allonlinenovel Chapter 557 My name is Xiaoyan
Chapter 557 My name is Xiaoyan
Yan Qing stepped forward, took away the paperweight while Fang Bingwen was not paying attention, and quickly pulled the painting off the table.
When Fang Bingwen and the servant serving the pens and ink reacted, Yan Qing was already a few steps away from them.
"You! Whose maid are you from? How dare you be so presumptuous!"
Fang Bingwen glared at Yan Qing angrily, and the servant beside him was about to come over and snatch the painting from Yan Qing's hand.
Yan Qing raised her hand to stop him, pinching her throat and saying, "Master Fang, you painted my princess without permission! Did our prince agree?"
Fang Bingwen already had some other thoughts in his mind, but because of Su Lingyue's identity, he deliberately used flower branches to cover the face of the woman in the painting. Unexpectedly, the maid next to Prince Su saw it.
His face flushed instantly, and he nervously defended himself, "Don't, don't talk nonsense. The person in the painting is just a random drawing of me, not the princess! Return the painting to me now!"
As he said this, he was about to come over and snatch the painting.
Seeing this, Yan Qing wanted to throw the painting directly into the river, but then he remembered that Su Lingyue was painted on it, and the painting was really well done. If he gave it to the prince, the prince would definitely be happy.
He quickly folded the painting and stuffed it into his arms in front of Fang Bingwen. Then he put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest as he walked towards Fang Bingwen, with a smug smile on his face.
"Come on! Do you dare to rob me?"
Yan Qing pinched her throat, put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, looking at Fang Bingwen proudly, like a common woman.
Fang Bingwen froze instantly, his hand inches away from Yan Qing's chest.
"you!"
"You! You are shameless!"
Fang Bingwen cursed angrily, moved his fingers, and finally retracted his hand.
Yan Qing shook his head proudly, looking like a winner.
"Master Fang, I advise you not to think about things you shouldn't think about. Otherwise, if this matter comes to Master Fang, you will be in big trouble!"
Fang Bingwen, who was full of anger just now, immediately came to his senses and his eyes became clear when he heard Yan Qing mention his father.
He recalled how he followed his cronies to Qingfeng Pavilion and was nearly involved in a murder case. His father made him kneel in the ancestral hall for a month and he could only have a bowl of porridge for each meal. He couldn't help but shudder when he thought about it now.
"I, I know! Please don't tell my dad!" Fang Bingwen looked at Yan Qing with clear and innocent eyes, "I won't draw it!"
"That's more like it!" Yan Qing smiled with curved eyebrows.
Fang Bingwen leaned sideways, looking at Yan Qing warily, and spoke hesitantly, "But we're going to participate in a poetry and painting competition, and the princess wants the prize for third place..."
Yan Qing walked slowly to the table, raised her face, and looked proud.
"Watch out! You only get one chance!"
After saying that, he spread out the paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and quickly drew on the paper.
It was clearly the same scenery, but the peach blossoms painted by Yan Qing were particularly natural and clear, with the same petals flying around. Fang Bingwen saw the shape of the wind through the petals.
On the outstretched peach blossom branch, there was no swing this time, but two colorful finches. The female bird perched on the tree, looking at the male bird, who sang and danced around her.
This pair of birds perfectly fits the purpose of this flower viewing banquet.
Fang Bingwen watched in fascination.
Yan Qing's paintings are full of vitality, as if the birds in the paintings will fly out, the petals will float out, and the stream will flow out in the next moment.
"It's so beautiful!" Fang Bingwen couldn't help but exclaim.
It turns out that a skilled painter can make the painting breathtakingly beautiful without including beautiful women in it.
In comparison, his painting skills are really shallow.
He painted the same scenery in completely different ways.
Fang Bingwen looked at Yan Qing's fair skin, her bright eyes, and her meticulous painting skills, and couldn't help but blush. "What's your name, young lady?"
"I..." Yan Qing was so focused on painting that he almost forgot to control his voice.
After coughing lightly, Yan Qing lowered her voice and said gently, "My name is Xiaoyan."
Fang Bingwen bowed solemnly to Yan Qing and said, "I really admire Miss Yan's painting skills. I wonder who her teacher is?"
Yan Qing's hands kept moving as he whispered, "I learned from my prince."
He was not lying. For the past seven years, Xiao Yu had been unable to travel far due to illness and had to be trapped in the mansion.
At this time, Yan Qing had reached the age to learn talents, so Xiao Yu taught him everything he had learned. Yan Qing was very talented and learned quickly.
Fang Bingwen looked at Yan Qing who was painting seriously, and his eyes gradually darkened.
Which master would teach a maid to paint?
Unless, she is the prince's concubine.
Fang Bingwen's eyes gradually turned red, and he felt aggrieved for Yan Qing.
A good girl like Xiaoyan, with her painting skills, could have been the wife or the mistress of the house, but she could only be a concubine with no status in Prince Su's mansion.
As he thought about it, Fang Bingwen felt aggrieved for Xiaoyan, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously.
After Yan Qing finished the painting, he was about to show it off to Fang Bingwen when he saw Fang Bingwen staring at him in a trance, his eyes full of tears.
At this moment, Fang Bingwen's servant also noticed it. He panicked and asked hurriedly, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Under the servant's gaze, Fang Bingwen slowly walked towards Yan Qing. In his confusion, Fang Bingwen took the pen from Yan Qing's hand and put it down. Then he grasped Yan Qing's hand, looked at her, and said with deep affection: "Little Miss Yan, please leave Prince Su's Mansion!"
Yan Qing was confused. When he realized that his hand was still in Fang Bingwen's palm, he immediately took three steps away and felt a chill in his heart.
"Mr. Fang, what's wrong with you?" He pointed at his head and asked Fang Bingwen.
Fang Bingwen stepped forward and spoke sincerely, "Miss Xiaoyan, if you leave the palace, I will marry you. You don't have to be Prince Su's concubine anymore."
Yan Qing rolled his eyes speechlessly at Fang Bingwen, took two steps forward, and punched Fang Bingwen directly in the stomach.
Fang Bingwen groaned and fell down, holding his stomach.
"Master Fang, I'm just a maid, not the prince's maid or concubine. Our prince only has the princess in his eyes and heart. Remember that!"
After saying this, Yan Qing didn't even look at Fang Bingwen again, and explained to the servant who was still in shock and had no time to help Fang Bingwen.
"This painting is today's work. When your son wakes up and his mind is back to normal, you can write a poem on it."
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As it was almost noon, lunch was already being delivered to the peach blossom forest.
Yan Qing squatted on a rockery not far from the peach blossom forest, waiting for Xiao Changshi.
In a short while, Yan Qing saw Xiao Changshi and two young masters from aristocratic families walking towards this side.
Yan Qing looked at the inkstone in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
With a raise of his hand, the ink in the inkstone spilled out directly, and Xiao Changshi's moon-white robe was instantly dotted with ink.
"Who is so presumptuous!"
One of them shouted loudly.
I looked around and there was no one around.
After Yan Qing sprinkled the ink, he left quietly from the other side of the rockery, and the inkstone he picked up from the garden sank into the pond.
Looking at the ink marks on his body, Xiao Changshi's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.