After being tortured and died tragically, her legitimate daughter came back strong

Cao Baozhu covered her eyes with a black cloth, ready to play the drum at any time.

The Queen Mother asked Princess Lingrou to sit next to Rong Muhan.

Princess Lingrou had no choice but to sit down according to the Queen Mother's wishes.

The Queen Mother glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "Let's start with Han'er."

The palace maid placed a peony in Rong Muhan's hand.

Cao Baozhu's drum beat.

Rong Muhan passed on the peony in his hand.

When the peonies reached seven or eight people, the drumbeat stopped.

The palace maid took out the cards for piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting and asked Zhao Meng'er to choose a topic.

Zhao Meng'er took one look and chose the brand of book.

Looking at the peonies in her hands, Zhao Meng'er said:

"Since you are showing off your ugliness, I will compose a poem with peonies."

After saying that, Zhao Meng'er glanced at Rong Muhan.

Rong Muhan didn't look at Zhao Menger.

Zhao Meng'er started to recite poems with some disappointment:

"The green color is leisurely and quiet, the red clothes are light and deep, the flowers are sad and want to die, but the spring scenery does not know the heart."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone praised Zhao Meng'er for her literary talent.

When Jiang Wanwan heard this poem, she felt a little familiar.

She had read this poem in an idle book, and it was not written by Zhao Menger.

But she had no interest in revealing it.

The drum beat started again, and the peony flower fell into Jiang Wanwan's hand.

Before Jiang Wanwan could send the peonies away, the drumbeat stopped at this moment.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Wanwan.

The palace maid walked towards Jiang Wanwan holding the sign.

Cao Baozhu said at this time: "Miss Jiang grew up in the countryside. These questions may be a bit difficult for her. Let's change them to simpler questions."

Rong Xi glanced at Cao Baozhu coldly.

Zhao Meng'er also disliked Jiang Wanwan, and she echoed:

"Sister Cao, I heard that in addition to her medical skills, Jiang Wanwan is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Cao Baozhu followed Zhao Meng'er's words and said, "Oh, that's because I'm worrying too much."

Jiang Wanwan stood up expressionlessly:

"My little girl grew up in the countryside. Naturally, she can't compare to other girls in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She only knows a little bit about it."

Zhao Meng'er said with a smile, "I wonder what talent Miss Jiang wants to perform?"

Jiang Wanwan said loudly: "I choose the painting."

Cao Baozhu's expression changed slightly. She knew that Jiang Wanwan was very good at painting.

She smiled and said: "Miss Jiang, painting takes too long, why not change your talent?"

Jiang Wanwan curled her lips and said confidently:

"No, a cup of tea is enough time."

Everyone snickered when they heard her words.

How can you create a good painting in a cup of tea?

The Queen Mother also looked at Jiang Wanwan with a smile, but did not speak.

Jiang Wanwan glanced at everyone: "Miss Zhao, the most important things in painting are ink and brushes. Can you please help me?"

Zhao Meng'er raised her eyebrows, Jiang Wanwan actually ordered her around without any shame.

Just as he was about to refuse, Rong Muhan glanced over.

Zhao Meng'er changed her mind.

Later, when Jiang Wanwan was painting, she made trouble for Jiang Wanwan and made him look embarrassed.

Zhao Meng'er stood up and agreed to Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan had someone prepare a large piece of drawing paper and spread it on the ground.

Zhao Meng'er looked at it and sneered in her heart.

Trying to paint such a large painting in just one cup of tea is simply a dream.

Jiang Wanwan stared at Zhao Meng'er who was studying ink, with a smile on her lips.

Rong Xi frowned, Zhao Meng'er was going to be in trouble.

As Rong Xi expected, after Zhao Meng'er finished polishing the ink, Jiang Wanwan looked at Zhao Meng'er and smiled.

He grabbed Zhao Meng'er's hair and covered all the ends of her hair with ink.