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Chapter Thirty-Four and Embroidery

The speaker is Prince Jing.

When the emperor heard this, he nodded and said, "This is a good idea, my brother. Chang'er, you can do a painting in front of all the ministers."

Yun Shang pondered for a moment, but before she could answer, she heard Li Luo's voice coming again, "Is it possible that Princess Huiguo is scared? What's fake is fake, and it can't be true. What do you think, princess?"

Yun Shang smiled slightly and did not answer. He just raised his head and looked at Emperor Ning, "Father, those who are clean will be clean. However, there are always people who want to stir up trouble. Chang'er wants to start a bet with them.

Since you want to play, you have to play more excitingly. If Chang'er draws it, then please do something for this young master. If Chang'er loses, then please do something for this young master.

, I will never go back on my word, what does this young master want?"

Li Luo sneered, "Okay, I don't believe it. A little girl like you, whose hair hasn't even grown yet, can draw at such a level."

As soon as Li Luo finished speaking, there were several echoes, "We are also willing to make a bet with the princess. We bet that Young Master Li Luo will win."

Yun Shang nodded and told Mr. Zheng, "Can I please help you remember it, Mr. Zheng?"

Many more people joined in, but they were all from Li Luo's camp. When Manager Zheng remembered it, a cold voice rang again, "I, too, will join in. I bet that Princess Huiguo will win."

The addition of Prince Jing made the scene immediately heated up. After Manager Zheng recorded everything, Yun Chang took the parchment from Manager Zheng and handed it to Emperor Ning, saying, "Please also ask your father to bear witness to Chang'er."

"Okay." Emperor Ning readily agreed and returned to his throne, "give the princess some pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Someone from the palace brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Yun Chang picked up the pen and smiled, "I have already painted the lotus. Apart from the lotus, Chang'er prefers the iris. It is a flower that blooms on the other side of the Yellow Spring in legend. The flowers and leaves are incompatible with each other."

See, let’s just paint iris flowers today.”

After saying that, she started to write. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yun Shang's hand, but they saw that she was very decisive in writing, without any sloppiness, and almost without any thinking. It was as if the appearance of the iris had already been imprinted in her mind, and the painting

I've passed it countless times and it's easy to pick it up.

After just one stick of incense, Yun Shang put down his pen, and someone from the palace came forward to show Yun Shang's painting to everyone.

With a smile on his face, Emperor Ning said to a white-bearded minister sitting in front of everyone who had been silent, "Taifu, you are the most knowledgeable in the court, and you are also accomplished in chess, calligraphy and painting.

It's very deep, why don't you come and see if the lotus and the iris were painted by the same person."

The Taifu quickly responded, "I obey your order." After saying that, he stepped forward and compared them carefully.

After a long time, he turned around and said to Emperor Ning, "Reporting to the Emperor, although this iris was painted a little hastily and the details in the brush strokes are not delicate, the style is consistent with the lotus. Moreover, the two paintings

They all have some characteristics in common, that is, the strokes are slightly heavier and the strokes are closed casually, and they are all written by the same person."

"How is that possible?" Li Luo's face was already a little ugly. He stood up from his seat, walked to the two paintings and looked at them for a long time, then frowned and said reluctantly, "I lost." After saying that, he nodded.

He walked away without looking back.

So rampant...

Yun Shang's eyes glanced at Emperor Ning who was sitting on the dragon throne, but she saw that there was already displeasure in his eyes. Yun Shang lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Such a arrogant person would probably not live long.

"Thank you all for your support. I'm really sorry. I won everyone. However, what I said about the bet just now was just casual talk. If I lost to Chang'er, Chang'er would cancel it. However, just now, Prince Jing also participated.

"Everyone who is indebted to King Jing, Chang'er doesn't dare to take the initiative anymore. Let's just let it be a show. Mother, let's ask the dancer to come up and dance to lighten the atmosphere." Yun Chang said with a smile, with a look on his face.

He was very humble, but no one dared to look down upon him.

"Yes." Queen Yuanzhen's eyes lightly swept over Yun Shang's face. There was no unnecessary expression on her face. She just smiled and clapped her hands, and then the dancers filed in and began to dance gracefully.

Yun Shang slowly walked back to her seat. As soon as she sat down, she heard Hua Jing next to her say, "I didn't expect that the imperial sister has such a skill. It really surprised her."

Yun Shang turned her head and said with a smile, "I was just learning to play when I had nothing to do. Abbot Wu always said that the things I painted had no charm, so I didn't dare to show my shame. It was Prince Jing who brought it up just now. Father,

I also issued an edict and had no choice but to..."

"We have no choice but to do so." Hua Jing murmured and repeated, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Although it only flashed past, Yun Shang caught it.

After the song and dance, the dancer had just left the stage when a voice rang out, "Today is the day when Princess Huiguo has a hairpin. I am a humble minister, but I am willing to play a song for the princess. I hope the princess likes it."

Yun Shang paused and felt something hurt in her heart.

What was supposed to come still came. In the previous life, it was also his piano music, full of affection, which made him sink deeply into the mud, and then stepped into the abyss. In this life, I originally thought that everything had quietly changed, but I didn't expect that what was supposed to come still came.

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Everyone's eyes fell on Yun Shang again. Before Yun Shang could answer, they heard Hua Jing say with a smile, "Chang'er is really lucky. This young master of the Mo family is the best among the young masters in the imperial city. He is so slim and graceful."

My lady, a gentleman is very kind, and Mr. Mo has a very good taste. Chang'er must not let Mr. Mo down."

Yun Chang smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Chang'er. I have heard the imperial sister mention this young master many times. When I saw it today, he really lived up to his reputation. Young Master, please..."

Noila Mo nodded and sat down by the piano table. She kept looking at Yun Shang, her hands started to move, and the sound of the piano began to play, "There was a beautiful woman in the past, I will never forget it when I see her..."

Yun Shang lowered her eyes, recalling bit by bit everything she had with Noila Mo in her previous life, from acquaintance to marriage to betrayal, scenes passed before her eyes. Yun Shang gritted her teeth and heard the music in her ears.

He became more and more affectionate, but the hatred in his heart became even stronger.

At the end of the song, no one spoke, and Yun Chang didn't speak either. After a long time, he raised his head, smiled slightly and said, "It sounds very good, but it's a pity that Chang'er doesn't know how to do it, so it's hard for him to be kind to you."

When Noila Mo heard the words, her eyes dimmed a bit. She stood up and was about to retreat when a sachet slipped from her sleeve and fell to the ground. Noila Mo seemed to have not noticed that there was someone close to her.

He picked up the sachet and said, "Mr. Mo, your sachet has fallen."

Noila Mo paused and turned around, "Huh? Really?"

The person who picked up the sachet was a woman. She was about to hand it over when she suddenly noticed something. She frowned and said, "Hey, why does the embroidery on this sachet look the same as the one just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked over, "Yeah, it's Hunan embroidery. I'm afraid only one person can do this kind of needlework and this embroidery skill..." (To be continued)


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