The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 188
So one can imagine the level of her calligraphy...

"However, Miss Jinyuan will manage the harem in the future, and she still needs to write some instructions occasionally..."

Moran added another sentence, pointing at the guqin in front of him and laughing: "This guqin is a relic left by the queens of the past. Every time there is a ceremony, the queen will play a piece of the piano to show the country's prosperity..."

Jin Yuan really wanted to cry up to the sky!
What kind of rules are these!

"Miss Jin Yuan, please..."

Moran ordered the maid to spread out the rice paper and grind the ink, just waiting for Jin Yuan to write.

Holding the brush, Jin Yuan stared at the rice paper in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to write.

Seeing this, Mo Lan reminded with a smile: "Miss Jin Yuan might as well write two short poems..."

write poetry?

Write what?

Jin Yuan thought for a moment, then simply wrote a doggerel.

Spring is not a day for reading, and summer is so hot that it is good to sleep.

There are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter, so pack up your books for the new year.

Although the poem is good, it's a pity that her handwriting is crooked.

It took Moran a long time to understand, and the smile froze on his face.

This handwriting is really not flattering!
"Miss Jin Yuan, have you ever practiced painting and calligraphy?"

Jin Yuan chuckled, but didn't put down the brush: "I've practiced, but the teacher ran away..."

Mo Lan's face twitched, but he couldn't criticize face to face, so he could only sneer and said: "Then Miss Jinyuan might as well draw a picture for the slaves to see..."

"Okay, look at me!"

Jin Yuan fully agreed, and started to draw with the pen.

What I drew that day was not landscapes, let alone portraits of people, but graffiti!

After brushing a few strokes, Jin Yuan put down the pen before Moran could see clearly what was drawn on the paper: "It's finished!"

Moran looked at the painting carefully, only recognized an ingot in the middle, and asked hesitantly: "I wonder if Miss Jin Yuan painted..."

"The God of Wealth!"

Jin Yuan pointed to the person in the painting and explained with a smile: "Look at this person, and the big ingot in his hand, isn't he the God of Wealth?"

"Yes... is it?"

A layer of cold sweat began to form on Moran's forehead.

She did recognize Yuan Bao, but the person who couldn't see the eyes, nose and mouth in the painting...is the God of Wealth?
(End of this chapter)