Exiled after the marriage? My elder sister sent me to the throne!

"How is that possible, Mom? Your painting is so good!" Jiang Qiu affirmed, "This is the first time I've seen such a vivid painting, and the protagonist in it is me. I really like this painting!"

Qian looked at her black and shiny eyes, which were lively and vivid, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "As long as you like it."

She was finally of some use.

Jiang Qiu observed carefully and was amazed. Painting really requires a lot of talent. Her mother-in-law painted a picture with just a few strokes, and it looked perfect even when she showed it to others. Seeing Qian beside her, she couldn't help asking, "Mom, have you been learning painting for a long time?"

Qian replied shyly: "I have been learning to paint since I picked up a pen. It has been more than 30 years now."

"That's amazing! When you were young, you must have been admired by many people!"

"Qiu Niang, don't talk nonsense. I only know a few basic things and cannot be compared with those great masters. Besides, I am a girl with too great a reputation, which will easily attract a lot of rumors." Qian said.

Jiang Qiu frowned, "Mom, although I haven't seen many paintings, I think your paintings have souls and can directly convey a kind of emotion to people. It's extraordinary. When we arrive in Qiongzhou, if you want to paint, just paint. Don't bury your talent!"

"Don't, don't, don't..."

Qian was frightened.

Wouldn't she be causing more trouble for Qiu Niang?

Jiang Qiu interrupted her self-denial: "Mom, I was originally worried about the lack of people who can draw well, and now you appear, just like a god given to me by God. Don't feel pressured, I will need you in many places in the future, so don't find me annoying when the time comes!"

"how come!"

Qian thought Qiu Niang was kind and found an excuse to coax her.

In fact, Jiang Qiu did not lie. There were many places where Qian was needed!

Jiang Qiu looked at the painting in front of him and felt it was inexplicably hot.

The whole painting seems to be surrounded by a vague ambiguity, which makes Jiang Qiu, a person who has been lonely for more than 20 years, yearn for a beautiful love.

After folding the drawing paper, the official called for them to set off. As they got closer to Qiongzhou, the temperature became more and more suitable. It was not like the capital city where it was so cold in October that people did not want to go out. It seemed like they were just wearing an extra piece of cloth clothing.

Jiang Qiu looked down at his own clothes, then at Lu Ce's usual coarse linen clothes, and could not help but say that he was really thrifty.

Lu Ce glanced at her, his eyes were emotionless, "What's the matter?"

"No, there's another hole below your waist. You'd better be careful. It will be very dangerous if a big cut is made." Jiang Qiu kindly reminded.

Lu Ce's neck quickly turned red, and then quickly spread to his face and ears. Even his voice trembled slightly when he spoke: "Rogue."

Jiang Qiu was dumbfounded.

Alas, no...

She just means well, okay?

Even if she was bewitched by beauty before, she has turned over a new leaf and become a new person.

Why doesn't he give people a chance to mend their ways?

Jiang Qiu crossed his arms and gave him a cold look, "Okay, treat me like a gangster."

She usually laughed and seemed to have no temper, but suddenly her face turned cold and her smiling eyes became sharp and cold, which made Lu Ce immediately reflect on his mistakes.

But he was stubborn and didn't want to admit that it was his fault.

In the twilight, the setting sun in the sky is like blood, and the sunset glows

"How is that possible, Mom? Your painting is so good!" Jiang Qiu affirmed, "This is the first time I've seen such a vivid painting, and the protagonist in it is me. I really like this painting!"

Qian looked at her black and shiny eyes, which were lively and vivid, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "As long as you like it."

She was finally of some use.

Jiang Qiu observed carefully and was amazed. Painting really requires a lot of talent. Her mother-in-law painted a picture with just a few strokes, and it looked perfect even when she showed it to others. Seeing Qian beside her, she couldn't help asking, "Mom, have you been learning painting for a long time?"

Qian replied shyly: "I have been learning to paint since I picked up a pen. It has been more than 30 years now."

"That's amazing! When you were young, you must have been admired by many people!"

"Qiu Niang, don't talk nonsense. I only know a few basic things and cannot be compared with those great masters. Besides, I am a girl with too great a reputation, which will easily attract a lot of rumors." Qian said.

Jiang Qiu frowned, "Mom, although I haven't seen many paintings, I think your paintings have souls and can directly convey a kind of emotion to people. It's extraordinary. When we arrive in Qiongzhou, if you want to paint, just paint. Don't bury your talent!"

"Don't, don't, don't..."

Qian was frightened.

Wouldn't she be causing more trouble for Qiu Niang?

Jiang Qiu interrupted her self-denial: "Mom, I was originally worried about the lack of people who can draw well, and now you appear, just like a god given to me by God. Don't feel pressured, I will need you in many places in the future, so don't find me annoying when the time comes!"

"how come!"

Qian thought Qiu Niang was kind and found an excuse to coax her.

In fact, Jiang Qiu did not lie. There were many places where Qian was needed!

Jiang Qiu looked at the painting in front of him and felt it was inexplicably hot.

The whole painting seems to be surrounded by a vague ambiguity, which makes Jiang Qiu, a person who has been lonely for more than 20 years, yearn for a beautiful love.

After folding the drawing paper, the official called for them to set off. As they got closer to Qiongzhou, the temperature became more and more suitable. It was not like the capital city where it was so cold in October that people did not want to go out. It seemed like they were just wearing an extra piece of cloth clothing.

Jiang Qiu looked down at his own clothes, then at Lu Ce's usual coarse linen clothes, and could not help but say that he was really thrifty.

Lu Ce glanced at her, his eyes were emotionless, "What's the matter?"

"No, there's another hole below your waist. You'd better be careful. It will be very dangerous if a big cut is made." Jiang Qiu kindly reminded.

Lu Ce's neck quickly turned red, and then quickly spread to his face and ears. Even his voice trembled slightly when he spoke: "Rogue."

Jiang Qiu was dumbfounded.

Alas, no...

She just means well, okay?

Even if she was bewitched by beauty before, she has turned over a new leaf and become a new person.

Why doesn't he give people a chance to mend their ways?

Jiang Qiu crossed his arms and gave him a cold look, "Okay, treat me like a gangster."

She usually laughed and seemed to have no temper, but suddenly her face turned cold and her smiling eyes became sharp and cold, which made Lu Ce immediately reflect on his mistakes.

But he was stubborn and didn't want to admit that it was his fault.

In the twilight, the setting sun in the sky is like blood, and the sunset glows