Chapter 449: The show begins
The last time Zhu Lele caused trouble for Wen Yan was when Wen Ruyue's pen and ink shop, "Miao Bizhai", opened.
Zhu Lele brought his men to mock Wen Yan and Meng Chifei.
Wen Yan just caught the pearls on her feet and did something with them.
She was called into the palace and reprimanded, and then confined to her house for half a year.
Wen Yan thought she had been obedient, but she didn't expect her to jump out and cause trouble again.
Wen Yan looked at Zhu Lele, smiled, and did not answer.
"Why, Wen Yan, you are a talented young lady from the capital. You wouldn't even dare to perform a talent on stage!"
Wen Yan then stood up.
She smiled at everyone and said, "Everyone knows that the Spring Banquet is for unmarried men and women, and the opportunities to showcase their talents are limited. I'm already married, so how can I take away the opportunity for other talented men and beautiful women?"
If Zhu Lele said it was okay, she would offend all the remaining people who had not yet come on stage.
She stamped her feet in embarrassment and glanced in the direction of the Fifth Princess with a guilty look.
Wen Yan followed her gaze.
Zhu Lele was indeed instructed by the Fifth Princess.
Princess Ji Xiangyun noticed Wen Yan's gaze. She picked up her teacup and said calmly, "Since Lele wants to see it, why don't you just perform a show?"
Zhu Lele immediately gloated: "Wen Yan, why don't you come up and perform quickly? Do you want to disobey the princess?"
Wen Yanfushen said: "I dare not."
“Since you don’t dare, then come up.
You are the best at embroidery, so why don't you go on stage and perform an embroidery show? I'll give you a cup of tea and embroider a crabapple painting, how about that?"
"Miss Zhu, you are such a joke! No matter how good her embroidery is, can it compare to the embroiderers in the weaving workshop?"
Wen Yan turned a deaf ear to their ridicule: "Embroidery takes time, and today's occasion is not suitable."
Wen Yan picked up the peonies in the vase on the table and strode onto the stage.
Pearl followed with her skirt lifted.
The master and servant went straight to the table where writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone were laid out.
As Wen Yan laid out the paper and ink, he instructed Pei'er, "Pound the tea leaves and flower petals into juice separately."
"Yes, Miss." Pearl did as she was told.
Wen Yan held the brush and scanned the entire banquet hall.
Someone asked, "What is she doing? Is she writing poetry or calligraphy?"
"Let her write a poem. She has written calligraphy at gatherings before, and it's quite good. But with Xiao Yinghan here today, her calligraphy isn't good enough."
"Then why is she looking at us? Is she trying to intimidate us with her eyes? She's just being mysterious."
Everyone was talking about it.
Wen Yan put aside all distracting thoughts, observed the surroundings, and then began to write on the paper.
The more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong.
Suddenly, someone said, "She seems to be painting."
"Pfft, what can she draw? I hope it's not a pattern for embroidery." Someone laughed.
Wen Yan was focused.
Before I knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed.
Some people were already getting impatient and started to urge her: "Painting takes a lot of time. If she wants to paint until dark, do we have to wait until dark too?"
"That's right. Others only spend half a quarter of an hour on a song and a dance. She's already treated herself very well by spending a quarter of an hour on it.
There are many girls waiting to show their talents behind. "
The fifth princess did not stop the attack.
This was like a signal of 'permission', and more and more people started to make a fuss, demanding that Wen Yan step down immediately.
The protests grew louder.
Wen Yan seemed to have reached a state of selflessness and didn't care about the protests at all.
But Pei'er couldn't bear to see the young lady suffer such injustice.
But she had no way to resist.
I could only pout and glare back.
suddenly.
Her eyes lit up.
She saw a person who was very familiar to her standing in the pavilion behind the men's seats.
If it’s not the young leader Yuan, then who else could it be?
The young leader Yuan was wearing a moon-white robe today, which made him look less murderous and decisive and more elegant.
The young leader Yuan made a gesture of silence.
Pei'er had no choice but to retreat behind Wen Yan.
suddenly.
Wen Yan stopped writing.
Everyone was surprised.
"Did you finish the painting so quickly?"
"In such a short time, you can't have just drawn a bamboo pole."
Then Wen Yan put the brush on the brush holder, replaced it with a clean one, dipped it in crushed flower and leaf juice, and painted on the painting.
After a moment, Wen Yan stopped writing and said to everyone, "Okay, I'm done."
Then, she and Pearl unfolded the scroll in front of everyone.
The whole painting is one meter long.
The colors are very simple, only black, pink and green.
But the scene it depicts is not simple.
The garden was filled with pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and trees, all of which were majestic and impressive. Guests were drinking from their cups or whispering to each other.
A young man in splendid clothes said in a lost voice, "This painting depicts today's Spring Festival Banquet."
He stared at the painting intently, walked closer, and didn't care even if he tripped over a stone on the road.
He slid his hand across the painting and suddenly pointed at a little figure in it and said, "This is me.
Brother Li, come here quickly, is this you? The pink clothes and the charming sitting posture, who else could it be but you?
And this one, this is Brother Zhu, he loves to tap his shoulders with his folding fan..."
"This painting is so vivid and lifelike." The man called Brother Li was also amazed after seeing the painting.
"What kind of painting skills must one possess to reproduce today's Spring Festival Banquet on paper in such a short time."
His excited tone attracted more people to watch.
There were also some female guests who were a little braver and strode over.
After seeing the painting, she covered her mouth in surprise. "Wow! It really looks like me! Is this... is this little person me?"
Faced with unanimous praise.
Wen Yan just glanced at the Fifth Princess and Wen Ruyue sitting on the main seat.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.
The fifth princess's face was so black that it could be used as an inkstone.
She questioned Wen Ruyue in a deep voice, "Didn't you say she only knew how to do business and embroidery? What's this painting?"
Wen Ruyue was so frightened that she fell to her knees with a thud. "Your Highness... Your Highness had no idea she had such a hidden ability."
At this time, the daughter of the Prime Minister, who was sitting at the bottom, smiled and explained, "Fifth Princess, you may not know that Wen Yan's reputation as a talented young lady was not earned because of her embroidery.
When she was eleven years old, she also painted a fat little bird preening its feathers in the snow at a spring banquet.
The little fat bird in the painting is cute, lively and agile, as if it walked out of the painting.
The wife of the Grand Tutor at that time praised her as a talented young lady, and that’s how she got the name.
After that, for some unknown reason, Miss Wen Yan stopped painting in front of others and instead focused on practicing embroidery, so everyone forgot what she was good at.
The Fifth Princess was depressed, but she forced a kind smile on her face: "I see. If Miss Xiao hadn't brought up the past, I wouldn't have known about it."
Miss Xiao smiled softly.
Wen Yan handed the painting to the servant of the Lan family, and then he and Pei'er returned to their seats.
The talent show continued, but with Wen Yan's painting in front, the performances of the people behind seemed dull.
Even Miss Sun from the Lan family, who was the last to appear, received lukewarm applause.
Miss Sun from the Lan family was so angry that she glared at Wen Yan frequently.
"Why are you in such a hurry? The show I arranged for her is about to begin." The Fifth Princess glared at Miss Sun with disdain and glanced at the men's seats again.
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