Xia Qingyao smiled and stood quietly behind Princess Chen Cheng, looking at Su Zhang without any emotion.

Her biological mother loves her daughter, but it’s not her.

She came here today as an imperial physician with Cheng, not attending the banquet by herself, so she had no reason to agree privately.

Xia Qingyao was silent.

"Oh, it's my negligence," Su Zhang smiled with a fan on his mouth, "I forgot that Miss Xia has just returned to the capital, and she has been busy learning medical skills in Qingzhou before. I think she has no time to learn painting."

Qingzhou is a famous exile place in Daliang State. Moreover, Xia Qingyao, as a magistrate of the female court, was a unique example of this dynasty and naturally attracted attention. Her past has long been clearly touched by the women present.

Then there were women whispering to each other:

"She grew up in Qingzhou Quarry."

"It is already amazing to be exiled in a quarry, so how can you learn medical skills? How can you learn how to paint?"

"I heard that she had a conflict with the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion. Miss Su and the second son of King Chen had already gotten along, but she suddenly appeared..."

...

When Xia Qingyao heard the discussion, he only listened to the left ear and the right ear, which was completely indifferent.

However, the spearhead was pointed at Xia Qingyao, but Princess Chen was unhappy.

Cheng frowned and said lightly: "Senior Xia Yuan."

"I am here." Xia Qingyao walked around Cheng and saluted respectfully.

"You heard the suggestion of Mrs. Zhenyuan Hou?"

"Yes, princess."

"Can you do it?"

"I can give it a try."

As Xia Qingyao finished speaking, many ladies and ladies around him laughed in a low voice.

The noble girl who played a guzheng just now and suggested that Su Yurou perform dance and covered her mouth and smiled:

"Printing is not done overnight, nor is it that you can draw it by seeing others draw well and think you can do it too."

It is obvious that Xia Qingyao is not good at it, and he is still showing off his strength. Seeing Su Yurou can draw, he takes it for granted that he can draw.

The atmosphere became strange in an instant, and the women all calmed down.

On the other side of the flower wall, young and curious men gathered beside the flower wall, looking here curiously, as if waiting for a good show.

Su Yurou looked at Xia Qingyao being urged to the forefront of the storm, and bowed to Princess Jing and couldn't speak. Such a powerful person didn't even say anything when she heard the others talking, so she knew that she really couldn't draw.

Yes, Xia Qingyao was exiled in the quarry. While working as a hard worker, he also learned medical skills. Only when he had the opportunity to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting would he have a ghost!

Su Yurou walked anxiously to Xia Qingyao, held her arm, and explained to the people around her with a smile:

"It's mine, it's not. Sister Xia is shy and doesn't like to show off in front of others. I spoke rashly, making Sister Xia feel embarrassed."

Who wouldn't want to show off the lady who attended the banquet today to such powerful people as Princess Dexian, Princess Chen, and the mighty general's wife?

When Su Yurou said that Xia Qingyao didn't like to show off in front of others, it seemed that those who were eager to show off seemed vulgar.

Then a lady muttered in a low voice: "If you don't want to show off, what are you doing? She is noble."

The girl's voice was not loud, but her penetration was extremely strong and she heard it.

Cheng's "brush" unfolded sandalwood fan and shook it, and his heart felt impatient.

"Since that's the case, just make a painting. Today is just a banquet, and everyone is gathering together to be happy. Don't let the joy of your ladies and ladies."

Although Cheng spoke gently, he could clearly hear unhappiness. The ladies and daughters were a little worried and consciously shut up.

"Yes, I understand." Xia Qingyao responded respectfully, then turned to Su Yuju, "I didn't prepare paper and pen, and I still have to borrow Miss Su's pen and paper for paper and pen."

Su Yurou looked at Xia Qingyao's obvious fear and helpless expression, and was so happy that she felt as if she was about to celebrate the New Year, but she smiled apologetically:

"Of course there are paper and pens, but I'm really sorry for Sister Xia. I'm just talking but not thinking about it, but I'm causing you such a big trouble."

"It's okay, it's not a problem." Xia Qingyao smiled generously.

But in everyone's eyes, it was clearly that Xia Qingyao was driven to the shelves and could not resist, so he had to accept his fate.

Seeing Xia Qingyao so defeated, Su Zhang almost couldn't help laughing out loud, covering her face with a silk fan, and laughed secretly.

Su Yurou turned around in annoyance and told her maid: "Go and prepare the best snowflakes for Sister Xia."

Of course, she had to prepare the best paper for Xia Qingyao so that she would not find a reason when she got it. She could not draw it but was not good at paper.

A servant took Su Yurou's picture of a tiger going up the mountain to the side. The mighty general's wife, Chen, who had been focusing on the painting, then he let out a pleasant sigh and stood by smiling.

It seems to be impartial. I just saw Su Yurou painting, and now I plan to see Xia Qingyao painting.

Xia Qingyao walked to the big painting table, picked up the pen that Su Yurou had just used, and dipped it in thick ink.

I lifted the pen and hung it on the paper, but I didn't finish the pen for a while.

A drop of ink slowly gathers on the tip of the pen, and it seems that it will fall down.

Su Yurou looked at the drop of ink, so happy that she was crying in her heart: Xia Qingyao, I have lost my face so many times. Now it’s your turn, and you have today too!

Su Zhang was also proud and was already thinking about how she would show magnanimity after Xia Qingyao was embarrassed and could stab her well. It would be better to be ashamed that Xia Qingyao would never come out to see someone again, so that her secret would not be revealed.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Xia Qingyao. Just when Princess Chen thought Xia Qingyao would put down her pen the next moment and said, "I can't draw", Xia Qingyao suddenly moved.

As a drop of ink is about to fall, Xia Qingyao suddenly put his pen down, splashing ink, and his pen moves like a dragon and a snake, making him feel refreshed.

On a snow-capped mountain night, the pine waves listen to the wind, the tiger walks on the top of the steep ridge, the tiger roars on the mountains and forests, and the aura shakes the mountains and rivers, and the momentum of my only one is vividly displayed on the paper.

The moment Xia Qing finished writing, he could only hear the musicians in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the garden, and no longer could the female family members say pity or ridicule.

Everyone's eyes were gathered next to the painting table, on the slender figure of bean green, on the other side of the flower wall, Erlang and others stretched their necks to see more clearly.

Murong Zheng looked at Xia Qingyao's calm expression when he was writing, and there was a little free and calmness when he finished writing. It was not the same as Su Yurou's careful appearance when she was painting just now, and her heart felt inexplicably hot.

And Chen, the mighty general's wife beside Xia Qingyao, was already dumbfounded and could not even speak:

"This, this is... Xu Bai's Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest? Xia Yuan Judgment, you... This brushwork, this tiger's expression, had someone not taken this painting to me with his own eyes, and said it was written by Xu Bai, I would have believed it! This was simply what Xu Bai did!"

"What?" Su Zhang stood up.

Su Yurou stared at the side in disbelief and murmured: "This is impossible..."
Chapter completed!