Qing Wan nodded and said, "The prince made a serious statement. If the prince does not give up, Qing Wan will paint for the prince for free."
Mu Liuting put away the fan in his hand, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "That's it, it's settled. In two days, I will find an opportunity to invite Miss Qingwan to come to my house to paint."
"No!" Qing Wan shook her head and refused: "Qing Wan is in her daughter's house. It may be inconvenient to enter and leave the prince's house in such a grand manner. Why don't the prince come to Zuixian Ming? After tomorrow, I will go there to meet Master Li.
Learn how to make incense. Then I will find an opportunity to talk to the master. Is it okay for the prince to think about it?"
Although she intends to improve her status in the Qing family by getting to know the people around her so that she can fight against the people in the Qing family in the future, she does not want to be too conspicuous. It should be noted that the most important thing for a woman in this era is her reputation.
If your reputation is ruined, you will be in trouble.
Mu Liuting also felt that what the other party said was reasonable, and couldn't help but nodded, "As long as the girl doesn't feel inconvenienced, I will cooperate. However, a person as stubborn as Master Li is actually willing to accept you as his apprentice. I think the girl must be able to control it."
Xiang also has unique insights."
Qing Wan pulled her lips implicitly and said softly: "Master Meng doesn't give up, but Qing Wan does know that there is a kind of fragrance that is more suitable for the Crown Prince than the one he is wearing now. I will make it someday so that the Crown Prince can wear it.
try."
After thinking for a while, he added: "It's better not to wear the incense on the prince's body in the future. Although it can temporarily calm the mind and nourish the mind, it will not be beneficial to the body if it is worn for a long time."
As soon as these words came out, a strange light suddenly flashed in Mu Liuting's eyes, and even Ji Lanjin looked at her with a slightly different look.
"I want it too." Next to him, a guy who was unwilling to be left out also shouted, asking Qingwan to be treated fairly.
Qingwan turned around, looked at the other party calmly and said, "I wonder what Prince Heng wants?"
Someone proudly raised his smooth jade chin and said, "I want painting, and that incense you just mentioned."
Qingwan couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, feeling that the other party was really a child. Beside her, Mu Liuting rolled her eyes coldly and said: "What, are you willing to go out? I didn't hear what Qingwan said, you want to go out?"
Do you have to go to Zuixianming to ask her to paint?"
When Ji Chenxue heard this, she immediately darkened her face. But she quickly raised her chin again and said, "Why bother? After the banquet is over, let her stay and finish painting for me before leaving."
Qingwan wanted to say something but didn't say it. Finally, she looked at Ji Chenxue and said, "Is the prince worried about this white hair?"
Hearing this, Ji Chenxue couldn't help but her eyes lit up. She looked at her with hope and said, "Do you have a way? If you can find a way to help my prince turn this damn white hair back to its original appearance, I will
The prince will definitely be richly rewarded."
"There is a way." Qingwan carefully recalled the method of making hair dye in her mind, then raised her head and looked at the man behind her and said: "However, I think the white hair of the prince is very beautiful! It is unique in the crown jewels of Beijing.
.But if the prince doesn’t like it, Qing Wan can also turn him black.”
Before Ji Chenxue could answer, he saw the maid over there with Qing Wan's painting. Mu Liuting stared at the painting and admired it again. Finally, he said: "How can such a good painting not have an inscription? It's a pity that I waited.
Ordinary people, you don't have to insult this good painting, why not ask our Ninth Prince to write it?" Then he motioned to the maid to bring the painting to Ji Lanjin.
Qingwan was startled, frowned subconsciously, and turned around to see the man's reaction.
Unexpectedly, Ji Lanjin did not refuse. She glanced at the painting with her eyes as pale as water, and then wrote a few words in the blank space, "Thousands of trees in the east compete with each other, but this flower is unique in the world."
Wandering and swaying, her grace is charming, her strength is like an iron painting, and her charm is like a silver hook.
Everyone who saw his inscription showed a thoughtful expression.
I don’t know whether it is the flower, the painting, or the person who painted the inscription that is unique in the world.