, she doesn't know, could he know? Since he doesn't know even more, he might as well say a few words, Zhang Guan and Li Dai are fine.

"Thousands of eagles sing in green shades of red, and Shuicunshanguo wine flags wind. These are the first two sentences." Jiang Lan said slowly, and after thinking about it, it seems that they can barely catch up, and the rhythm is similar, but the last two sentences of this poem are hers. I remember clearly, the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, how many towers in the mist and rain, have nothing to do with Xiaozhou.

Chu Qingcheng muttered twice in his mouth and smiled slightly, "Ugly girl, although you look shabby, you have a delicate heart."

Jiang Lan thought silently in his heart, although you are beautiful, you have a devil's heart, and Shen Lian is a natural match.

Chu Qingcheng picked up the brush and began to paint in the blank space, with a natural demeanor and concentration, as if blending into the painting. His hand holding the pen is slender and strong, and when he paints, the clouds and water are flowing, as if those scenes are all in front of him.

Jiang Lan didn't want to look at it again, who knows if something will happen again. But after Chu Qingcheng finished painting, he turned to Jiang Lan and said, "How?"

Jiang Lan had no choice but to look at the painting. If the half painting in gray tones that she saw when she first came in made people feel sad and lonely, then this complete painting is definitely not this artistic conception. Not far from this small stream, there are a large row of houses, wine flags fluttering in the wind, surrounded by green trees and safflowers, and there are towering green mountains in the distance, still in the drizzle, there is still no one figure, but This painting is full of endless spring, full of vitality and thriving, making people feel warm, relaxed and happy.

In Jiang Lan's surprised eyes, he inscribed the poem next to him. Her strong handwriting made Jiang Lan feel ashamed. She was afraid that she was the only one who stole the treasures of ancient Chinese culture indiscriminately like this.

Chu Qingcheng put away the pen, stretched out a perfectly shaped finger, tapped Jiang Lan's forehead, and whispered, "Good girl."