After the divorce, the reborn emperor seduced me into his arms

Offstage, Yan Qing cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and finally picked up the paintbrush.

There were still people around laughing and mocking.

But Yan Qing could hear nothing, his entire mind was focused on the canvas.

Different from Lu Mingyue's unrestrained painting style, Yan Qing's strokes are very neat and traditional.

And she draws very slowly.

After painting for a while, he would look at the peonies in the yard for a while, and then continue to concentrate on the canvas.

Lu Mingyue's paintings are like dancing.

The fluttering of her clothes made many noble ladies scream, and the eldest princess was also quite proud.

This is the prince consort she has her eyes on.

Like a fairy descending to earth...

"Prince Consort Lu is indeed from the Fanyang Lu family. His painting skills and use of colors are truly extraordinary..."

"Yes, I liked this painting the moment I saw it..."

"Me too. Prince Consort Lu's painting looks special. It's not like Yan Qing's, which is just ordinary and lacks any originality..."

"That's right, she's doomed to lose!"

No one was interested in watching Yan Qing paint, and they all gathered around the prince consort Lu Mingyue.

Although I don’t understand it, I feel it is high-end.

Lu Mingyue really enjoyed the feeling of being admired by everyone. She took a look at Yan Qing's painting and sneered in her heart when she saw that she was painting peonies in a very proper manner.

At this moment, the pen dances like a dragon, even more happily.

The wide, moon-white sleeves flutter across the canvas, truly like a fairy under the moon.

The eldest princess and everyone else were stunned.

On the high platform.

Prince Jing stared at Lu Mingyue's painting with a frown on his face. He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly asked in confusion, "Didn't the Imperial Sister ask him to paint peonies? What is he painting? Why can't I understand it?"

The King of Qi snorted coldly: "You have no artistic talent, so you can't understand it!"

Prince Li nodded. "Although Prince Consort Lu didn't paint the shape of the peony, he did capture its spirit. This stream-of-consciousness painting style was once a niche technique, but Lu Mingyue combined it with the style of the painting master Liu Boqi, and it became something special. Most people really can't understand it."

Prince Jing was completely bewildered.

He had a collection of several paintings by Liu Boqi in his house, and he took them out to look at them every day. How come he didn't notice that Prince Consort Lu's painting was similar to Liu Boqi's?

But both the eldest and second brothers said so, is it really his problem?

Prince Jing turned around and looked at Gu Huaizhou: "Ziyuan, do you understand?"

Gu Huaizhou had been staring at Yan Qing painting. Upon hearing this, he gave Lu Mingyue a look and said slowly, "I don't understand."

Prince Jing felt much better immediately.

It seems he is not the only one who doesn't understand.

Gu Huaizhou's expression was cold, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

What Lu Mingyue drew was a pile of shit.

Of course he couldn't understand!

His Qingqing paintings are still the best...

Under the stage, Lu Mingyue had already finished her painting.

He just waved his sleeves, painted heavily on the canvas with the brush in his hand, and then put it away.

"All right."

Lu Mingyue stepped back, walked to the front of the eldest princess, bowed and clasped his fists: "I am honored to have fulfilled my mission, Princess, please enjoy——"

Lu Mingyue stepped back gracefully, revealing the painting behind him.

All the noble ladies immediately followed the eldest princess, stretching their heads to look.

On the white canvas, black ink flowed like water, dotted with a few red plum blossoms. Beneath the plum blossoms stood a solitary figure...

Didn’t the princess say to paint peonies?

As if knowing everyone's confusion, Lu Mingyue proudly explained: "Although it is a red plum blossom, it has the true meaning of a peony. Peonies are common, but the meaning of peonies is not. What I want to paint is the true meaning of peonies..."

The noble ladies: “???”

The eldest princess stared at the painting for a long time, then suddenly clapped her hands: "Excellent! The bright moon is still the same as before. I like this painting very much!"

The ladies immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, this painting is great!"

“It’s like a masterpiece!”

"As expected of you, my Prince Consort!"

"..."

While he was being praised, Yan Qing also finished his painting.

Her painting is very simple, just a magnificent scene of peonies in a corner.

However, the brushstrokes are delicate and the colors are exquisite. At first glance, it looks like the real thing. Some people even found a corresponding corner of the courtyard in Yan Qing's painting.

"Wonderful, wonderful, Yan Er's painting skills are really amazing!"

Prince Jing stood up first and looked at the painting in Yan Qing's hand with surprise.

No wonder Ziyuan said that this girl could help him get the painting of Spring River Moon Night from his second brother. Her skills are so good that they can really make the fake look like the real thing!

The King of Qi said coldly, "Miss Yan Er does have some painting skills, but that's all."

Prince Li also stood up and said, "Prince Consort Lu's painting is still superior, especially the lonely figure in the painting. It makes me feel like I really understand the true meaning of peony..."

Prince Jing rolled his eyes and suddenly leaned closer to Prince Qi and said, "Second brother, how about we make a bet?"

The King of Qi glared at his useless brother and asked, "What do you want to bet on?"

Prince Jing rubbed his hands and said, "If Yan Er wins, how about giving me the painting of Spring River Moon Night in your collection?"

"Humph!"

The King of Qi snorted coldly: "If she loses, what do you have that is worth asking for?"

Prince Jing's face suddenly turned bitter. "Your Majesty, of course, doesn't care about my brother's things. How about this: if Yan Er wins, Your Majesty, you can lend me the painting for a few days. If you lose, I can call you good brother a few times? Okay, Second Royal Brother..."

The King of Qi looked at him with great disdain, but finally agreed after King Jing's constant pestering.

Jing Wangchao winked at Gu Huaizhou.

He likes to collect paintings, but he doesn't understand painting, so he doesn't know who will win between Yan Qing and Lu Mingyue. But he knows that Gu Huaizhou has always regarded Yan Qing as the apple of his eye, and now he is so calm, he must have a backup plan.

So King Jing is sure that Yan Er will win!

Over there, the eldest princess had already commented on Yan Qing's painting.

"The painting is good, but it's too cliché."

One sentence determined Yan Qing's life or death.

The other ladies immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, this painting does look realistic, but it's not original at all. It's not as eye-catching as Prince Consort Lu's!"

"That's right, what's the point of painting it realistically? If we want something realistic, we might as well just enjoy the flowers..."

"Some people just can't recognize themselves. They insist on making trouble, but in the end, they still make trouble for themselves..."

Before the "shou" could say anything, the man's eyes widened.

A butterfly flew from nowhere and landed on Yan Qing's canvas, right on the pistil of a peony!

Then, two, three...

For some reason, the butterflies that were originally fluttering around in the yard suddenly all flew towards the peonies in Yan Qing's painting...

Everyone was stunned.

Lu Mingyue's face turned pale.

Yan Qing smiled and looked at the princess with a grim expression: "May I ask, Princess, is my painting better than Prince Consort Lu's?"