Drums sounded in the painting building, and the building became quiet. They all looked at the abbot's shopkeeper downstairs. The shopkeeper first handed over his hands, and then said: "The painting building can hold the competition every year, thanks to the support of all the distinguished guests, and today's refreshments are free. Thank you all for coming to witness.”
Echoing voices rang out from the painting studio. Following the shopkeeper's gesture, it became quiet again. The fifty contestants were already ready.
The shopkeeper pointed to the lit incense and said, "It takes just one stick of incense to paint on the spot with snow."
Zhulan first glanced at her confident son-in-law, and then looked at the others. Her eyes fell on Mr. Gu. She had no choice but to look at him. Among the fifty people below, he was the best.
Zhulan raised her finger and pointed at the person: "Do you think the young master in the gray gown looks good?"
Tao looked in the direction and his eyes lit up, "People say Zhuo Guyu is good looking recently, and this one is not bad either."
Zhulan thought to herself, no wonder her granddaughter was so impressed. Because she was ill, she looked a little pale and morbid. Ahem, she looks better!
Everyone has this love for beauty, and being good-looking naturally attracts attention, and Tao doesn't feel bored anymore.
Many official ladies came to the teahouse, and they all came together. They thought that the rules were not easy to discuss, but they never took their eyes away.
The box where the Fourth Prince was present was very large, and as soon as his identity was revealed, the box vacated without saying anything, so many people knew that the Fourth Prince was here.
Zhuo Guyu stood outside the half-open box and greeted him: "I heard that the Fourth Prince is here, so I came here to pay my respects."
The fourth prince felt bored waiting, so he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Guyu with amusement in his eyes, "The eldest grandson of the Duke of Yong'an."
Zhuo Guyu said seriously, "Yes."
The fourth prince glanced at the people behind Zhuo Guyu and said, "Come in."
Zhuo Guyu felt slightly relieved, "Thank you, Your Highness."
The guards outside the box gave way, and Zhuo Guyu came in with his sister. They greeted each other again, this time to Yuwen. Who gave Yuwen the title
Chang Zhong and the others nodded. They all had no titles and no one was nobler than the other.
Zhuo Guyu quickly glanced at the people in the box and was stunned for a moment. They were all related to the Zhouhou Mansion. His heart moved. The fourth prince was indeed close to the Zhouhou Mansion.
Zoya sat at the girl's table. The only person she knew was An He, the county master. "What are the county master looking at?"
From the moment she entered the door, she noticed that the county master kept looking down.
Yuwen, "Look at the scenery."
You can’t say that I’m looking at a handsome young man!
Zoya really believed it, "Who does the county chief think can come out on top?"
Yuwen said simply, "It must be my eldest uncle!"
Zoya choked, "What if?"
Yuwen was unhappy. She held her chin and continued to look after the young master, ignoring Zoya.
A private room is only so big, so the fourth princes naturally heard what was going on here, but it was difficult for them to interrupt. Now, the fourth prince chuckled and said, "Cousin, I also think Mr. Jiang can come out on top."
Yuwen, "..."
My cousin's heart trembles every time I hear it!
This cousin's call made Zhuo Guyu, who was unhappy because of his sister's embarrassment, look sideways. County Lord Anhe was indeed arrogant.
Chang Zhong glanced at the two Zhuo brothers and sisters with a half-smile, they were all chasing them here, they were so thick-skinned!
At the household department, Qiu Yan endured it again and again, but still couldn't help asking, "Is there any happy event at home?"
This has made me happy all morning!
Zhou Shuren stroked his beard and said, "My son-in-law will honor me with a painting tonight."
Qiu Yan reacted, "Your eldest son-in-law?"
"Well, I'm also surprised that he is so talented in painting."
Qiu Yan was upset. Although his son-in-law was from a good family, he would not be so filial to him. He knew that Jiang Sheng's paintings were worth a lot of money.
While they were talking, Jin Yan came in and said, "Master Marquis, Duke Yong'an invites you to tea."
Zhou Shuren stood up and said to Qiu Yan, "I'll leave this to you. I'll be back in a moment."
"Ah good."
Qiu Yan came to his senses after saying this, why did the Duke suddenly invite Zhou Shuren to tea? Looking at the young guard again, he suddenly understood the reason.
The old Duke did not expect that Zhou Shuren would be so easy to invite. He thought he would have to invite him several times, so he calmed down and said, "Marquis Zhou, please have a seat."
Regarding the powerful Marquis, the Duke did not dare to entrust him with power, and his attitude was extremely polite.
Zhou Shuren sat down and said, "I'm a straight-forward person. The Marquis of Zhou Mansion will not marry the Duke of Yong'an, so the Duke doesn't have to worry about it."
The old Duke's smile was a little forced, too straightforward, "My eldest grandson is outstanding, and it will be difficult to find a more outstanding young man in the capital."
"The eldest grandson of your mansion is indeed outstanding, but it has nothing to do with me, the Marquis of Zhou. To be more straightforward, as far as I know, many people are interested in the eldest grandson of the Duke's mansion. You don't need to hold on to our Marquis's mansion."
Zhou Shuren paused for a moment and continued: "I hate scheming the most. Anyone who scheming against me is not good at it. There is no way. I am stingy. No matter whether I am good at scheming or trying to borrow power, I can't do it."
Originally, he could have refused more politely, but he was too lazy to deal with the Duke's government's attitude of not giving up until the goal was achieved.
The old Duke was angry in his heart, but his face remained unchanged. He had worked his way up to this day. He knew that he could not offend Zhou Shuren, as Zhou Shuren's words would affect the Duke's palace. "You don't need to be excited, Marquis Zhou. Even if you can't become an in-law, you can still have more contacts." "
Anyway, County Lord Anhe is still young, so his grandson can wait. A good girl is afraid of being harassed by men, so he has confidence in his grandson.
Zhou Shuren seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "You and I are both sensible people. I don't want to make it too clear what the Duke's office has planned. I've also drank tea today and I have something to say before I leave."
He has come to this day step by step, and there is no need to wrong himself. There is no need to stay if there is no good tea.
The old Duke and others left and swept the teacups to the ground with a gloomy look on their faces.
The door suddenly opened again, and the old man almost had a heart attack!
Zhou Shuren's face was also cold, "I wanted to say one more thing, but it seems unnecessary now."
As he said that, he threw up his sleeves and strode away. The air pressure around his body was very low, and his aura was so strong that no one dared to breathe when he passed by.
The tea house was already lively, and people were curious. They started talking in twos and threes. When the old Duke came out, there were all kinds of speculations. Finally, he concluded that the Zhouhou Mansion and the Yongan Duke's Mansion were at odds with each other.
In the painting building, fifty people have finished their paintings and handed them in to wait for the results. Fifty people are sitting on chairs to rest.
Zhulan could tell at a glance that Mr. Gu was not well. Now she was holding on and said to Qingxue: "Send some hot soup to my uncle and Mr. Gu."
Qingxue lowered her head, "Yes."
Gu Sheng was very tired from sitting. He had overestimated himself, and now he was a little dizzy. Thinking of his illness, Gu Sheng closed his eyes. He had learned a lesson this time.
Gu Sheng was closing his eyes to rest and just listened, "Mr. Gu, my old lady gave you the hot soup. Drink it while it's hot and you'll feel better."
The hot soup has medicinal materials added to it. It can no longer be simply called a soup. The soup in front of you is a medicinal meal.
Gu Sheng opened his eyes and stood up in confusion, "Girl, I don't know your old lady."
Qingxue lowered her voice, "You are acquainted with my Mr. Changzhong. When my old lady saw that you were not feeling well, she happened to make some soup for you and give you a bowl."
Gu Sheng did not hesitate this time and took the soup bowl, "Thank you, madam."