Chapter 708 If you don’t believe me, why not try it on your waist at night?
After Liu Jiameng played several songs in frustration, Jiang Wan leisurely put away the pen.
"alright."
"Wanwan."
Song Jiuyuan was stunned. How many unknown sides of his Wanwan did she have?
She really gave him too many surprises.
Song Jiuyuan read the poem that Jiang Wan had written next to the plum blossoms with a serious expression, but Liu Jiameng misunderstood his expression.
She thought Jiang Wan's painting was very bad, and even her fiancé Song Jiuyuan couldn't stand it.
So she stood up suddenly and said loudly: "It seems that the princess has finished the painting. I am looking forward to seeing the princess's style."
She deliberately praised Jiang Wan, and her purpose was self-evident.
Someone gently tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Miss Liu, the emperor dotes on the princess, you must not be impulsive."
This person is Liu Jiameng's cousin. She only wants Liu Jiameng's best interests at heart and is afraid that she will offend Jiang Wan.
However, Liu Jiameng ignored her and even called on everyone to go and watch together.
"Let's stop playing for now. The princess is so talented, so the things she draws must be extraordinary."
Hearing this, everyone walked towards the pavilion. Song Jiuyuan held Jiang Wan's hand, raised his eyes and glanced coldly at Liu Jiameng.
"Wanwan's paintings are naturally extraordinary. Since everyone wants to see them, Song Yi, Qiu Yan, let them appreciate Wanwan's paintings."
"OK."
Song Yi and Qiu Yan looked at each other and quickly walked to the plum blossoms painted by Jiang Wan.
The ink has not yet completely dried. I guess the prince doesn't want the plum blossom painting by the princess to be stained.
The two of them picked up the rice paper, one on the left and one on the right, causing Liu Jiameng to roll her eyes in annoyance.
"It's so solemn, someone who doesn't know would think it's that master..."
Her words came to an abrupt end when her eyes fell on Jiang Wan's painting, and she stood there in a daze as if someone was strangling her neck.
Not only her, but everyone present had their eyes wide open, staring intently at Jiang Wan's painting.
This is a striking painting.
The plum blossoms in the corner are bright red, almost indistinguishable from the plum blossoms outside the pavilion not far away.
Next to it was Jiang Wan's inscription written in a flamboyant style, but I don't know who read it out.
"A few plum blossoms bloom alone in the corner of the wall in the cold. I know from afar that it is not snow because of the subtle fragrance. - Wang Anshi."
"What a great poem! What a great poem! The princess is really talented."
"Not only is the poem good, the painting is also quite good. No wonder the prince was stunned just now."
"Didn't you notice that the princess's handwriting is also unique?"
“…”
Jiang Wan’s status is no longer the same as before. Even if she paints a piece of shit, I’m afraid there will still be people who will admire her.
She draws so well that these people are eager to praise her for what she has done.
Song Jiuli raised her neck proudly, "Of course not. Sister Wanwan's talent is unmatched by ordinary people."
She said this while looking at Liu Jiameng. Liu Jiameng stood there in a daze, feeling the chill running from the soles of her feet all the way to the top of her head.
“I didn’t write this poem.”
Jiang Wan pointed to the name behind the poem that no one had noticed and said, "It was written by this teacher Wang.
I just thought it was good, so I wrote it on the painting."
"This teacher Wang is so talented, and we have never heard of him before."
"The princess is indeed very discerning. The poem is good, and the painting and calligraphy are also good."
"This painting of the princess deserves the best prize today."
“…”
"Some people are shooting themselves in the foot."
Song Jiuli snorted lightly, raised her chin slightly, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
Liu Jiameng was not a fool, so she naturally knew that she was talking about herself, and she tightened her five fingers slightly.
"You guys continue, I'm going to the bathroom."
She fled from this suffocating scene in a panic, obviously shocked.
"Wanwan has won a great victory."
Song Jiuyuan's mouth curled up wildly, obviously happy for Jiang Wan. Song Jiuli even said:
"Sister Wanwan, I have to hold a family dinner to celebrate for you."
Jiang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's just a painting, there's no need to make such a fuss."
"Yes, yes."
Song Jiuli raised her voice, "I have to let everyone see how good Sister Wanwan is, to prevent others from trying to provoke you!"
She deliberately let Liu Jiameng, who had not walked far, hear this. Sure enough, Liu Jiameng paused and almost stumbled and fell into the snow.
But she walked faster.
"Okay."
Jiang Wan waved her hand, "These are things little girls like to play. You guys continue. I'm a little tired."
Dealing with people is no small matter. Jiang Wan feels that if she continues to live in Kyoto, she will be exhausted from attending banquets every day.
Seeing that Jiang Wan looked a little tired, everyone was tactful and left together.
Soon, only Jiang Wan and her close friends were left in the yard, and Song Jiuyuan was still looking at the paintings that Jiang Wan had drawn.
"Let's go."
Sheng Yi held Song Jiuli's hand, and when they looked at each other, there was a faint smile in the corners of their eyes.
As sticky as being in love.
The same is true for Song Jiuchi and Chu Qi.
The guests left one after another, and Qiu Yan, Muxiang Lushui and the servants cleaned up the mess in the yard.
"Haven't you seen enough?"
Jiang Wan leaned on the table, slightly leaned over, and her beautiful eyes fell on Song Jiuyuan's serious face.
"nice."
Song Jiuyuan stroked the dried ink with his fingertips, "Wanwan, you always give me more surprises."
"I haven't painted for a long time, so my hands are a little rusty."
Jiang Wan raised her hand to point out a small mistake in the painting, but her body tilted slightly and was about to touch the dark ink.
At the critical moment, Song Jiuyuan's big hand pulled her over and she fell into his arms.
Bang……
Song Jiuyuan's waist hit the table. Jiang Wan was anxious, "Your waist..."
"My waist is fine."
Song Jiuyuan didn't even frown, but her soft fragrance was right in front of him, and his hand holding her waist tightened slightly.
"Are you really alright?"
Jiang Wan was so concerned about Song Jiuyuan that she didn't notice the desire in his deep eyes.
"If you don't believe me, you can try to see if my waist is really good at night."
His affectionate words were full of magnetism, and they lingered in Jiang Wan's ears like an electric current, instantly confusing Jiang Wan's heart.
"Song Jiuyuan!"
She glared at him in shame and anger, "When did you become so indecent?"
"I used to restrain myself."
Song Jiuyuan expressed his feelings truthfully, then he put his big hands around her waist and kissed her devoutly.
His breathing was disordered, his heart was beating wildly, his lips and teeth were grinding, and Jiang Wan's five fingers that were grabbing the hem of his clothes gradually tightened.
After a long time, Song Jiuyuan let her go, and his deep eyes fell on the rice paper on the table.
"Wanwan, I suddenly feel itchy."
With his other hand, he picked up the pen on the table and drew her eyebrows and eyes in a few strokes.
Jiang Wan, who originally felt that her breathing was almost hot, was attracted. She noticed that Song Jiuyuan's fingertips were stained with ink.
"You paint first, I'll get some warm water."
It was a very cold day, but her face was as red as if she had put on rouge. Jiang Wan walked briskly and turned the corner to meet Liu Jiameng who had just finished using the toilet.
"Princess."
Liu Jiameng became much more obedient, but there seemed to be some resentment in her eyes. Jiang Wan suddenly became curious.
"Miss Liu, I don't think I have offended you, right?"
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