Chu Weiyue deliberately said nothing, allowing them to vent all their complaints.

The people around kept chattering, and even some concubines who followed the wind joined in talking.

Wen Jingchi remained silent.

If it were in the past, he might have worried that she would be embarrassed, but now he had no worries at all.

Wen Chenxuan sat in the seat closest to Wen Jingchi and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Ninth brother, your concubine is now surrounded by enemies. As her husband, why don't you help her? Do you want others to help you?"

Although his voice was very low, the princes nearby could all hear it.

Although they did not express any opinions, their expressions were very strange.

Wen Jingchi picked up the tea, put it to his lips, and took a sip calmly.

"I know very well what kind of concubine I want to marry. How could she be an ordinary woman? If she were such a woman, I would not want her."

"It seems that in your eyes, Chu Weiyue is really a treasure!"

Wen Chenxuan couldn't help but let out a sneer of contempt.

He wanted to see how this treasure in Wen Jingchi's eyes would embarrass himself in front of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.

After the emperor finished drinking a cup of tea, he let Chu Weiyue come to his side.

No one knew what his intention was, but Chu Weiyue only needed one look to know that the emperor was extremely intelligent and would definitely understand her thoughts, so she respectfully handed the painting to him.

After picking it up and taking a look at it, the emperor couldn't help laughing.

"This painting looks crudely done, but it actually contains superb skills. If I am not mistaken, it must have been done by a true master!"

After hearing what the emperor said, another minister became curious.

Because they just took a quick glance at the painting and it was at the level of a teenager.

When they turned the painting over, they discovered that it was actually another scene. When they looked at it sideways, they could see other scenes, which completely brought the suffering of the people to life on paper.

The minister gasped and said, "Your Majesty, this painting is so exquisite. I have been an official for so many years and have seen many talented young people and many famous paintings, but I have never seen such a clever structure."

His eyes were bright and he looked at Chu Weiyue seriously.

"Girl, you painted this picture yourself? How did you draw it?"

The other officials also figured out what was going on and began passing the message back and forth.

Some were military officers who knew nothing about calligraphy and painting. Instead, they scratched their hair and looked depressed.

Chu Weiyue did not answer the minister's words, but just smiled calmly.

At the same time, Wen Jingchi put down the wine glass in his hand, took a small box and walked forward.

"Father, this is the Mid-Autumn Festival gift that I specially prepared for you and your grandmother. I am also giving this precious gift to you on behalf of all the people in the north."

The emperor's eyes lit up and he immediately asked the eunuch to bring it to him.

I opened the box and found an ordinary rice seedling.

There was a fist-sized lump of soil underneath the seedlings, which looked ordinary.

The Empress Dowager was sitting next to the Emperor. She was no ordinary person. Although Chu Weiyue's painting just now surprised her, the gift that Wen Jingchi gave her at this moment surprised her a little.

Wen Jingchi was born in the deep palace, and she had watched him grow up since he was a child. How could she not know that his scheming and tactics were definitely beyond the reach of ordinary princes, and it was impossible for him to make a fool of himself in such an important occasion.

"Jingchi, can you explain to the Empress Dowager why you sent a rice seedling? What does this mean?"

The Queen Mother had a faint smile on her lips, and she looked kind.

Before Wen Jingchi could explain, Chu Weiyue took the initiative to speak.

"Empress Dowager, these are not the rice seedlings from our capital, but the rice seedlings from the north. At the beginning, it was so dry that not a single blade of grass grew there. Now, after nearly a month, small rice seedlings have grown in the fields.

A few days ago, we went to build a water conservancy project, and the prince caught a group of corrupt officials. Now, not only has the drought in the north been resolved, but the people's livelihood has also been greatly improved!"

Chu Weiyue's voice was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, and he behaved calmly, composed and graceful.

After listening to her explanation, the Queen Mother was so moved that her eyes became moist.

"I have heard about the drought in the north and have been paying attention to it. I never thought it has been completely resolved and so many people finally have a way to survive! Jing Chi, you two have worked hard. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you on behalf of the people."

The Queen Mother raised her glass in a sentimental manner, and the Emperor followed suit.

After finishing the wine, the emperor cast a look of lingering satisfaction on Chu Weiyue's face.

"Tell me the truth, who painted this picture?"

Chu Weiyue was shocked: "Your Majesty, why don't you believe that I painted this?"

She held her head high somewhat arrogantly, not afraid of the emperor at all.

At this time, the painting had reached the hands of the Queen Mother. After looking at it carefully for a few times, the Queen Mother also started laughing.

“This painting could not have been done by you, because although the painter has superb skills, his hand was obviously injured and has not healed, so his strokes were intermittent and the lines were not coherent.

But his composition skills are extremely exquisite, completely turning his disadvantages into advantages. Such attainments are definitely the foundation of a master! So I dare to assert that this sentence was not written by you, right? "

Chu Weiyue couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "The Queen Mother is indeed very smart. Yes, this painting was not done by me, but by Ouyang Ting, the eldest son of the Ouyang family. His tendons in his hands and feet were cut by his own brother. Although he can barely stand up and walk now, he can no longer write as well as he did in the past.

But he still painted such a shocking painting. The reason why I concealed it just now was because of his sensitive identity. It is also because of this that I want to present it to the emperor and the queen mother. "

"He also sent this seedling here at full speed, in order to inform the emperor and the queen mother on behalf of the people in the north, so that you can rest assured. They will also be grateful to the court and live and work in peace and contentment on that piece of land..."

Originally, a seedling and a painting were nothing, but after Chu Weiyue's description, they instantly took on special meaning.

The emperor felt an obvious excitement in his heart and kept looking at it seriously.

"It is true that God is jealous of talented people. I never thought that a painter would have such an experience. But it can be seen that he has picked himself up and started a new life."

The emperor also particularly loves painting, so even with just a painting, he can understand the painter's mood.