Chapter 321 Drawing

Fat Miaoer was not embarrassed either. Since she chose to play games, she had to admit that she lost.

"Sister Ling'er, what talent are you planning to perform?" asked Fat Miao'er.

Upon hearing this, Guo Ling'er thought for a moment and said softly: "In previous years, I have written poems, but today I want to paint a pair."

"Then I will write a poem for Sister Ling'er's painting." Fat Miao'er said.

"Okay." Guo Ling'er nodded.

Although the conversation between the two was not loud, everyone present was paying attention to them and could hear it clearly.

Mrs. Jia smiled slightly and ordered to the maid beside her: "Prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes, madam." The maid responded and turned around and left.

In fact, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were already ready, but they were just put aside and didn't take it up. Now she just needs to let the servants carry it over.

After the table was lifted up, Fat Miaoer and Guo Linger got up and walked over. Liu Yeer and Yang Ruyi followed closely behind to see if there was anything needed to help. The drum beat and flower passing here continued.

Guo Ling'er first spread the rice paper and then arranged the required paint and brush.

"Sister Ling'er, what flowers are you going to spend?" asked Fat Miao'er.

Because she wants to write poetry, she needs to ask in advance.

"I'm going to draw peonies." Guo Ling'er smiled slightly.

"Peony is good, the king of flowers, which means grace and dignity, wealth and auspiciousness, noble and proud, and is just right for Mrs. Jia." said Fat Miao'er.

From the moment when I was enjoying the flowers, Fat Miaoer discovered that there are the most types of peonies in the garden, which is enough to prove Mrs. Jia’s love for peonies.

"I think so too." Guo Ling'er smiled.

Then, Guo Ling'er picked up the small bowl, put some yellow pigments, poured in some clean water, and stirred slowly.

Seeing this, Fat Miaoer knew that Guo Linger was preparing to draw Yao Huang, the first of the four famous peonies.

Because there were a few plants in the garden just now, when Mrs. Jia introduced her just now, she looked proud and said that she had brought her from the capital. She had worked so hard to support her.

"Sister Ling'er, if you put some of this in, it will have unexpected results." Fat Miao'er took out a small bottle from her arms and said with a mysterious look on her face.

"What is this?" Guo Ling'er reached out to take it, looking puzzled.

"It's..." Fat Miao'er approached Guo Ling'er and muttered in a low voice.

"Really?" Guo Ling'er looked surprised.

"We have all experimented. If you don't believe me, ask my sister-in-law and my sister." Fat Miao'er looked at Yang Ruyi and Liu Ye'er.

"Really." The two nodded.

They were with Pang Miaoer every day, so they knew what she had taken out. Besides, they were right next to them. Although Pang Miaoer's voice was not loud, they could hear it clearly.

After hearing this, Guo Ling'er opened the bottle cap, poured the liquid inside into a few drops of yellow pigment, and then covered the lid and gave it to Fat Miao'er.

Fat Miaoer reached out to take it, put it in her arms again, picked up the inkstone on the table and started grinding the ink. Not only did she use poems to write later, but Guo Linger also needed to use some paintings.

Everything was ready, Guo Ling'er closed her eyes.

After a while, she suddenly opened her, picked up the brush hanging beside her, dipped it in the prepared paint, and started painting it on rice paper.

Fat Miaoer, Liu Yeer and Yang Ruyi watched attentively. Although they didn't know how to paint, they could also see that Guo Linger was very powerful because she was not dragging her back at all. The paintings were very smooth, giving people a pleasing feeling.

The time passed quickly, and the drum beats over there continued. Some people performed piano skills in the middle, and some performed singing and dancing, which won everyone's praise.

Guo Ling'er here has not been affected at all and is focused on painting.

Now the painting is coming to an end. A beautiful and noble Yao Huang has appeared on the rice paper. Now Guo Ling'er is depicting the branches of the flowers.

"call!"

Guo Ling'er let out a heavy breath, put down the pen in her hand, looked at Yao Huang on the paper, and showed a look of satisfaction.

"Ling'er, wipe your sweat and don't catch a cold." Liu Ye'er took out her handkerchief and handed it over.

She had long seen the thin sweat on Guo Ling'er's head. She had been preparing the handkerchief for a long time, but she had not made any noise because she was afraid of disturbing her painting.

"Thank you Ye'er." Guo Ling'er reached out to take it, wiped it gently on her forehead, and returned it to Liu Ye'er.

"It looks so good." Yang Ruyi exclaimed.

"It looks good." Fat Miaoer agreed.

"It's just a trick of carving insects." Guo Ling'er said modestly.

"Sister Ling'er, you have a rest first, I'll write a poem." Fat Miao'er said.

"Okay!" Guo Ling'er nodded, stood up and gave up her seat.

Fat Miao'er sat down, picked up the brush, dipped it ink and started writing.

She had already thought about the poem, but she only saw her chanting while writing it: "There are no different kinds of people outside the world, and the most beautiful thing in the world.

It can already be made of gold as powder, and it can also provide fragrance from musk.

The colorful sleeves are turned around and the swan's clothes are cut.

How much spiritual flowers are left, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums is left in the distance."

As the words fell, Fat Miaoer finished writing the last stroke, put the brush aside, lowered her head and blew it gently, so that the ink was drying faster.

Standing aside, Guo Ling'er opened her eyes excitedly when Fat Miao'er recited the first two sentences. Now that he had finished writing, he quickly stood beside Fat Miao'er, looked carefully, and studied quietly while watching.

"Fat Meow." Guo Ling'er called out.

"Hmm?" Fat Miaoer raised her head.

"Thank you." Guo Ling'er bowed solemnly.

"Sister Ling'er, what are you doing?" Fat Miao'er stood up with a look of confusion.

Yang Ruyi was also very surprised by Liu Yeer beside her, wondering why Guo Linger was like this.

Guo Ling'er smiled slightly and said softly: "Thank you for your poems, letting my Yao Huang come alive."

"Sister Ling'er, I was also inspired and wrote it casually." Fat Miao'er scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Let's show the painting to everyone. They have been waiting for a long time." Yang Ruyi said.

"Let's go." Fat Miao'er nodded, and took Guo Ling'er one by one and walked towards Mrs. Jia.

Seeing the two of them coming over with the paintings, Mrs. Jia immediately asked the servants to carry a desk to display the paintings.

Fat Miaoer and Guo Linger walked up to Mrs. Jia and carefully placed the painting on the desk.

Mrs. Jia looked down and her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "Good painting."

Hearing the sound, the ladies and ladies on the side also surrounded and admired their works.

After seeing it, everyone praised it.

Afterwards, Mrs. Jia turned her gaze to the poem written by Pang Miaoer. Although Pang Miaoer's words are not as good as the quality, they are also very delicate and full of ornamentality.

Mrs. Jia glanced at Fat Miao'er and nodded secretly. She must have put a lot of effort into writing words like this at such a young age.

But when she read the poem, her voice was trembling unconsciously.
Chapter completed!