Chapter 287 (1/2)
When they returned, one of them stepped forward and held up the painting in his hand and said, ”the princes say that this painting and poem are the best.”
It is a picture of an inverted bamboo branch, with dark ink as the face and light ink as the back. The next one is a hanging bamboo. The shade is appropriate and the spirit is striking. There are several colorful butterflies lingering around, which makes it interesting to interact with the hanging bamboo!
On the top right corner of the painting, there is a poem: breaking the ground, soaring clouds, driving cold, leading the way. Do not flow mottled bamboo sentimental tears, sweet for spring mountain snow waves.
Qu Jiayue came up to see it and said with a smile: ”Oh, if I remember this painting correctly, it should be made by Nangong girl.”
Yuncheng Princess nodded: ”yes.”
Qu Jiayue covered her mouth and said with a smile: ”I never thought that Nangong girl not only played the piano well, but also painted skillfully. She wrote a good poem.”
Looking at the painting, Princess Yuncheng nodded again: ”as expected, she deserves to be the legitimate daughter of Nangong aristocratic family. She deserves her reputation.” After that, she summoned Nangong Cheng to her face and gave her a white jade cloud pattern jade ring.
Nangong Cheng saluted respectfully, took it in a dignified manner, and then sat back to her original position with a white jade cloud pattern jade ring.
At this time, a maid came with a poem written by the male guest.
”Princess...” ”The maid looked respectful,” said the prince in law, ”these are the best three poems selected from the poems written by several princes. Please comment on them.”
After seeing it, Princess Yuncheng ordered her to appreciate it as well.
Nangongyue was not interested in poetry. He took a casual look at the poems and recognized that one of them should be written by Nangong Sheng, the elder brother in the lobby.
On the contrary, Jiang Yixi, Nangong Cheng Cheng and some of her noble daughters were all in high spirits, commenting on each poem, especially the one named ”singing bamboo”.
Nangong Cheng couldn't help but read it again: ”a bamboo, a orchid, a stone, a festival, a fragrance, a bone, a gentleman's style, eternal green and green.”
”Good poetry, really good poetry!”
”In particular, the sentence” festival, fragrance and bone ”is really wonderful
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