Ren Wanqiu and the other two praised the painting as a splendid, and their composition and brushwork were all unique in the world, with the momentum of the ancients before and no one after that. Only Song Ruoxi did not say a word, stared at the painting, trying hard to see where he had seen it before?

"Sister Song, what's wrong? Isn't this painting good?" Zhou Siyi pulled her sleeve and asked in confusion.

"No, I seem to have seen this painting technique somewhere?" Song Ruoxi frowned.

Ye Dongyuan sneered and said sarcastically: "A notice is posted in the clouds."

Ren Wanqiu glanced at Ye Dongyuan and smiled and said, "Miss Song, Mr. Luo Qi's paintings are hard to find, even the emperor has only six paintings. In addition to this "Bi Peach Picture", there are only "Hidden Lotus and Golden Eggs Pictures" collected by Zuo Taishi. What you see may be imitations. Although imitations and real works are seventy-six points similar, they lack the aura of the painting."

"It's possible!" Song Ruoxi smiled.

Ye Dongyuan curled her lips. Since Ren Wanqiu had made a smooth move, she couldn't say anything more.

"Even if the imitation is very similar, it is useless. It is not painted by Mr. Luo Qi." Wei Qingyu sighed softly.

Zhou Siyi said: "Okay, put away the painting."

"What are you anxious about? Let's take a look again, but it won't hurt you." Wei Qingyu said angrily.

Zhou Siyi smiled and said, "It's already noon, it's time to have a meal. I can't fill my stomach when I look at the paintings."

"I want to copy it in the afternoon." Wei Qingyu made a request.

"Okay, we won't bother you in the afternoon. Let's copy you here. Let's go to the Shuixixi to listen to the new songs." Zhou Siyi said.

Only then did Wei Qingyu reluctantly leave the warm room and go to the small hall to have meals.

For lunch, Zhou Siyi ordered people to prepare eight hot plates, four cold plates, one soup and a plate of small tangerines that have been overwintering, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, and the guests and hosts are happy.

After dinner and drinking tea, Wei Qingyu got up and went back to change clothes and said, "Go and listen to your new songs quickly, I want to copy them."

Zhou Siyi smiled and asked the two steady maids to stay with Wei Qingyu. She took the other three to walk to the water pavilion by the pool. Four rocking chairs had already been placed inside the water pavilion, table tables, and fruit snacks and tea. The four of them lay on the rocking chairs, squinted their eyes slightly, and listened to the musicians in Zhoufu Music House playing the new song.

"The rain is red and red, and the fragrance is blown away. The sun is cold, and I lean on the bamboo alone, and the ice is pure and clean. When spring comes, if the flowers are seen, they should be ashamed to kill them. When the wind resists the rain, they will be afraid of blowing. Xiaoxiao loves to go out of the wall, and looking far away on the way, it is already comforting people's hearts. Fighting the railings, people's faces share the flower faces, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad. Chewing the stalks to find fragrance, slitting the waves, snowing in Wu silk socks. The jade is broken, and the slaughter needs to be inserted obliquely."

Listening to the melodious music and smelling the fragrance of flowers with the breeze, I was intoxicated and happy. Suddenly, a sharp whistle disturbed the beautiful artistic conception. Zhou Siyi got up angrily, rushed to the railing, pulled out the veil, and shouted outside: "Cousin, you are so annoying."

"Don't be angry, cousin, see who I brought." Jiang Yan's cheerful voice rang outside.

Zhou Siyi saw the person clearly, her pretty face turned slightly red, she lowered her head shyly and smiled. The shrew instantly turned into a lady. Song Ruoxi was surprised, who did Jiang Yan bring? He had such great influence.

The three girls stood up from the rocking chair, tidied up their clothes, walked over, and saw a small boat coming up from the pond. There were three people standing on the boat, Jiang Yan, Qin Shaowei and Song Lian.

"Brother, why are you here?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"Mom asked me to pick you up." Tomorrow, Song Lian handed over his homework and went home early. When he knew that Song Ruoxi came to Zhou's mansion, he was worried about his sister, so he came over to pick her up, but he was embarrassed to say it out, and the excuse was Ji Yun asked him to come.

The boat leaned against the shore and the three of them walked into the water pavilion.

"Aunt Jiarou is polite, Miss Ye is polite, and Sister Xi'er is polite." Jiang Yan bowed long.

Qin Shaowei and Song Lian saluted Ren Wanqiu, "I have met the Lord of Jiarou County."

"Young Master Qin doesn't have to be too polite, Brother Song San is exempted from politeness." Ren Wanqiu gave the two names to each other's closeness and separation. Jiang Yan squeezed his eyes at Song Lian, and Song Lian pretended not to see it.

When Song Ruoxi saw Ren Wanqiu's face flushed and his eyelids drooped slightly. He wanted to see but was embarrassed to see him. He was quite embarrassed to see his lover and walked away with a shame. He leaned against the door and looked back, but he sniffed the green plums and sighed softly. His brother was handsome, had a good family background, and was talented and talented, and he was full of peach blossoms everywhere.

When they saw each other's courtesy, they left their seats, and the maid took off the remaining tea and brought the new tea again.

"My cousin, take the picture of "Bi Tao Picture" for us to see." Jiang Yan also came for the painting.

Before Zhou Siyi's answer, Song Ruoxi looked up and saw Zhou Siyi looking at Qin Shaowei affectionately. The tenderness and sweetness on his face could not be dissolved. Qin Shaowei, who was haggard, had an ignorant expression, and he seemed to be immersed in the past.

Song Ruoxi's eyes were slightly condensed. Zhou Siyi was a concubine, but Qin Shaowei was unintentional. Jiang Yan didn't know the past between Qin Shaowei and Yang Wanrou, and even pulled the two together. He was not afraid of causing another tragedy?

Seeing that the other three people didn't say anything, Ye Dongyuan had to cover her mouth and smiled: "Miss Wei was copying it in the warm room. Mr. Jiang wanted to read it, so she could only move to the warm room."

"I heard that you brought the paintings too, who will get the best out of it?" Jiang Yan asked with a smile.

"The "Reed and Eyes Picture" by the Lord of Jiarou County is the best." Ye Dongyuan said with a smile.

Jiang Yan's eyes turned, looked at Ren Wanqiu, and asked, "Aunt Jiarou, is it good to show me the picture of "Reed Geese Picture"?"

Ren Wanqiu didn't say anything. Song Ruoxi turned his head and saw that although Ren Wanqiu was sitting down, he occasionally looked up at Song Lian, with his eyes blurred and intoxicated. Song Lian looked as usual, with a decent smile on his lips, but his ears were suspiciously red.

Song Ruoxi frowned and said, "Brother, it's not too late, let's go back!"

Song Lian stood up and bowed, "We brother and sister are one step ahead."

Jiang Yan was not a serious master, so he couldn't keep a guest for Zhou Siyi. After talking a few words, he let the two of them leave. When he left, Song Lian watched his maid help Song Ruoxi get onto the carriage, then he turned over and took his sister home.

The brother and sister went to the Zhuyin Courtyard to pay tribute to Ji Yun. Ji Yun went to Meishi Courtyard. When she was not in the room, the brother and sister sat in the warm room waiting for her.

"Brother, who do you prefer?" Song Ruoxi asked with his chin on his back.

Song Lian was stunned and smiled and said, "Huai'er is naughty, her sister is well-behaved, I like her sister more."

"Oh, I said it's not this, I mean Miss Zhu, Miss Fang and County Lord Jiarou, who do you prefer?"

"Miss Zhu? Which Miss Zhu?" Song Lian frowned slightly.

"Zhu Qianyao."

"Zhu Qianli's sister?"

Song Ruoxi nodded.

Song Lian smiled, "It's not me who she likes, but cousin Xiang."

"Ah?" Song Ruoxi blinked, no, right? She got the wrong partner, would she have misunderstood?

"Little girl, what are you thinking all day long?" Song Lian reached out and knocked on Song Ruoxi's forehead.

Song Ruoxi rubbed his forehead and continued to ask persistently: "Miss Zhu, I'm wrong. Which one do you prefer if Miss Fang or County Lord Jiarou?"

Song Lian didn't respond, so he picked up a book on the small table and read it.

Seeing that Song Lian's ears turned red again, Song Ruoxi smiled clearly. He knew that the two girls were thinking about him. His eyes were circulating and he coughed lightly, "Brother, Miss Fang is very protective of you. No one is allowed to say you are bad, and he has a straightforward personality. The Jiarou County Lord has a high status and looks good and has a good character, but she has a heart disease. For the sake of my nephew and nieces, it is better not to choose her."

Song Lian pretended to read books seriously and ignored her.

"Brother, what I said is true. Women with heart disease should not give birth. If they are forced to give birth, they may give birth to children with heart disease, which will harm their descendants. This is what my master said, don't believe it." Song Ruoxi was anxious and brought Huijin out to convince Song Lian.

"Sister, parents are worried about marriage." Song Lian said in a serious manner.

"If my parents agree, will my brother be willing?" Song Ruoxi asked.

Song Lian pondered for a moment and said, "This is nature."

Song Ruoxi said arrogantly: "No, brother, you can't marry her into the door."

"Sister, are you planning to be a bad girl?" Song Lian insisted on teasing her.

"That's right, if you dare to marry her, I will say bad things about her in front of my mother every day, urging her to let her set rules. Hum, it's just right for the mother-in-law to teach her a daughter-in-law a lesson. If you dare to contradict her, you will sue you for disobedience." Song Ruoxi not only be arrogant to the end, but also threatened her.

When Song Lian saw his sister making a child's temper, he laughed in silence and said, "Silly sister, my mother is reasonable and will not torture my daughter-in-law by listening to others and believing."

"Brother, do you really like the Lord of Jiarou? If she had to marry her?" This test tempted Song Lian's thoughts, and Song Ruoxi turned into a bitter face.

"When did I say I like her? I won't marry her if I have to?" Song Lian was amused and crying.

"Isn't that what you said just now?" Song Ruoxi pouted.

Song Lian frowned and said, "Sister, you are a girl's family. Don't say these sluts, it's not good to be heard."

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm talking to you very seriously." Song Ruoxi looked stern, "Brother, don't distract from the topic."

Song Qian knew Song Ruoxi's temper, and he was more irritated than anyone else when he was stubborn. He would give up only by lingering and explaining the matter clearly. A bitter smile flashed across his face and said, "The Lord of Jiarou is the pearl in Princess Rongshu's hand. I am a white dick and I am not worthy of her. Don't think about it."

"The princess is noble, does she have any real power? What's more, she is just a county lord. Her brother will definitely have high school entrance examination next spring. He will become an official. He has a bright future and will be worthy of her."

"You don't want me to marry her, why do you say this again now?" Song Lian asked with a funny look.

Song Ruoxi raised his chin slightly and said, "It's one thing to marry or not, but it's another thing to be worthy. I'd rather bully the white-headed man than bully the young man poor. Why should she look down on my brother?"

Hearing her sister's words of protection, Song Lian felt warm and was even more reluctant to continue to worry about this issue. He said frankly: "She did not look down on me, because I didn't want to marry her."

"Brother, if you remember what you said today, you must not marry her." Song Ruoxi insisted on not letting Song Lian marry Ren Wanqiu because he was afraid that Song Lian would be like Tang Ming, who married Princess Ruian. Princess Ruian died of illness and the royal family took their anger on others, which ruined Tang Ming's future.

"Okay, I remember."

"It's a puppy that lies." Song Ruoxi stared at him.

"Lying is a puppy." Song Lian repeated solemnly, with a slight tilted on the corner of his lips. He is the elder brother. He has to take on his responsibilities and will not worry about his children's love. He should live a carefree life under his protection.

When Ji Yun came back, the brother and sister accompanied her to have supper and went back to the yard.

"Vanilla, Qiaotao, bring out all the pictures I have collected." Song Ruoxi entered the door.

Song Ruoxi doesn’t have many paintings in his collection, only a dozen, and soon found the painting that he wanted to come from Jincuilou.

After carefully identifying, the use of the painting is exactly the same as that of the "Bi Peach Picture". Song Ruoxi's eyes flashed. The painting was painted by Shangguan Moxun. She could be sure, but why did he draw such a painting? After seeing this painting, she repeatedly forced him to appear. Why didn't he show up and explain the matter? When he met in Beijing, why did he hide this matter? What was he avoiding?

"Girl, the hot water is ready." Xiangduo walked in and reported.

"Vanilla packs up this painting, I will use it in a few days." Song Ruoxi put down the painting. Instead of guessing here, it would be better to wait for the fourth day of the March 19th to ask him directly, so he came clearly.

The next day, when Song Ruoxi and his sister were having breakfast with Song Sui and Ji Yun, Old Mrs. Song sent someone to send a message to ask people from each room to Songheyuan.

Ji Yun thought slightly, yesterday Madam Shen said that the old lady's health was getting better, did it happen overnight?

"I still have something to do in the yamen, so I can't get over it." Song Sui's disgust was not concealed at all.

"Master, I'll take the children here." Ji Yun smiled indifferently, and did not expose Song Sui's muffled today, so she didn't have to go to the yamen.
To be continued...