A closer look reveals that the lines and strokes of this portrait are of different thickness and lack of strength, and the surface of the drawing paper is not very clean.

A very bad painting, poorly done.

Fourth Master Jiang asked the servant, "Has anyone entered my study recently?"

The little servants looked at each other and shook their heads.

Jiang Siye looked at the painting carefully, and finally found a small ink handprint at the bottom right.

Very shallow and blurry.

It is similar in shape to the handprint on the cat's paw, small and round.

It's a child's handprint.

Jiang Siye immediately knew who it was.

"Go and find the young master." He said to the little servant.

When the servant who went out found Jiang Jinxing, the little guy wandered around the courtyard of the big house.

Catching cats and teasing dogs is a lot of fun.

The last time was in a dog hole, heard Mr. Liu speak ill of his family behind his back, and Jiang Jinxing became very good at walking.

The uncle of the Jiang family had a headache when he saw his little nephew. He was just like the childhood version of the Beijing Imperial Forest Army patrolling in Jinling. It seemed that as soon as they caught them talking bad about his family, he would sue the old uncle.

The unfortunate young nephew was so young, and the uncle obviously favored him, and it seemed that he was ruthless when he chased people directly.

Only sulking.

Jiang Jinxing was brought back to Fourth Master Jiang, who pointed to the painting, "Did you bring this painting in?"

Jiang Jinxing glanced at it, without panic at all, with a look of "I did something bad, but what can you do to me", and nodded.

He took a picture of the portrait, and the palm of his hand happened to be printed together with the fuzzy cat's paw print on the lower right side of the canvas.

Fourth Master Jiang asked, "You painted this painting?"

Jiang Jinxing nodded again.

If it was drawn by a seven-year-old child, it would not be so clumsy.

He never taught him to paint.

It looks a bit like his son.

Fourth Master Jiang's expression softened a little, and said, "Why do you put the painting of His Highness Ninth in it?"

Jiang Jinxing said confidently: "Daddy wants to show my sister-in-law her husband, but Daddy's eyes..."

With a light "tsk", his eyes swept across the scrolls that had been flipped or not flipped, like picking pork, his eyes were picky, "Too bad."

Wrinkling his nose, he said boldly, "My eyesight is better, no... it's much better. Dad, you can't."

Fourth Master Jiang was silent for a while.

After a while.

Jiang Jinxing was chased and beaten by the fourth master Jiang.

son, that kind of thing

It's three days without putting on the roof!

Jiang Jinxing jumped up and down all the way, until he jumped to Jiang Qinshi's side, hid behind Jiang Qinshi, clinging to his mother's body temperature, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Holding Jiang Qin's sleeves tightly, like a quail wet only by the rain, he gasped and his face calmed down.

Jiang Qinshi protected her son and looked at her husband, "Why are you angry again?"

Fourth Master Jiang was also slightly out of breath, and said, "This kid sneaked into my study again, secretly used my pen and ink, and exchanged for the portraits I looked at, mixed with the portrait of the Ninth Prince."

Fourth Master Jiang didn't really want to hit his son, but Jiang Jinxing's temper was the same as he used to be, he had to use some powerful moves before this kid could remember, "I have to teach him, don't take his sister's The marriage is bullshit."

"I'm not messing around." Jiang Jinxing secretly showed his eyes from behind Jiang Qinshi, quails probed, and defended himself, "I just put the portrait inside, and I didn't force Daddy to choose. I don't know who Daddy is looking for. Who, look at the portraits, crooked melons and cracked dates, they don't look as good as me, I don't want them to be my brother-in-law."

The clearer he is.

Jiang Siye has a heart attack.

Jiang Qin hurriedly asked the maids to take Jiang Jinxing aside, and patted Jiang Siye's heart, "During that time in Yecheng, Jinxing had a lot of contacts with Nian Nian and the Ninth Prince, as for those noble sons in Jinling, I sincerely I haven’t seen it before, and I naturally feel that the Ninth Prince is better. You don’t have to be angry with him.”

Fourth Master Jiang glanced at Jiang Jinxing.

The little figure was squatting by the wall, holding a small wooden stick in his little hand, and angrily painted his face on the ground in the yard.

He painted his face with the features out of place and huddled together.

Fourth Master Jiang: "..."

Raising a son is frustrating.

Fourth Master Jiang deliberately told Jiang Jinxing, "Even if I can't find someone who satisfies me, I will never marry any prince every year."

Jiang Jinxing's back looks even more angry, the face drawn by the small stick has no facial features.

Jiang Qinshi sighed and asked, "Then you are satisfied, have you found someone?"

Fourth Master Jiang: "..."

Like his son, he felt that all the boys in Jinling were crooked melons and cracked dates.

But the problem is, the prince or something is not a date!

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Qin shook his head helplessly.

She thought the same thing as those little servants. She really wanted to let Fourth Master Jiang continue to search. According to his standards, no one could be found.

"Twenty days later, on the birthday of the old lady, the concubine is waiting for someone to send invitations to the noble sons of the right age in Jinling. When the banquet comes, you should pay attention to see who is suitable, and also pay attention. Who do you like in the new year?"

Thinking of the picture of his daughter standing with other stinky boys, Jiang Siye wanted to take a knife, but instead he sighed and said, "It's what you said."

"But don't give the invitation to the prince, the prince and the prince." This was his last insistence, "especially the ninth prince."

...

Egret Academy, in Qingshan School where Mr. Yan teaches.

Pei Songyu closed the invitation card in his hand and handed it to the book boy beside him, "At the end of the month, I'm going to congratulate the old lady of Ning Anbo's house on her birthday, and I'm going to prepare a gift, so be careful."

"Why does Brother Pei attach so much importance to Madam Ning Anbo's birthday?"

Beside him, a voice fell.

The speaker was Yu Yinxue who slept with Pei Songyu.

He entered the academy two years later than Pei Songyu. He was the concubine of the Qing family in Dali Temple.

Yu Yinxue sat down on the other side of the stone table and looked at Pei Songyu with a smile, "I have never seen Brother Pei so dedicated to things other than reading."

"The Jiang family is kind to me." Pei Songyu looked calm, and saw that the book boy behind Yu Yinxue was also holding an invitation card, "Since you have also received the invitation card, it is better for me to be with you when it comes to the birthday banquet. go?"

"Nature is great, but..."

Yu Yinxue sighed, "I have never had any dealings with Ning An Bo's mansion. After I got there, I was introduced by Brother Lao Pei."

Pei Songyu agreed, and he smiled, "Thank you, Brother Pei."

After chatting for a while, Yu Yinxue's words changed, "Does Jiang Siye, who just returned to the capital, have an unmarried daughter?"

Pei Songyu remembered what he had seen when he raised his eyes a few days ago, shook his head slightly, and nodded.

Seeing Pei Songyu shaking his head, Yu Yinxue couldn't help but ponder a little more in his heart.

With a gentle smile on his face, he asked tentatively, "Brother Pei is her distant cousin, right? Fourth Master Jiang intends to show his daughter her husband-in-law, what does Brother Pei think about this matter? "

Pei Songyu frowned slightly, and shook his head firmly again, "Before making a contribution and establishing a career, I don't think about starting a family."

"Brother Pei is devoted to learning, and he is ashamed of himself." Yu Yinxue relaxed a lot.

Yu Yinxue is the concubine in the family, and he has always been the one who is not valued. If he wants to make his future smoother, he must find a way to find a good marriage for himself. In the end, his wife's family can be his help.

"This time old

For Madam's birthday banquet, Fourth Master Jiang might take this opportunity to meet her husband-in-law for her daughter. "He didn't know much about the Jiang family before, and was about to ask more from Pei Songyu's mouth, when he suddenly felt a cold light behind him.

Looking back, there is a person sitting in a wheelchair, under the shade of a tree.

Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu both stood up and bowed their hands, "His Royal Highness."

Rong Ting nodded slightly.

He glanced at the book boy behind the two, holding the invitation card in his hand.

His gaze passed lightly, but in the end nothing happened.

But Huai Qing was terrified.

He heard the conversation between Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue just now.

The tone of Yu Yinxue's speech is a bit like the tone of the ninth highness when he spoke in front of the third prince...

The thoughts of the fourth girl Jiang are not clear.

The Ninth Highness must have also heard it.

Now that you heard it, how could you not do something?

But seeing Rong Ting turned around and looked at him, "Take me to Mr. Yan."

There was a slight surprise in Huai Qing's expression.

Looking back at Yu Yinxue, it was like looking at some rare thing with divine light to protect the body.

He could actually let His Highness Ninth let him go.

...

Yan Nanxun was in the attic on the second floor of his study, holding a scroll in one hand and a red pen in the other, circling around.

There is an unparalleled lofty spirit in the shelf alone.

Hearing the knock on the door, he said "Come in" without raising his head.

"Sir." Rong Ting handed over the scroll he was holding in his hand, "Sir, the history book that Mister asked the disciple to memorize is already memorized."

Yan Nanxun picked two pages at random and asked, and seeing that he was already familiar with it, he didn't know what to say for a while.

It's only been a few days...

Queen Jiahe sent an eunuch a few days ago to tell him that the ninth prince was sloppy when he was young, and he didn't develop a good habit. It is the face of Emperor Zhaowu, don't be stingy with heavy punishment.

Yan Nanxun was originally a big-hearted person. Regardless of whether he was an emperor or not, the emperor would sometimes not give his face, and he would not even respect the empress.

It's just that Empress Jiahe specially sent someone to warn him, and he thought that the ninth prince would be someone who could not bear hardships because of his natural aura.

Yan Nanxun looked at him slightly sideways, his eyes were a little cold, "Did you never forget it since you were a child?"

However, Rong Ting shook his head, and the skin under his eyelids showed a faint crow blue, "This disciple is stupid, and he knows that he is not comparable to other brothers and sisters. It took several days and nights to memorize it before he was barely familiar with it."

Huai Qing: "..."

He watched with his own eyes, at night, under the candlelight, under the candlelight, holding a booklet from a jewelry craftsman, either beating and beating on jade, or casting gold and silver, without endorsing it at all.

It seems to be very strange recently, and began to think about what to do with the jelly beans. Anyway, just didn't endorse it.

He didn't even see when His Highness Ninth picked up the book.

This is called stupidity, no one in the world is smart.

When he was in the limelight, the Ninth Highness wanted to lie.

However, given the situation of His Highness the Ninth Highness today, there are so many people in the palace who want to harm him.

Hearing what Rong Ting said, Yan Nanxun nodded, his gaze softened.

Rong Ting's attitude made him more satisfied.

If Rong Ting was too rambunctious as Jia and the Queen said, no matter how amazing Rong Ting's conversation made him when he first talked to him at night, no matter how smart he was, he would not take it too seriously.

Reading is not just about being smart.

I found a few new history books from the bookshelf and handed them to Rong Ting, "These books have my annotations. Since you finished memorizing them early, look at them first."

Rong Ting thanked him, suddenly raised his eyes, looked towards Yan Nanxun, and said with a smile, "Sir, the weather outside today is sunny, the sky is like the sea, it's very beautiful, do you want to take a look, sir? It really makes you open-minded."

Yan Nanxun looked at the young man's sharp and clean smile, and suddenly realized that this was the youngest of all his disciples.

His tone just now was too harsh.

This is just an underachiever kid. When walking, look at the sky and the ground, simple and sincere.

Looking at him, he couldn't help but think of his childhood, when he was a little infected, and said with a smile, "Then I'll go take a look."

Rong Ting reminded, "Sir, from the north window, the clouds over there are beautiful."

Yan Nanxun's book boy opened the sash of the north window wider for Yan Nanxun.

Yan Nanxun stood by the window and looked up

But they saw Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyushu sitting on the stone table, chatting with each other.

That Yu Yinxue had a thick smile on his face, and it didn't look like he was talking about poetry and books.

"Standing there talking, have you read all the books in the world? What's there to talk about?"

Yan Nanxun has always been very strict with his own disciples, and said a little angrily.

Although this Yu Yinxue has a clever mind, but his cleverness can't always come up with ideas, and he always wants to find shortcuts.

But he is always smiling and never makes mistakes.

There was no chance to teach him a lesson.

"Do you mean Senior Brother Pei and Senior Brother Yu?" Rong Ting asked at the right time.

"I mean, did you come from there just now and hear what they were talking about?"

"The disciple never noticed..."

Huai Qing was wondering how Rong Ting said he didn't hear it, and saw that Rong Ting, who was talking, tilted his head slightly and looked at him.

On his face was the sky light streaming in from the window, looking very harmless to humans and animals, "Huaiqing, did you hear anything?"

Huai Qing's face changed slightly.

He got it.

His Highness Ninth used the weather to let Yan Nanxun open the window and see the scene of Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue chatting.

And then let him, a minion, make a snitch.

And the ninth highness, from beginning to end, like a lotus flower, it emerges from the mud without being stained.

Just a boy who loves to watch the sky.

"The two young masters are talking about going to Ning'an's house for a banquet." After being with Rong Ting for a long time, Huai Qing felt that he had also practiced a little bit of effort, "What they hold in their hands is the invitation. "

Yan Nanxun glanced at it and saw the invitation cards in the hands of the two bookboys, the same as the ones on his desk.

Unable to hold his temper, he angrily picked up something from the table and threw it out of the window.

Lion Roar and Jie Chi ran towards Yu Yinxue's forehead together, "I don't know if you are studying diligently!"

...

Huai Qing looked at the invitation card on Yan Nan's table, and could not help but look at Rong Ting with some sympathy: "Ninth Highness, it seems that you are the only one in the academy...have not received the invitation card."

But Rong Ting's face did not see the slightest change in expression.

Sad, lonely, nothing at all.

With his long fingers, he flipped a few pages of the scroll in his hand, with a light expression on his face, "Don't you have to go without an invitation?"