, and the wisteria is about to burst out

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On her eight-year-old birthday, the family in Qi's house had lunch together. First, Sun Feng was unwilling to be too arrogant, and second, she was not in this mood.

This year was a bad thing.

The poisoning storm of Aunt Qing was punished. She was not favored by the Crown Princess during the Lantern Festival. Qi Mingqiu married into the Crown Prince's Mansion. The eldest brother's wife was gone. My father ran away with Aunt Wan. The old man with black and white trash and Mo Lan was in disgusted.

The flower hall on the ground floor of the embroidery building was filled with a lot of gifts, and Qiao Xiao and Xiao were sorting out the gift list.

The elders of the Qi family, the Wu family, the grandfather of the Xu family, the fourth concubine of the eldest aunt, the cousin, Zheng Yizhi, etc., and the prince’s mansion.

"Miss, could this be a gift from the second lady?" Xiao Qiao held a slender box, which seemed to be calligraphy and paintings, "Miss, do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Let's open." Qi Mingqiu, who had obvious connection with the prince's mansion, was the only one who had nothing to do with it. It was normal for the concubine to prepare a birthday gift for the legitimate sister.

Sun Feng really wanted to throw it into the woodshed, but she still gave up. She trusted Qi Mingqiu's character and had to believe that she would not be stupid enough to tamper with the gift.

Xiao Qiao and Da Qiao took out the scroll, Da Qiao held the upper end, Xiao Qiao held the lower end, slightly further away from the master, and spread it little by little.

"Is this?" Sun Feng was stunned when he gradually looked at the ink paintings inside the border of the brocade pattern.

The sky is covered with black ink dipped in water at the top, and the view is two blurry palace lanterns. The painting technique is similar to the wind, which fully displays the soft light of the palace lanterns in the night.

In the close view, the upper floor is covered with wisteria flowers, with a red swing under the flower stand, and a girl in pink dress playing the flute sits on the swing.

"Miss, is this painting you?" Xiao Qiao looked at the painting from the side. Isn't this the swing in the Lantern Festival Palace Banquet Imperial Garden? And the clothes I wore when I entered the palace that day, but why was it the flute playing?

After a few months, Sun Feng himself may not remember the dress on the Lantern Festival, and the painter observed it in detail without missing a single detail.

It has bangs, a bun, a gold-clad jade collar, and even the texture of the jade fan on the head is exactly the same.

Pink silkworm clothes, cannas on the cuffs and neck corners, and the hem of the skirt floats slightly, revealing embroidered shoes.

The ink-colored flute body, the green ring-shaped pendant, half-closed eyes, lightly flattened, and the little fingers raised slightly.

"It's really like me?" There is no mirror here, and the clarity of the bronze mirror is limited. Sun Feng didn't know that he could create a scene of "slight rain of wisteria, smiling and playing the flute".

"It's so vivid, and you're happy and angry." Da Qiao shook his head and fiddled with his little bit, "The flute should be the master's phoenix-tail butterfly. Miss Second should have never seen it before, why do you draw it so similar?"

"This painting was not drawn by Miss II. Look here, there is also a poem and signature." Xiao Qiao pointed to the lower left corner of the painting, and several lines of vertically written small characters.

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, the wisteria is blowing away

Signature: Huang Yida

"Huang Yida? Are there any famous teachers in the Dayu Dynasty named Huang Yida?"

"I don't know, I don't care about this. If I had never seen my master, I could draw so vividly by just listening to the second lady's description. If I don't become famous now, I will definitely become famous in the future."

"Maybe it was the palace painter hired by the second lady, who would have such excellent painting skills."

"I really painted my master very well. I usually sit quietly and don't scold anyone. The more I look at him, the more I like him."

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Hum? What does it mean to be a master who doesn’t scold others? Could it be that he doesn’t look like a lady from a wealthy family?

The two of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao were in a rising discussion, and Sun Feng didn't interrupt from beginning to end. At the beginning, this painting was just sent by Qi Mingqiu, but now I know that someone was just using the unclear name of the Prince's Mansion.

Huang Yida, in this world, she only knows who Huang Yida is.

Yu Yide, in this world, only he knows she will know who Huang Yida is.

Sun Feng, who had never been in love in his past and present lives, did not realize that her nerves were dull enough until she saw her vivid portrait.

In the imperial garden, Yu Yide suddenly appeared, was hugged in his arms without warning, the smell of Ding Lan that hit him, and some words that didn't understand very well, and inexplicable feelings.

Because of why the emperor's grandson gave an eight-year-old girl a portrait to express her admiration, or when did Yu Yide tell her every move so clearly. From when did he look at him, there were some other things in his eyes.

"Put it away and put it in the warehouse."

She is an eight-year-old girl, not a young girl who is waiting for her 20s. In theory, she should not understand the meaning of the painting.

"Miss, this is so well drawn, don't you hang it in the room or anywhere else?"

Da Qiao carefully rolled up the scroll again and put it in the brocade box. Xiao Qiao's eyes retracted and felt a little reluctant to leave, as if the master in the painting was what she had always expected in her mind. She was quiet and well-behaved. How could she see occasionally in real life and not ask for more.

"I'm not that narcissistic, I'm staring at my portrait every day." Sun Feng pretended to caress the fat rabbit nesting on her legs. Xiao Qiao's expression couldn't hide his worries. "How about you let me go, so that you can meet my best-tempered master every day, okay?"

"Da Qiao! Why haven't you finished cleaning up yet? After cleaning up, you put it in the warehouse!"

The topic must be changed decisively.

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Da Qiao was speechless to the sister whose attitude changed by 180°.

"Xiao Qiao~ Your master, I celebrate my birthday, do you have any indication?"

A master asked the follower for a birthday ceremony, and she, Sun Feng, must be the first one!

"Master, I'll put these gifts in the warehouse first."

Sun Feng watched Xiao Qiao run away with a bunch of boxes. He dared to beat him in front of his master and avoided him. He was safe and safe. How could he find such a good-tempered master?

"Master, I'll give you this." Da Qiao took out a carved wooden box the size of a palm from his arms and handed it to Sun Feng.

"What is this? Which company gave me such a small box?" After taking the box, Sun Feng recognized the carving work on the surface of the box. Da Qiao was still considerate. He was worthy of being a super follower who had been carefully trained for five years. If he was a few years older, he would become the ideal husband in the minds of all maids.

Since Da Qiao achieved success in jade carving, the first one he gave to Sun Feng was a jade rabbit. Every year on Sun Feng's birthday, Da Qiao would give him a jade rabbit carved by himself. The shape depends on the fact that he fell in love with one of the bunnies he gave to the fat rabbit.

"I only know these things, just make my master happy."

In the wooden box, it was indeed a jade rabbit. Taking the slightly rouge-colored mutton fat jade, Da Qiao could cleverly carve the appearance of a fat rabbit, the youngest rabbit, the grandson of a fat rabbit, gnawed on a carrot.

"Da Qiao, do you have anything else to do with it?"

"After the master, you have to know all kinds of martial arts." There were still some gifts left on the table, and Da Qiao packed them one by one. "Do you like that portrait, do you like it or don't?"

"Is there any difference? It's already stored in the warehouse anyway." Sun Feng was a little stunned. Da Qiao was much more mature than an ordinary twelve-year-old boy. He was considerate and reliable in his behavior. He was basically complementary to Xiao Qiao.

"I have been with the eldest young master for a few days. I can understand what that poem means, 'Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, the wisteria is decaying.' The master's posture of holding the flute is painted elegantly and quietly in the painting. In the eyes of the person who is writing, the master's shy attitude of the little daughter's family overshadows the stunning wisteria flowers."

Sun Feng listened to his eyebrows slanted. What does it mean to hold a flute? He is clearly playing the flute! He is really playing a beautiful tune! In Da Qiao's eyes, could he be posing for a photo!!

"Preface comes from the heart, and similarly, a painting can also show the heart of the painter. I once saw the eldest young master painted a portrait, and the person in the painting covered his face with a scarf and could not see his appearance. Even so, Da Qiao could still see at a glance that the woman in the painting should be the eldest young master's favorite."

Hum? The portrait of the eldest brother? Han Yan with a veil? Alas, the eldest brother really can't let go of Han Yan. Since that inexplicable severance, Han Yan left the inn the next day as she said, and disappeared. Sun Feng knew that the eldest brother had looked for him many times in the capital.

"Maybe the master will think that Da Qiao is talking too much, but for the sake of the master's goodness, I still have to say that Da Qiao doesn't think that the painting was given to the master by the second lady. I'm afraid that someone deliberately used the name of the prince's mansion to send the painting. Can the master remember it? Who could it be?"

"I don't know." Can you admit it? I said that I was fascinated by Yu Yide with my undeveloped body? Of course I can't!" On the Lantern Festival, I was so idle that I blew the flute for a while, maybe someone just saw it."

"What Da Qiao is worried about is that if he can send this painting in the name of the Prince's Mansion, it is either someone in the Prince's Mansion, or someone who is interested does it on purpose. That person is in the dark, which is unfavorable to the master. If he is famous for painting, he will damage his master's reputation..."

"Hey, it's not that complicated. He's only eight years old!" Sun Feng waved his hand, stuffed the fat rabbit into Daqiao's arms, and then asked Da Qiao to continue talking. Yu Yide, the painter, could be called a black-hearted villain by him.

If there is anything bad this year, it is the people around her who take turns brainwashing her, Ginkgo's analysis of the situation, Chu Wan's revenge plan, and Da Qiao's various speculations in front of her, how could there be so many conspiracy theories? She can't be allowed to be a little baby safely.

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