It was getting closer and noon, and more and more people were gathering in front of the special stalls. Jiang Wanqing followed the last wave of girls participating in the competition and was as elegant as a banquet.

The moment she raised her shallow eyes, she faced with a pair of contemptuous eyes, and Jiang Wanqing's mouth slightly held the corners of her mouth and painted ink with her pen, as if she had never seen her.

Seeing that she was nakedly ignored, Lu Zhi was unhappy in her heart, but then she thought about it.

She should not be as knowledgeable as Jiang Wanqing, anyway, she will be the leader in the end. When she looks up to her, she will humiliate her well.

Lu Zhi pulled the handkerchief in her arms with her sharp fingertips, and proudly glanced over the corners of her mouth. She even felt that they were not the same. Anyway, she wasted her time when she met Senior Brother Chuan as her foil.

Her gaze inadvertently looked at the pavilion not far away, which was covered by hazy fog. Recalling the last time that Senior Brother Chuan was also polite to her, she was excited and expectant, and a hint of resentment appeared in her eyes.

Of course, Lu Zhi never thought deeply about the real purpose of Su Yaochuan's painting appreciation meeting. He thought that he was the leader and could infinitely get closer to him, but he did not know the difference in their identities.

What reason does the personal disciple have to treat a girl with a special attitude towards her?

In the misty mist, Su Yaochuan's eyes were also looking at this side, but not at her, but he found a special name from the candidates participating in the competition - Jiang Wanqing.

This person is the younger sister of the junior sister he admires.

Because of this relationship, Su Yaochuan looked forward to Jiang Wanqing's final results.

The battle has begun at this moment. Jiang Wanqing's heart is very quiet. She gently holds the pen and makes a little bit of ink, and she is not anxious at all while thinking.

The flowers painted by Lu Zhi are lotus from the water and lotus from the dye.

There are many flowers that can overcome the green lotus, including the proud cold plum on the left, the frost and snow on the right, the gentleman's orchid on the right, which is elegant and refined, as delicate as camellia fairy like a delicate flower, etc.

I heard that she was already arrogant and had a plan from the beginning.

Jiang Wanqing's lips raised slightly, and Yingying's smile contained absolute confidence.

The only king of flowers is peony, which is beautiful and beautiful, and is overwhelming with all the flowers. I don’t know whether my ice peony is drunk on the moon or not, Lu Zhi, can you hold on?

The lifelike dream is like a dream, and the wonderful brush is like a flower in the mirror. Before Jiang Wanqing's painting was closed, a butterfly circling around her, but it does not fall, as if she knew that the dream flower was not finished.

Countless people's eyes were now frozen at the location where Jiang Wanqing was, either amazed or discussed, but no matter how, everyone's eyes were more or less respectful, including Jian Yuan, who had always mocked and looked down upon her from the beginning.

Jian Yuan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After carefully confirming again, he only felt his face burning. Not only did he not see the good show, but he was taught a lesson for no reason. The more he thought about it, the more shameful Jian Yuan left in extreme discomfort.

Lu Zhi is located opposite Jiang Wanqing, so she can't see her paintings. She doesn't care about their actions and is extremely disdainful. She just thinks they are rare and weird.

Just how could Jiang Wanqing's "ugly" painting compare with her lotus from the water? It's impossible.

Lu Zhi was very confident that the paintings he selected were not exhibited until the final selection, and the best batches were all sent to the pavilion where Mr. Qingshuang was located.

She finally wants to meet Senior Brother Chuan again.

Lu Zhi was very excited and became more excited as she thought about it.

She waited and waited, and finally waited for a man in a moon-white Taoist robe to come in the mist. His handsome and handsome face was a gentle and gentle smile as if he was coming straight towards her.

Her face was excited and uneasy, accompanied by a shy obsession blush, as the man she liked was getting closer and closer to her, one step, two steps, three steps...
Chapter completed!