Rebirth: Fu Jia Returns

Chapter 147

Fu Rong stood aside, looking at the paintings in Fu Jia's hands, and for a moment regretted changing the order with Fu Jia.

Lin Nianyou's painting doesn't say that it has a high level of water color. Fu Rong can draw it herself, but incorporating these memories into the painting, it seems that the painting has life, which is far better than others.

What disgusted Fu Rong the most was that Lin Nianyou used their memories of the Anping Hou Mansion to squeeze the remaining value of the dead Fu Jia.

Fu Rong really wanted to ask how long Lin Nianyou would use Fu Jia?
Every time in the past, Fu Jia had a good relationship with her, as long as she asked for it, Fu Jia would basically satisfy her.

She will take her with her wherever she goes, but she, the second girl of the Anping Hou Mansion, has to stand back and always hide behind their two shining figures.

Later, he took advantage of Fu Jia's affairs and kept currying favor with Mrs. Anping Hou and Qin Jingxuan.

Now that she is going to marry Qin Jingxuan, why bring Fu Jia out at such a time?
The more Fu Rong thought about it, the more angrily she became.

In vain, she hoped that Lin Nianyou would kick Fu Jia out at first, but in fact, Lin Nianyou also had ulterior motives.

The flower and fruit competition continues.

The seventh and the eighth are also painting respectively, although the paintings are not bad, but compared with Lin Nianyou's, they lose their color.

The two girls were also annoyed, with Lin Nianyou's jewels in front of them, there was nothing special about them, so they could only be treated as rubble.

The only blame is that they also picked the paintings. If they change, maybe they can still fight for the ranking.

Although Fu Rong was full of confidence in her painting skills, she still couldn't figure out how to solve the problem of Lin Nianyou's gem.

Seeing Fu Rong's restless state, Fu Jia approached her and asked softly, "What kind of painting is the second girl planning to make?"

Fu Rong looked at her and said, "I want to make a picture of peonies."

Fu Jia nodded: "Only the peony is really beautiful, and when the flowers bloom, it will move the capital. The second girl is very good at picking."

What Fu Jia said was exactly what Fu Rong thought of. She had already thought of her words. The queen empress is like a peony among flowers, graceful and luxurious, she is the king of flowers, and it just corresponds to today's flower and fruit competition.

It's just such rhetoric, without any emotion, the sisterly love she showed to Lin Nianyou, and her use of the dead Fu Jia as a gimmick, caused the empress to fall into memories.

Compared with this approach, it is clear that her painting does not have any advantages.

Fu Rong has a lot of worries.

Fu Jia thought for a while and said, "I just mixed a fragrance two days ago called Summer Fragrance. I think if the second girl mixes this fragrance into the paint, the fragrance will be overflowing. Is there a different harvest?"

Fu Rong's heart moved, if it was mixed with floral dew, the peony flowers she painted would exude fragrance throughout the painting, that would be a beautiful idea.

She knows the fragrance that Fu Jia made, and Fu Jia is very good at it.

So, Fu Rong thanked and said, "Then I would like to thank Sister Jia."

Fu Jia smiled, reached out and took out a small glass bottle from the sachet, about the size of a thumb, which contained no more than ten drops of fragrance.

Seeing Fu Jia take out something from the sachet, Fu Rong was a little hesitant.

She has an instinctive sense of distance from this sachet.

Seeing Fu Rong's appearance, Fu Jia couldn't help laughing: "Second Miss, don't worry, this is just a bottle of ordinary Xiangxianglu, not poisonous."

Fu Rong couldn't tell whether it was poisonous or not, but she felt that Fu Jia didn't need to harm her.

Fu Rong was embarrassed to show other fears,
So he reached out to take the fragrant dew from Fu Jia's hand.

"Thank you, Miss Jia."

The ninth place is Fang Bingqian.

Fang Bingqing played the qin very well, and the empress would never tire of listening to this piece every year. Naturally, she won a lot of praise when she closed a piece.

Fang Bingqing blushed slightly, then got up from the stool, thanked the empress generously, and sat back in her seat.

On the way, passing by Anpinghou's mansion, Fang Bingqian slightly knelt and greeted Mrs. Anpinghou.

Fu Rong had already stood up, holding the fragrant dew that Fu Jia gave her in her hand.

Mrs. Anpinghou paid full attention to Fu Rong, and Fang Bingqian nodded casually as a greeting.

Fang Bingqian was a little disappointed, bit her lip, and was about to return to her seat.

Fu Jia smiled and praised: "Miss Fang is excellent at the piano, really amazing!"

"Really? Thank you Miss Fu for your compliment."

Fang Bingqian suddenly said pleasantly, and looked at Mrs. Anping Hou involuntarily.

Mrs. Anping Hou had no choice but to follow suit and praised: "Miss Fang is very talented."

Fang Bingqian immediately smiled and returned to her seat satisfied.

Fu Jia couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, leaning into Madam Anpinghou's ear, and said with a smile, "Flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, and the foster mother doesn't even look at Miss Fang's longing eyes."

Mrs. Anping Hou smiled, and said: "You also know, if Brother Heng is interested, why wait until now?"

Fu Jia shrugged and said the same thing.

However, she felt that she had misjudged Fang Bingqian in the past.

I always feel that she was mean and unrestrained before, but in fact this girl is a woman who speaks upright and dares to speak.

Last time, in Linglong Pavilion, when Cao Xiwei insisted on searching her body, it was Fang Bingqian and Qin Yiyi who spoke up for her.

Thinking of this, Fu Jia picked up the fruit wine on the table and toasted Fang Bingqian from a distance.

Fang Bingqian was a little flattered, and quickly returned a glass of wine.

Then he put down the cup carefully, and his heart began to pound.

Just as the two of them came and went, Fu Rong was already standing in front of the painting table.

I saw a variety of paints on the table, delicate and rich.

Fu Rong picked out the paint she needed, then adjusted the color, and added a few drops of fragrance dew into it.

"Your Majesty, the little girl is showing her ugliness." Fu Rong bowed her knees to salute the empress, and then stood in front of the drawing board.

Fu Rong sketched with a pen, and a few strokes formed a rough outline.

Then I saw her just scratching the surface of the water, and then the red peony petals were displayed on the drawing board.

As Fu Rong wrote the pen, the appearance of the peony gradually appeared. Layers upon layers of petals were squeezed together, blooming around delicate yellow stamens, and budding flowers, as if in the wind. Shaking generally.

After the petals were finished, Fu Rong sprinkled dewdrops on the flowers again, and the drops of rain fell on the petals, like rolling elves, making them more and more beautiful.

When everyone watched Fu Rong's painting, some people admired it softly.

However, compared to Lin Nianyou's painting just now, Fu Rong's is more beautiful but less soulful.

This is what the empress thinks in her heart.

She felt a little pity. Fu Rong's painting level has improved rapidly in recent years, and this year is much better than previous years.

The empress gave a few words of praise, which were somewhat different from Fu Rong's expectations.

She thought that she would get at least half of the support.

Fu Rong couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, she stood with her head down.

Just when everyone praised a few words and was about to proceed.

I saw a butterfly flying into the hall, and then another blue wing, very beautiful.

(End of this chapter)