"Yixuan, let's not compete in martial arts today. Let's just take a look at the beautiful scenery in this summer. How about reciting poems and painting?" Murong Che suggested.
"What's wrong with that?" Yanran is not afraid. As for pen and ink painting, she has learned some. Sketching is even better. Manni is a fashion designer, and Yanran also learned sketching with her. What's more, after arriving in ancient times,
Having nothing to do all day long, in order to kill time, she often drew and practiced calligraphy with Xuan Yi, and her skills were even better.
Poetry? That simple one is a piece of cake. I just copied a few poems from my memory that will definitely make Shangguan Che admire him.
"Zhang Qiang, grind the ink!" Murong Che ordered.
Zhang Qiang obediently laid out the paper he bought from the market when he arrived and began to polish the ink.
"Brother Che, how about painting first?"
"Okay, then I'll come first. I just want Yixuan to write a poem for me after the painting is finished." Murong Che took over the pen and said boldly.
He looked at the lake from a distance, then looked at the flowers nearby, and pondered for a while. After a while, a beautiful painting appeared on the paper.
Lin Yanran looked at it carefully. The flowers were clustered and the butterflies were flying. The painting was really lifelike. She couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Brother Che's painting is really excellent."
"Yixuan, it's your turn!"
Murong Che laughed. It was a great pleasure for him to be praised by Lin Yixuan.
Lin Yanran thought about it for a moment, and then the song "Die Lian Hua" appeared on the paper.
"Die Lian Hua, good poem, good poem." Murong Che nodded and read. He couldn't help but admire, he had never seen such a good poem: "Is this poem written by Yixuan?"
Lin Yanran was about to answer yes, but Zhang Qiang beat her to it: "Sir, this poem looks so familiar. It seems to have been written by the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Lin's family at the poetry festival."
"Miss Lin family? Lin Yanran?" Murong Che was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked Zhang Qiang doubtfully. Lin Yanran was her unmarried princess. Although she knew she was very talented, she didn't expect that she could do such an outstanding job.
The poem was really beyond his expectation.
"It is Miss Lin. Master, you have forgotten that someone told us that Miss Lin disappeared four years ago and was recognized by Master Lin at a poetry meeting not long ago."
Zhang Qiang did not dare to point out that the man was actually Shangguan Qingchu, but he was afraid that the identity of the prince would be exposed. As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Yanran with a proud look.
"Zhang Qiang is right. This poem was indeed written by the eldest daughter of the Lin family. Yixuan heard it at a poetry meeting and thought it was good, so she borrowed it. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!"
Lin Yanran couldn't help being happy. She didn't expect that her name, Lin Yanran, was already well-known in the capital. Even Zhang Qiang, a little follower, had heard of it. Hehe, if I tell them that I am Lin Yanran now, will they tell me excitedly?
I want an autograph, and then take a bunch of photos, so that we can also enjoy the treatment of a celebrity.
"Yixuan, what are you thinking about?" Murong Che looked at him inexplicably as he was absent-minded and smiled involuntarily at the corner of his mouth. His side face looked very beautiful, and his silly smile added a bit of cuteness. Just looking at it in his heart
He was a little panicked, and his eyes couldn't help but become hot.
Yanran came back to her senses and met Murong Che's eyes. She was a little embarrassed and her face turned crimson. She simply stood up and avoided his eyes. The cool wind kept blowing from the lake, gradually blowing away the coldness on Yanran's face.
Blazing, she exhaled lightly towards the rippled lake surface.