The drizzle is drizzling and the scenery outside the window is shrouded in the thin mist. The white walls, green willows and red flowers form a beautiful ink painting.

Such a beautiful scenery should be left on paper. Song Ruoxi was excitedly wearing wooden clogs, oil paper umbrella, and took Xiangxiu and Qinghe to Ji Chengxuan's study.

In the study, the fragrance of Yuhua is elegant and distant. Song Ruoxi stood in front of the desk with a serious expression, lifting his pen to paint. Under the gallery, the fragrance embroidered green lotus and the dotted colored and embroidered laces and chatted quietly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the wind brought a hint of coolness, and the dye shivered, "It's changed, it's so cold."

"Qinghe, you're here to guard me. I'll go to the room to get a cloak for the girl." Xiang Xiu said.

"I'll go." Qinghe bit off the embroidery thread and raised the handkerchief in her hand, "I've embroidered it."

Xiang Xiu glanced at the bamboo leaves under the handkerchief in her hand and said, "You are lazy again."

"It's not that I want to be lazy, it's that the girl said she wanted to embroider bamboo leaves." Qinghe smiled, put on wooden clogs, held an umbrella, and left.

After Qinghe left, Dianran also went back to the room to add clothes. Xiangxiu lowered her head and continued to concentrate on embroidering the apricot flower.

"Xiangxiu, I'm thirsty, go and make a pot of tea." Song Ruoxi has been painting for half an hour, and the painting is about to be completed.

"Oh." Xiang Xiu put down the handkerchief in her hand and agreed to walk towards the tea room.

There was no one outside the door. When Ji Chengxuan led the person in from outside, he did not notice that Song Ruoxi was inside. When he entered the door, he saw her painting at the desk in the room. At this time, she could no longer let her retreat, so he had to ask, "Xi'er, what are you doing?"

When Song Ruoxi heard the sound, he looked back and found that the man standing behind Ji Chengxuan was Shangguan Moxun. He was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa, you are back."

"Xi'er, this is Mr. Luo Qi." Ji Chengxuan introduced.

Shangguan Moxun didn't expect to meet Song Ruoxi here, and bowed and said, "I don't know that the girl is painting in the room, which is disturbing!"

Song Ruoxi's eyes flashed, he put down the pen in his hand, walked over, and bowed and said, "The little girl has met Mr. Luo Qi."

"Girl doesn't have to be too polite." Looking at the girl in front of her wearing a silver-red embroidered cloud ball, an apricot-colored pleated long skirt, a small exquisite bun, a tendril butterfly hairpin, and a charming charming look in her. Shangguan Moxun's deep eyes flashed strange light, and Ye Shuhua was moved toward her with a heart of Buddha.

"Xi'er, the painting has been painted, so go back to the room to rest, don't be tired." Although Ji Chengxuan appreciated Shangguan Moxun's talent and became friends with age, he was a foreign man after all, so it was fine to meet him in the study, but it was not good to have too much contact, so he made an excuse to let Song Ruoxi leave.

Shangguan Moxun asked politely: "Luo Qi takes the liberty and wants to see the girl's paintings, don't you know if it's possible?"

"Young Master Luo Qi is very good at painting. It is the honor of the little girl to be able to get the advice of the young master." Song Ruoxi curled his lips and smiled.

Shangguan Moxun is a famous painter. Who wouldn’t expect him to give some advice? Ji Chengxuan did not doubt that he had, and said with a smile: “If Xi'er’s paintings can be guided by Mr. Luo Qi, she will definitely benefit a lot.”

"Ji Xiang, you are kind." Shangguan Moxun smiled, walked to the desk, looked down at the painting. The layout was reasonable, but the style was a little immature and the lines were too stiff.

"How is this painting?" Song Ruoxi asked expectantly.

"The brush and ink are weak, the density is not appropriate, and it is too tidy." Shangguan Moxun criticized without hesitation.

Song Ruoxi stared at Shangguan Moxun, would you say so directly? To be more tactful, will you die?

"Xi'er, thank Mr. Luo Qi for his advice." Shangguan Moxun's truth annoyed Song Ruoxi, but Ji Chengxuan was very happy. He knew that Xi'er was his granddaughter and did not flatter him. He did not read the wrong person.

"Luo Qi is talking about paintings. If there is any mistake, please forgive me." Shangguan Moxun said politely.

Song Ruoxi looked at the man who was smiling in great ecstasy, and hated her teeth. However, he knew that he was telling the truth. In front of Ji Chengxuan, he was not good at taking it seriously and bowed gracefully, saying, "Thank you little girl, the young master for raising the shortcomings in the little girl's paintings."

At this time, Xiangxiu brought the tea in and saw Shangguan Moxun and was stunned.

Ji Chengxuan only thought she was fascinated by Shangguan Moxun's beauty, and coughed lightly, saying, "Xiang Xiu accompanied the girl back to her room."

"Grandpa, Xi'er left." Song Ruoxi bowed and took Xiangxiu out of the room. When he walked to the door, he met Qinghe with a cloak.

Ji Chengxuan and Shangguan Moxun had a great time in the study. They played chess for several games. At noon, they kept him in the mansion for lunch and took out the good wine they had collected for decades to entertain guests. Ji Zhen and Ji Hong were accompanying each other, with fine wine and delicious food, and chatting and laughing.

Song Ruoxi listened to them talking through the screen. The more he listened, the more he felt that Shangguan Moxun was not simple. He could talk about music and painting with Ji Chengxuan and Ji Hong, and talk about current affairs and politics with them, and also talk about military strategy with Ji Zhen.

Shangguan Moxun's excellent performance not only made Ji Chengxuan's appreciation for him soar, but even the Ji Zhen brothers also had a greater likeness for him and became confidants.

After the banquet, Ji Chengxuan personally sent Shangguan Moxun out and watched him leave. Then he returned to the main room happily. He sat on the couch and said to Mrs. Ji with a mouthful of wine: "Luo Qi is worthy of being a prince of a noble family. He is good at everything in literature and martial arts. He can win the favor of the emperor, which is not as unbearable as the rumors in the city."

Mrs. Ji handed the sobering soup to Ji Chengxuan, "Speak of slander is mostly born out of jealousy."

Ji Chengxuan took the bowl, drank it all in one mouthful, and asked, "I heard from my second brother that you borrowed the Jiang family's villa to treat you, what are you going to do?"

"Pick a wife for Lian'er." Mrs. Ji Chengxuan drank wine, talked a lot, and sat down next to him with a smile. "By the way, I can help Zhen'er Xiang'er see. If I pick a suitable girl, the marriage between the three brothers will be decided, so that I will not be plotted against."

"Who dares to plot against my grandson and grandson?" Ji Chengxuan glared at him with a beard.

"You are busy these days, and I haven't had time to tell you about some things. Three boys are plotted against by others, but calculating Xi'er is a big deal. Yun'er said that Old Man Song fell in love with Ye Shuhua, the young lord of Dengying City, and wanted to send Xi'er..."

"Old man, what a big courage!" Ji Chengxuan stood up suddenly and looked angry, "I want to send my granddaughter to be a concubine, but I don't even have any door."

Mrs. Ji held him down, "Don't be anxious, listen to me first. Xi'er will be in the 19th June, and the engagement is imminent. Yun'er means to choose a family with the same family first, discuss it privately, and wait for Mrs. Jiang to protect the media on the 20th and decide on Xi'er's marriage, so that Old Man Song can't make any move."

"Which family is loved?" Ji Chengxuan asked.

"Yun'er fell in love with two brothers from the Yi family in Guangling Prefecture. She said that the Yi family is well-ruled and that she could only take a concubine without a son at 40 years old. But those two boys are Bai Ding."

"It's okay for Bai Ding. As long as they strive to win the spring exam next year and get a gold medal, they can become officials."

"Old man Song will not let Xi'er's marriage be delayed until next spring exam." Mrs. Ji sneered.

Ji Chengxuan frowned, "Is there a suitable candidate in Beijing?"

"There are many young masters and masters in various prefectures in the capital, but there are very few chats with my Xier." In the eyes of Mrs. Ji, Song Ruoxi's appearance, personality, wisdom and identity are almost perfect. She is very harsh and picky about her husband's choice. If there is anything wrong, she will abandon it.

Ji Chengxuan thought for a while and asked, "Old woman, how can Luo Qi give us Xi'er?"

"Old man, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Ji's eyes widened.

"This is not a drunken word, but a truth. Luo Qi's appearance, character, talent and knowledge, and family background are all very good."

"He is good at everything, but he is not at the same age. He is a teenager older than Xi'er. It would be great if he was a few years younger." Mrs. Ji sighed regretfully.

"The age gap is not a problem. He is older than Xi'er, mature and steady. After getting married, he will love Xi'er very much." Ji Chengxuan is optimistic about Shangguan Moxun.

Mrs. Ji was unhappy and sneered lightly, "My Xier is young and young, why should I find an old man?"

Ji Chengxuan was choking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "By the way, Luo Qi said he has a nephew, four or five years older than Xier, and will come to Beijing in a few days. Then make arrangements and check each other. If Luo Qi is seven or eight points, you will make up this matter."

Mrs. Ji's eyes turned slightly and asked, "Old man, why did this Mr. Luo Qi tell you about his nephew?"

Ji Chengxuan was stunned for a moment and laughed, "This slim boy."

"Old man, Xi'er is the only girl in her grandchildren. Her lifelong affairs are a little more important than those kids. Apart from this candidate, think about it more and see if there are any other suitable ones. Let the eldest and second brother go and inquire carefully. Be sure to help Xi'er choose a good one." Mrs. Ji's eyes were slightly red, "You can't let Xi'er live as hard and difficult as Yun'er."

Ji Chengxuan held Mrs. Ji's hand tightly, "I have been up and down in the officialdom for half my life, and I have reached this position today. If I can't keep my family peaceful and my children and grandchildren smooth, then I really don't know what I have to do in my life."

As he landed on the ground, there was a thunderous thunder. It was brighter at noon and the rain was even stronger in the afternoon. The sky was gloomy, and the thunder came one after another. The rainstorm lasted for three days. The moat water surged, and the low-lying areas in the city were filled with water.

Seeing that the rain was clear, Mrs. Ji smiled happily and did not have to reschedule the invitation. While sending someone to the Jiang family courtyard outside the city to clean up, she sent someone to notify the seven families. The next morning, she took Mrs. Ji, Mrs. Ji Er, Mrs. Jiang, and Song Ruoxi to ride three carriages.

The Jiang family courtyard is Mrs. Jiang's dowry. It is not big and the scenery is ordinary. However, there is a horse farm with more than a dozen docile ponies, and girls can ride horses and take a walk.

Only five of the seven girls came, namely the second daughter of Yan, the second daughter of the doctor of the Secretariat, the third daughter of Meng, the third daughter of the Hanlin Academy, the eldest daughter of the commander of the Jingwei, the eldest daughter of Wu, the second daughter of the doctor of the Ministry of Justice, and the second daughter of Shaoqing, the second daughter of Shangbao Si. The other two girls fell ill due to cold and could not come to the banquet.

When Mrs. Ji heard this, she immediately gave up the girls from the two families. She was sick and weak and married them and was difficult to serve.

Dear ladies were sitting in the main hall and talking, while Song Ruoxi sat with the five girls in the side hall, with a few plates of exquisite snacks on the table, Xiang Xiu and others stood by the side with their hands, helping to add tea and water from time to time.

It is okay to write poems to girls, but if someone dares to say no to girls, it would be extremely embarrassing. Song Ruoxi took out two veils she embroidered and threw bricks to attract jade, so that he could see the girl's tutoring from the embroidery of the five people.

"Sister's picture looks unusual to the ordinary." Yan stared at the embroidery and looked carefully.

"This is an exercise by my brother. I looked at it and embroidered it as I liked it." Song Ruoxi deliberately mentioned Song Lian.

The four girls looked at it and it was indeed different from ordinary styles. Meng praised: "There are naturally differences between painting exercises and patterns. I didn't see that, but Sister Yan has better eyesight."

Yan's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head and said, "I often do these things on weekdays, and I don't have the knowledge of my sisters studying."

"Sister Yan's embroidery must be extraordinary. Take it out and let us see it!" Lin's eyes flashed slightly and he said with a smile.

"I don't embroidery well, don't joke." Yan took out the embroidery and spread it on the table. It was embroidered with a blooming peony and a budding peony that was about to bloom. It was unique and novel, and skillful in needlework.

Song Ruoxi glanced at Xiangxiu and saw her nodding slightly, she knew that Yan's embroidery skills were good.

"You are so well embroidered and are afraid of jokes, so how can I take this out?" As he said that, Meng took out the embroidery and put it on the table, "With me here, I believe no one can embroider it even worse than mine."

There was a mess on the veil, what was the embroidery?

"It turns out that Sister Meng embroidered hydrangeas." Song Ruoxi was afraid that Meng would be embarrassed, so he helped her.

Meng smiled heartily and said, "Sister Song was wrong. I embroidered peony."

"You have the nerve to take it out because of this vulgar embroidery." Lin curled her lips contemptuously and took out her embroidery, which was embroidered with a bunch of orchids and a poem embroidered with a poem, "The heart is silky and the appearance is crimson."

Song Ruoxi didn't like Lin's narcissism, but he didn't show any of his face and praised with a smile: "My sister Lin's embroidery skills are extraordinary."

Lin's face was gloomy.

The Min and Wu also took out their own embroidery pieces, which were not as good as the Yan family, Lin and Song Ruoxi, and were much better than Meng family. The Yan family had the best embroidery skills and Meng family was the worst, but Song Ruoxi liked Meng family very much.

The girls' conversations were vaguely heard outside, and the wives had different expressions. Mrs. Ji, like Song Ruoxi, had removed Lin's family.

After talking about the needlework for a while, Song Ruoxi threw bricks and jade again, let the fragrant embroidery bring to the pipa, and played the song "Spring Idea".

Min's piano, a song "General's Order", played it strongly and excitingly.

"I have only been learning the zither for two months and I don't caress well. Please don't joke with you sisters." Yan said with a red face.

Yan's time was still short of learning zheng, so he only played one short song, and made three mistakes, rubbing the silk handkerchief in his hand in shame.

"Practicing the zither makes perfect. Sister Yan practices more in the future and will definitely play well." Song Ruoxi smiled.

"No talent, even if you are diligent, it is useless." Lin glanced at Yan, sat down next to the zither, and stroked a song "Autumn Moon and Geese Song", with superb skills and melodiousness.

"I want to show my ugly moment again." Meng laughed, took out the flute I carried with me and played an unknown song, but she was not outstanding but she was not ugly.
Chapter completed!