When the girl saw that he had put away the painting, she spread out the pen and paper and planned to paint another painting, thinking that she was a lover of painting.

Song Mingan watched from the side with a smile on his face, and he wanted a picture too.

The girl glanced at him and said, "Young Master has no relationship with my paintings, so don't waste your time."

Song Mingan was stunned for a moment, and could only retreat wisely.

Rong Zhuo thought that this girl was quite interesting, she could actually make Song Mingan collapse.

Song Ming'an followed Rong Zhuo angrily, "Why didn't she send me a picture?"

"Do you like it?" Rong Zhuo asked, "Unfortunately, I told others that I would give it to my sweetheart, so I can't give it to you."

"Haha." Song Mingan heard him say they were good friends, but he just thought he was talking about Qingyu, so he pouted, "You, you are full of that Qingyu, and you don't forget to bring him a gift when you go out to play."

Rong Zhuo couldn't explain it to him, he could only smile embarrassedly with a blushing face.

However, as soon as he followed Song Mingan out of the flower room, he almost crashed into someone's arms at the door.

"Sorry!" Rong Zhuo raised his head, only to realize that the person standing in front of him was actually Yu Jingdu.

"Young Master Rong is really romantic." Yu Jingdu opened his mouth with a sour tone.

He glanced at the painting in Rong Zhuo's hand, obviously listening to the words of the two of them.

Rong Zhuo wanted to explain a sentence to him, but saw that Yu Fang dropped a look of "Go back and settle the account with you", so he turned and left.

Rong Zhuo: ...

Chapter 93

Rong Zhuo looked at Yu Jingdu's back with a guilty conscience.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he felt that the other party must have had some bad plan in mind at that moment.

"It can be seen that he really doesn't like you very much." Song Mingan thought he was smart.

"Yeah." Rong Zhuo replied absentmindedly, secretly thinking that Yu Jingdu would definitely bully him again at night.

Because he was pretending to be on his mind, Rong Zhuo kept thinking wildly in the following time, guessing how Yu Jingdu would bully him. He was a little uneasy in his heart, afraid that Yu Jingdu would be too out of touch, but he had a little secret anticipation, wanting to see what new tricks the other party had learned.

Song Mingan wanted to talk to the girl but failed, so he dragged him to find a place to sit down.

After a while, a girl's laughter came from a distance, Song Mingan became interested again when he heard the sound, and insisted on pulling Rong Zhuo over to see it. Rong Zhuo was dragged around the corridor by him, and he saw that the girl who had just sent him the painting was talking to several other girls. Everyone heard the footsteps and looked at the two of them.

Song Mingan felt a little embarrassed when he saw so many girls, and bowed awkwardly.

Rong Zhuo also saluted them and turned to leave, but was stopped by the girl.

"Little Young Master, come and help me judge. She said that my paintings are not good. I said that some people liked them, but she didn't believe them. She also said that if someone really likes them, they will give me the bracelet on their hands." The girl said.

Rong Zhuo had to stop when he heard the words, and said with consideration to his tone: "I really like the girl's paintings, but I don't know how to paint, but looking at the flowers in the paintings, I feel warm and bright, which is really moving."

"Do you hear me?" the girl said to the person beside her.

"He said he didn't know how to paint, and what he said didn't count." Another person said.

"You're lying." The girl said, "You just said clearly that no one will like it. This little boy is a person and he likes it, so what you said is wrong."

"Okay, I lost." The other girl was a little angry, but she still took off the bracelet from her hand and gave it to the other party.

She has a good temperament. She lost a bracelet, but she didn't show her anger. Instead, she asked him, "Take a look at the painting she gave you."

Rong Zhuo was a little hesitant, he always felt that it was not good for Lai to talk so much to a bunch of girls here.

Song Mingan reached out and poked him, and said in a low voice, "Quickly take it out and show it to others."

Rong Zhuo was helpless and could only take out the previous painting and show it to another girl.

The girl glanced at it and obviously didn't appreciate the painting's skill, but she didn't say much.

During the conversation, someone came to greet everyone to the hall, saying that the old prince had someone prepare melons, fruits and wine, and asked them to go in and rest for a while.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly said goodbye to the girls, and followed Song Mingan into the hall.

"Is the girl who was talking to you just now the youngest daughter of Ding Shangshu's family?" Su Yun approached.

"Which one are you talking about?" Song Mingan asked hurriedly.

"It's the one in the green shirt." Su Yun said, "This girl is not easy to mess with, she's spoiled at home."

Rong Zhuo saw that the Miss Ding in Su Yun's mouth was the girl who sent him the painting.

"Ms. Ding is seventeen this year, and she hasn't gotten married yet. She has high vision." Su Yun said again.

"It's not good for us to talk about other girls like that?" Rong Zhuo whispered.

Song Mingan smiled, "I guess they are talking about you too."

Rong Zhuo heard the words and looked over there. Sure enough, he saw several girls looking at him. He was immediately a little embarrassed, and with an embarrassed smile, he withdrew his gaze.

"Isn't this kind of occasion where I look at you and you look at me? Is it true that you come to enjoy the flowers?" Su Yun said: "But we are not lovable, if I were a girl, I would be able to enter today. There is only one person who has eyes."

"Who is it?" Rong Zhuo and the others asked in unison.

"Here." Su Yun raised his chin and pointed at Yu Jingdu who had just come in from outside the hall.

Rong Zhuo looked around and found that most of the people in the hall were staring at Yu Jingdu.

He thought to himself, why did he forget to ask Yu Jingdu to put away the peacock's tail last night?

Dressed so flamboyantly, those who didn't know thought he was here to open the screen!

There is nothing new about this flower viewing banquet. After seeing the flowers, it is inevitable to have something elegant.

The old man asked the question and asked the young people present to sing and compose poems.