Hundreds of flowers bloomed in the imperial garden. After viewing the flowers, the ladies returned to the main hall.

When Mu Li walked back, the Queen Mother and the Empress were already seated.

The Queen Mother waved to her.

This girl, the Queen Mother is planning to have a tight circle and not allow her to fly.

After admiring the flowers, naturally the next step is to recite poems and compose poems.

As usual in previous years, this year is no exception.

The Queen Mother is old and unwilling to work, so naturally the Queen Mother is still in charge.

As in previous years, I still write poems and paintings.

However, the Empress made a new suggestion. The ladies would paint the paintings first, and then the princes would be free to choose poems. The one with the best artistic conception would be crowned this year.

These young masters are naturally the sons of officials, young masters of aristocratic families, and princes.

The Queen gave the ladies two hours, and with a command, the little eunuch on the side put the hourglass and started timing.

The noble ladies had solemn expressions, lowered their eyebrows and narrowed their eyes, holding pens, some were thinking hard, and some had already begun to count strokes.

Mu Li didn't want to participate, but she didn't dare to disobey the queen's order. Naturally, a young eunuch invited her to the desk.

She stood there, motionless.

The Queen Mother saw it and was secretly worried. Isn't this girl afraid?

Then I thought about it, it is normal for a little girl to be ignorant. She went to Lingshan when she was three years old and came back when she was a hairpin. She will not be back in Beijing until March or May. It is understandable if she is timid. Who can make Jiu'er like her?

Mu Li raised his eyes and glanced at Bu Qingqing beside him, and pouted in surprise. He had just painted a green leaf, which was very eye-catching. This girl's painting skills were so good.

He glanced forward again, and he was right in front of Chen Jiayao. The girl was very skillful in writing, and she seemed to be a powerful person.

Darling, these girls all have unique skills.

The real person doesn’t show his face!

Mu Li almost laughed. She made two paintings in total when she returned to the capital. One was a picture of "So many beauties in the country" during the spring banquet, and the other was a dumb painting of a bare patch of green branches that she intentionally or unintentionally sent to the palace.

At the moment, she really doesn't know what to draw.

The queen's intention is very obvious. The noble ladies painted paintings and the young men wrote poems. It was obvious that they were the matchmakers for marriage.

Unfortunately, Mu Li has no thoughts at the moment.

Of course, she was destined to be the wife of the Jun family, so even if she struggled, it would be of no avail.

Resign yourself to fate?

Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time.

Mu Li's face was cold, but her heart was soft. The lives of the hundred and eighty people in the Feng Mansion were all tied up in her skirt. If they were even a little bit worse, their life would be in jeopardy!

The carp is inside the dragon gate and can't jump out, so it might as well just swim in the water for now.

"Li'er." Seeing that she didn't move, the Queen Mother couldn't help it anymore, so she walked down and called out.

Mu Li turned his head and glanced, almost laughing. Is the Queen Mother afraid that her painting skills are not good and she will lose the royal dignity?

Even King An ran over and urged her, "Li, Miss Feng, why aren't you painting yet?"

Mu Li couldn't help it anymore, "Queen Mother, Prince An, if you watch Li'er painting like this, others might be dissatisfied, and those who don't know may think Li'er is cheating."

The Queen Mother was stunned, turned around and glared at Wang An, "Why are you here to join in the fun? Don't you know you can't peek? If you break the rules, go back." She pretended to be angry and scolded.

King An's cheeks cheered, and he returned to his original position with some reluctance.

The gentlemen were all far away, so naturally they didn't know who drew what.

Their task was to find paintings that suited their liking and write poems beside them.

A picture scroll had the signatures of the ladies on the back. They couldn't see it, but it didn't affect their choice.

For a good picture scroll, multiple people can write poems on it. The more poems written on the picture scroll, the more people will appreciate it. If you really can't write more, you can also use another piece of rice paper and put the pen in one place.

There are good pictures, but there are also undesirable ones. No one has written a poem, so it might be a little embarrassing. Of course, the queen does not intend to take out such a picture for everyone to appreciate.

Firstly, she was showing favor to others, and secondly, she had other plans. In addition to the main concubine, the princes also had side concubines and concubines, so they couldn't each be outstanding.

Mu Li watched the others draw most of the drawing, and she had no choice but to start writing.

She lifted her sleeves, and accidentally, the thrush charcoal fell down.

Mu Li's eyes moved slightly, he bent down to pick it up, and immediately started drawing with charcoal, it was simple and fast.

When she was bored in Lingshan, she would draw here and there with the charcoal pen, which was simply the source of her joy.

The thin amaranth grass she saw in the Imperial Garden flashed across her eyes, and she finally had the desire to paint.

Glancing at the rice paper in front of him, Mu Li smiled faintly, raised his hand slightly, and with a few swipes, the amaranth grass with small purple flowers jumped into his eyes.

With a little sketch, a sea of ​​purple flowers blooms vividly against the green background.

The little flowers seem to be floating in the breeze, making people want to jump into the flowers and soak in the fragrance.

Mu Li put away the charcoal with satisfaction.

"Is this the short grass with small purple flowers in the imperial garden just now?" Chen Jiayao handed over the scroll and was shocked as soon as she walked over.

"Yes, this is called Amaranth Xicao." Mu Li smiled, put away the scroll, and prepared to hand it to the father-in-law in front of him.

Chen Jiayao was shocked again and stood motionless.

A small flower can actually make her paint a piece of grass. It is a kingdom of flowers!

"I drew a Zou chrysanthemum, which goes well with your grass." Chen Jiayao laughed at herself.

Mu Li smiled and remained silent.

When she returned after handing in the scroll, Chen Jiayao was still stunned.

Chen Jiayao secretly felt lucky to have made such a talented friend.

Although she is not familiar with this legitimate daughter of the Feng family.

It doesn't matter, time is still long, relationships can be cultivated slowly, and sooner or later they will become friends who can't stop talking.

Bu Qingqing looked at her and then at Mu Li, his eyes full of displeasure.

What's going on with Chen Jiayao? Is Miss Muli a friend that she can make? Humph, you are not overestimating your abilities!

"Qingqing, what kind of flowers did you draw? They are so beautiful." Mu Li took two steps to the side and approached Bu Qingqing.

"Li...Sister Mu Li, this is peony." Bu Qingqing paused and his face turned red again.

Mu Li looked at her and smiled, this girl is interesting, everyone is in bright red and green colors, she is better, white peony.

On the contrary, it is different!

These three women are really strange. What kind of nonsense are they pretending to be in their minds?

Feng Muli drew a piece of grass, Bu Qingqing drew a white peony flower, and Chen Jiayao drew an inconspicuous little daisy.

If you want to catch the eyes of the young masters of various families, especially those of the princes, shouldn’t you be the peony of the country?

Even if it doesn't work, I still have to paint the red cuckoo.

Or maybe a pair of camellias?

This is a good time. The three weird girls draw all kinds of stuff. Could it be that they all come from the countryside?

I guess few people would take the initiative to write poems for their masterpieces.

Would it be better to do the opposite?
Chapter completed!