The princess is the only one in Xuanmen, and she is reborn to lift the lid of the prince's coff

Song Wu walked to the desk in the center of the hall and skillfully picked up the pen with his left hand.

In just half an hour, a picture of autumn mountain life appeared on the paper.

After seeing Song Chuchu's koi painting, the girls didn't have much expectation for Song Wu, whose hand was bandaged, but Cui Zhilan just took a glance and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"Miss Song's painting skills must have been cultivated for at least ten years, right?"

Song Wu smiled faintly and did not comment.

Hearing this, the other noble ladies looked over. Soon, six or seven noble ladies gathered in front of her desk, bringing all the people who were originally from Song Chuchu's side over.

"Sister Song draws so well!"

"Yes, yes, it's really artistic!"

"As expected, she is a talented woman with a great reputation..."

Hearing everyone's praise, Lu Yuehe also came down from the Queen Mother's side and looked carefully at the painting made by Song Wu.

Her eyes lit up: "This painting skill is really not much worse than that of a master!"

Song Wu chuckled: "Sister Yuehe, you are too kind. I have only been imitating the master for many years!"

Seeing this scene, Song Chuchu suddenly felt angry.

Her right hand was clearly destroyed, how could this still happen?!

But she still gathered around with the other girls and pretended to compliment Song Wu.

She originally thought that she would definitely come out on top in the selection of the princess. Then, between her and Song Wu, if she was chosen as the princess, she would not become the princess but marry Ji Bozhou instead. Compared to Song Wu, who should have married Ji Bozhou but wanted to marry into the royal family, it would be obvious who was more noble!

When Prince Jin becomes famous in the selection of concubines, he will also have more confidence to gain the recognition of the Ji family.

But I didn’t expect that Song Wu actually had a backup plan!

Song Wu naturally knew what Song Chuchu was thinking. At this moment, she looked at her right hand, then glanced at Song Chuchu in front of her, and said in a low voice with a slightly cold smile: "Sister, you didn't give me enough tea today. There is still one cup left in your left hand!"

Song Chuchu's face turned pale, and finally she had to pretend that she didn't understand and smiled awkwardly.

Song Chuchu's guess was correct; Song Wu rarely used his left hand. His current success was actually thanks to Ji Bozhou.

In the past, he loved to ask her to imitate the paintings of Mo Jie, and often asked her to paint and give them to him, which he would use as topics of conversation in social situations.

Because of his reputation as a talented scholar in Beijing, he once wanted to show a huge mountain painting in front of his classmates. It would obviously take half a month to complete, but he said there would be an autumn banquet in four days, which made her stay awake for three consecutive days.

It was during that time that the tendon sheath of her right hand, which was used to hold the pen, became inflamed from exhaustion, and she had to learn to draw this picture with her left hand.

So her left hand only knows how to draw this mountain painting.

The Queen Mother also looked at Song Wu's painting of Autumn Mountain Residence and nodded to her with satisfaction.

Seeing Jiang Xing being pushed in from outside, she deliberately glared at him.

Jiang Xing touched his nose weakly and returned to his seat silently under the gaze of the empress dowager.

The last match was a competition of piano skills. Song Wu's right hand was injured, so he naturally couldn't play the piano.

But she had already built up some trust with the Empress Dowager, so she bowed to her and said, "Your Majesty, my right hand has been burned, and it's difficult to play the zither with one hand. I'm afraid I can't participate in this performance."

Seeing that there were indeed blisters on her hands and that she was humble and polite, the Queen Mother just looked at Jiang Xing, sighed softly, and agreed to her request.

In the first dance, Song Chuchu took the lead.

At this moment, the last noble lady's piano performance was over, and Song Chuchu couldn't suppress the joy on her face.

She still won!

When the Queen Mother announces her as the princess, she can bring up the fact that she is engaged to Ji Bozhou, and then say that she came here to accompany Song Wu.

In this case, Jiang Xing cannot marry her!

Seeing the results of the competition were out, the Queen Mother sat upright and said, "Today's results are out, and I'm sure all the young ladies have guessed it. The winner is the second young lady of the Loyalty Earl's Mansion, Song Chuchu!"

She glanced at Jiang Xing and paused, "According to the rules, the candidate for our concubine today has been decided. The candidate for Princess Jin is——"

"It's the eldest daughter of the Loyalty Earl's Mansion, Song Wu!"

Jiang Xing spoke before the empress dowager and coughed heavily a few times.

"Since this prince is seriously ill, I will not harm the second young lady of the Loyalty Earl's Mansion. Let the eldest young lady come to bring happiness to this prince!"

There was no air flowing in the house.

what? !

Song Wu was torn apart by this sentence.

What does it mean not to harm Song Chuchu and let her come to bring him happiness?

After all, I saved his life, right? This is how he repays me?!

Song Wu quickly stood up and knelt down, "Queen Dowager, your servant——"

"Miss Song!" The Queen Mother interrupted Song Wu. "Since I see that you and Prince Jin are so compatible, I agree to this marriage."

Song Wu sat there in a daze. What did it mean to be in love with Prince Jin?

They have only met twice, and this is only the third time!

Song Wu only felt that he was struck by ninety-nine and eighty-one heavenly thunders, which made him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside!

"Miss Song," the Queen Mother laughed, seeing her stunned. "You've even put on the clothes I'm going to give to the future princess today, and you still say you and the prince are not in love?"

Three big question marks appeared in Song Wu's head again.

No wonder!

No wonder when she came in from outside, the Queen Mother looked at her with hostile eyes, even scrutinizing her.

It was not until he saw her calligraphy and paintings that his attitude finally improved.

This dress was actually given as a reward to the chosen princess!

She glared at Jiang Xing angrily, but Jiang Xing lowered his eyes and ignored her murderous look.

But in the eyes of the Queen Mother, this behavior was just a flirting between a young couple!

Previously, the wife of Duke Anguo had come to the palace to tell her about how Song Wu saved Yun Ce. I guess at that time, the two little ones had already fallen in love with each other!

The Queen Mother was very satisfied. This time she finally fulfilled her wish. She had been in Longchuan for fifteen years and still didn't have a princess at the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven. How ridiculous!

At this time, the other noble ladies in the palace heard what Prince Jin had just said, but they suddenly came to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, how could they forget that this time the purpose of selecting a concubine was to bring good luck!

So when he looked at Song Wu at this moment, he unconsciously felt a bit of sympathy.

Only Song Chuchu was almost overwhelmed by the resentment in her heart.

Why?

In her previous life, she had clearly won all three games and took the championship smoothly!

But at this moment, she still had to show that she didn't want to do it and smiled at Song Wu.

As soon as the concubine selection banquet was over, the palace's rewards to the princess left the palace first.

Li and Song Ming were waiting at the door of the Bo's house, rubbing their hands anxiously. They believed that Chuchu would definitely win the championship today!

After a while, the rewards from the palace and the empress dowager's decree arrived at the door of the Earl's Mansion.

"Congratulations, Master!" Xia Ming, the chief eunuch of the Imperial Household Department, bowed enthusiastically to Song Ming. "Your daughter has been chosen as the Princess of Jin. The future of your family is limitless!"

Song Ming smiled when he heard this, and quickly took out a bag of gold leaves and stuffed it into Xia Ming's hand.

After the servants of the Earl's Mansion took all the rewards into the backyard, Xia Ming stuffed the imperial edict into Song Ming's arms and said, "Congratulations to Master Bo. Our mission on this trip is complete. Without further delay, I will return to the palace to report to the Empress Dowager!"

"Okay, okay!" Song Ming's face was flushed. "Trouble Eunuch Xia, for making this trip..."

Song Wu and Song Chuchu saw Song Ming and his wife before they got off the carriage. As soon as Eunuch Xia left, Song Ming sent someone to tell the old lady, so even the old lady was trembling at the door to greet them.

Song Chuchu got off the carriage first. Li held her hand affectionately, smiling so brightly that her eyebrows were not visible. "See what I said before? Our Chuchu is blessed with a life that can bring a bright future to our uncle's family!"

Song Chuchu, however, was not interested and pulled her hand away from her arms indifferently, "It's not me."

Li didn't hear her words clearly, and continued to escort Song Chuchu up and down to the main hall.

After entering the main hall and confirming that Song Wu was not nearby to laugh at her, Song Chuchu said impatiently: "The princess is not me!"