The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

It was just a short moment, like a dream, only to see Han Yan finished the last stroke, put the pen down, opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at everyone, and everyone came back to their senses.

"Miss Li is ready?" the queen asked, she had a certain liking for this little girl in her heart, and now she saw Hanyan's brilliance, and she admired it even more in her heart.

"I have not yet." After Han Yan finished speaking, she turned around, stretched out her hand and lifted a jug of wine on the silver plate of the maid beside her: "A drop of good wine!" Holding the wine cup in one hand, the wine was poured into the cup, and he picked it up with his fingertips. Smear a drop on the paper, and you can see that there is a slight bright yellow in the painting.

This wine is made from Huanhua brewed from a variety of fresh flowers. It has a sweet taste and a bright and clear yellow color. It is now painted on a painting, matching black and white ink and color rice paper. A little yellow makes it look bright and vivid.

Han Yan nodded, and two young maids came over and presented the rice paper to the empress on a golden wooden base covered with red silk. When the emperor saw the painting, his eyes paused, and he didn't speak for a while.

The people at the table didn't know what happened. Seeing that the emperor was silent, their hearts began to beat, and at the same time they became more and more curious about the painting. Zhuang Yushan and Li Jiaqi looked at each other, both of them had doubts in their hearts, seeing the emperor not seeming to be happy, they gloated even more, guessing that Hanyan's painting was too bad, which made the emperor angry. The queen looked at the painting with an unpredictable expression. When everyone was waiting and fidgeting, the emperor suddenly laughed loudly: "Come here, let me show you this picture!"

The maid hurriedly came over and unfolded the rice paper spread in front of everyone. When the things on the painting came into everyone's eyes, the whole banquet was completely silent.

However, there are little ink marks, spread out in appropriate shades, and the ink color on the painting seems to be done at will, but it is exquisite and inconceivable. Under the city tower where the beacon fire was raised, the army cavalry returned in triumph, the soldiers were below, and there was a bright yellow in the distance, which was the figure of the emperor.

What Hanyan painted is a grand scene of the triumphant return of the army returning to the imperial court, a picture of the emperor's high position and the prosperity of the world!

The most astonishing thing is not the content of the painting, but the small poem inscribed in the blank space: the iron clothes are broken on the battlefield of hundreds of battles, and the south of the city has been surrounded by numbers. He shot and killed General Huyan in a sudden battalion, and led the remnant soldiers back with thousands of horses.

However, with just a few strokes, he portrayed the image of a general who fought bravely and made great achievements in battle. The little girl was only in her teens, and she seemed to have experienced it herself. The most romantic is the handwriting, rigid as iron painting, charming as silver hook, vigorous and vigorous, simple and elegant, the ice of a broken jade pot, the moon of a rotten Yaotai, graceful as a tree, and muscular as a breeze. If you hadn't seen that superb calligraphy with your own eyes, how would you believe it was done by a sweet smiling girl in a bun in front of you!

They all say that their words are like their own, and they have such a strong character, which is really rare!

After Zhuang Yushan and Li Jiaqi's initial surprise, now only endless resentment remained. Now that Han Yan is in the limelight, she, Zhuang Yushan, won't have the chance to play, why! If she were the eldest daughter of the Zhuang Mansion, the praise of everyone in the hall would be hers now. Thinking of this, the eyes she looked at Han Yan were full of jealousy.

But Li Jiaqi was mad with hatred. The more she looked at Hanyan's smiling face, the more she felt that she was hypocritical. She obviously had such a talent, but she could hide it so well. Joy is simply playing tricks on yourself. The self-esteem of the dignified right-hand daughter was insulted, and Han Yan was already listed as the greatest enemy in her life in her heart.

Han Yan blinked quietly at Deng Chan, expressing that everything was fine, Deng Chan was both excited and puzzled, when did Han Yan become so good at calligraphy? Just now when she was standing in the hall writing, Deng Chan almost had the illusion that this was not Han Yan, just because the elegance of that back was so strange and dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

Everyone was full of thoughts, but Han Yan stood alone in the hall, but seemed to be standing outside the world of mortals, looking at those ink marks, the pictures of the previous life passed by before his eyes one by one like a flashing lantern.

No one knows what price was used to obtain such superb calligraphy. After the bandits happened in her previous life, she closed herself up and locked herself in Qingqiu Garden all day long. Every night, I always have nightmares and cannot fall asleep, so I light the oil lamp, write and paint to pass the time, and temporarily forget those shadows.

How can there be so many geniuses in the world, but they are just familiar with it. The same calligraphy and painting, practiced a hundred times, a thousand times, no matter how bad it is, it will be 70% bad. Therefore, although her calligraphy was mediocre in her previous life, after so many sleepless nights, she has today's romantic painting.

There was a bit of bitterness in the smile on the lips. The world used to only look at the scenery in front of people, but they didn't know the blood and tears in it.

The handsome young man quietly observed the little people in the hall, the obvious loneliness and pain made him stunned again, and made him even more thoughtful. From all the indications, this little girl doesn't act like she should be at her age. What happened to her?

The emperor laughed loudly, and even said three "yes" words: "I didn't expect my Dazong to have such a talent! With such a mind, I should be a woman who won't give way to a man!"

Indeed, compared to Princess Yunni's dance and Li Jiaqi's piano sound, this calligraphy and painting has abandoned the delicateness of her daughter's family, and it is surprisingly successful. It is said that people can see the beauty of a girl by looking at the chic and handsome pen and ink. open minded. Whose daughter paints the battlefield, it can be seen that Miss Zhuang Fourth is open-minded and has more knowledge than other daughters. Compared with this one, Li Jiaqi's piece is inferior.

There are many heroic soldiers present here, and Han Yan is even more appreciative. It is rare to meet such an unpretentious little girl, who speaks frankly and innocently, it is really hard not to like it.

Han Yan bowed again, and then said with a smile: "This painting is to celebrate Da Zong's great victory in the Northwest. General Cheng killed the enemy on the battlefield. He should be a hero of Da Zong, just like the poem written there. With a courtier like General Cheng, it will definitely be more prosperous."

After speaking, he smiled at General Cheng, and Cheng Lei was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Han Yan to say that, and seeing her clear eyes, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed: "The humble minister is just doing his job, the word hero is ashamed Don't dare to be."

The emperor laughed loudly: "General Cheng doesn't have to be humble, I know you are the hero this time, Miss Zhuang is right, with you, my great country will be more prosperous!"

The atmosphere became lively in an instant, and the courtiers, seeing the joy of the emperor's dragon heart, praised General Cheng for his great achievements and boasted about God's blessings. Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, although it was a talent competition among the daughters, but today's palace banquet is to celebrate the great victory in the Northwest after all, and it cannot be put the cart before the horse. Her words pulled her focus back, and she also indirectly showed her favor to General Cheng. This General Cheng is an upright man, and he will also be an important confidant in the prince's party in the future.