I Am This Type of Woman

104 Chapter 104 Confession (2)

The eldest princess died of illness, what should the Jingting Hou Mansion do?

Rong Xia stared at the umbrella for a long time, until the sound of footsteps outside the study door, he slowly regained his senses.

"Uncle, the drawing paper and paints you want are all ready." The housekeeper's voice came in, "Are you using it now?"

"Bring it in." Rong Xia walked back to the desk and put away the "On Zhongcheng" on the table.

The butler asked the boy to stand outside the door, and brought everything in with his own hands. Finally, when he closed the door of the study, his eyes glanced at the umbrella that was not closed, and then he quickly closed his eyes and bowed back. go out.

Many people know that Rong Xia is a master of calligraphy and painting, proficient in poetry, and has a talent for helping the world. He was famous far and wide when he was young, but many people also know that Rong Xia has never painted people. He has painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, landscapes and vegetation, but no one has seen him paint figures.

Some people say that he is not good at drawing figures, and some say that no one in the world can make Rong Xia paint, but no matter what the truth is, at least Rong Xia never draws figures, which is recognized by many talented scholars.

The heavy snow, the red peony, the umbrella bearer, and the luxurious hall are all beautiful scenery, but when these four scenery are combined together, it should be strange.

Why do people need to open an umbrella in the palace, how can there be peonies in full bloom in the cold and heavy snow. There is also the woman whose back is facing the main hall, who can only see the back but not the real face. Just the back is enough to make people think about it, and completely forget the weirdness in this painting.

After finishing the painting in one breath, Rong Xia picked a brush from the pen holder, and wrote two lines of poems in the blank space.

Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when it blooms.

Putting down the pen, Rong Xia put away the umbrella, and took off the ruby ​​pendant on the umbrella.

The ruby ​​has been ground into a drop shape, and its color is excellent, just like a woman at the right age, exuding its most beautiful moment.

He chuckled lightly and put the gem into his arms.

"Sister," Ban Heng knocked on the door. He didn't hear Ban Hua's refusal, so he opened the door and walked in, with a helpless expression on his face, "Three Icemen came here today."

Ban Hua lay on the concubine's couch covered with fox fur, yawned lazily, and reached for the snack next to him, revealing half of his white and tender arms.

Ban Heng pulled down his sleeves for her, covered his arms and said: "The Chen family, the Wang family, and... the Yin family."

"The scholarly family of the Chen family can also look up to me?" Ban Hua wiped the corners of her mouth and frowned dissatisfied, "And that Wang Jiaerlang, who looks like a crooked melon, also ran away Why are you here to join in the fun?"

Ban Heng was speechless: "Then Mr. Chen seems to be pretty good?"

"It's not fun to marry into this kind of scholarly family, and..." Ban Hua pouted, "Don't look at this kind of family's benevolence and morality. When our family loses power, they will change their face the fastest."

Ban Heng thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "Sister, why don't we marry?" For nothing in this world.

"Okay," Banhua nodded, "Anyway, whoever you marry, life will not be better than at home."

"The Yin family is also ashamed to send someone to our family to propose a marriage." Ban Heng didn't have the slightest affection for the Yin family, even though it was only their ancestral family, "Is he worthy of Yin Feng's virtue?"

"The Yin family?" Banhua sneered, "Has mother paid any attention to them?"

"You don't know about your mother's temperament?" Ban Heng coughed dryly, "The iceman invited by the Yin family has gone back in disgrace."

Even if his mother could bear it, he couldn't bear this family.

Ban Heng thinks that some scholars in the capital are really interesting. For example, the son of the Chen family once said that his sister is too extravagant. Now his family has invited an iceman to be a matchmaker.

Could it be that the back-and-forth of scholars is not called back-and-forth?