The three competitions, except for playing chess with Su Wan, Feng Qingchen did not do anything normal. Mr. Yuanxi really wanted to open Feng Qingchen's brain and see what exactly was in her mind.

"Mr. Yuanxi is right, Qingchen is indeed planning to write the words on the rice grains." Feng Qingchen continued.

"How is it possible? You can write on the rice grains." Not only did Mr. Yuanxi not believe it, but others also looked unbelievable. Only the Ninth Emperor's expression remained unchanged. He finally understood why Feng Qingchen was not responsible for the competition with Su Wan at all. It turned out that she had a solution...

Feng Qingchen's countermeasures are the same as her way of playing chess, which are strange and unpredictable, and they dare not think about it.

"What's the point? Mr. Yuanxi, don't underestimate these rice grains. Although the rice grains are small, they have a great effect." Feng Qingchen took out a grain of rice and pinched them in his hand: "Mr. Yuanxi doesn't believe it, can I write on the rice grains?"

Do you believe this or not?

Mr. Yuanxi was confused. This question seemed to be difficult to answer. He would definitely not believe it, but judging from Feng Qingchen's appearance, he was sure to be sure. Now he said he didn't believe it. If Feng Qingchen really wrote the words on Mili, where would he put his face?

When he said that he believed, he seemed to be biased towards Feng Qingchen. He is now a judge and judge, so he should be fair.

Feng Qingchen didn't wait for Mr. Yuanxi's answer and said to himself: "Su Xiu can write on silk, and Qingchen can also write on rice grains. There is no regulation in the calligraphy competition, so you must write on paper with a pen."

Feng Qingchen is taking advantage of loopholes. Any rule has loopholes. Not to mention such temporary competitions, even national laws have loopholes.

"There is indeed no such regulation." Old Yan nodded, as if he agreed to Feng Qingchen's writing on the rice.

Su Wan frowned. If it were the past, she would definitely think that Feng Qingchen was sensationalism. However, after Wuxianqin and yesterday's chess, Su Wan knew that Feng Qingchen was very cunning, but she could not refute Feng Qingchen's words.

"Fengxiu, do you really want to write on rice grains? You have hundreds of rice there, but you won't just write one word on a grain of rice, right?" Su Wan looked kind, but she couldn't hide her bad intention of digging a hole to make Feng Qingchen jump.

Those who are sitting are not stupid people, so how can you not understand? Before Feng Qingchen could speak, Mr. Yuanxi continued: "Su Xiu, this is not something you need to worry about. The judgment is determined by the seven of us. You just need to write your own words."

As soon as Yuan Xi finished his words, he felt a cold air coming. Looking at him sideways, he was just in surprise and just met the Nine Emperor Uncle. Nine Emperor Uncle warned Mr. Yuan Xi with his eyes that he didn't need to worry about Feng Qingchen's affairs.

Mr. Yuanxi raised his forehead and was about to throw his provocative look over. Uncle Nine Emperor's warning instantly turned into murderous intent. Mr. Yuanxi tightened his body and then opened his eyes as if nothing had happened, as if I didn't want to care about you.

Humph... The Nine Emperor snorted coldly, and he was too lazy to even look at Mr. Yuanxi.

Dead boy, what are you trying to do?

Mr. Yuanxi did not show his face, but he cursed the Nine Emperor from beginning to end in his heart. In the end, he attributed his aura to his bloodline as a descendant of the Lan family, a natural royal family.

The two men are more than 10 years apart, but they have a dispute over a woman. The most important thing is that they don’t hide it. They are jealous in front of so many people. It’s really... they have the best share.

However, everyone was happy to watch the show. Feng Qingchen and Su Wan's competition was indeed very interesting, and the additional show was also very loving.

Everyone still doesn't know who wins and loses between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan, but the competition between Nine Emperor and Mr. Yuan Xi was a result. Although it looked like a draw, everyone knows that Nine Emperor's Uncle was slightly better.

Su Wan's eyes when she looked at Feng Qingchen also turned from contempt to envy.

If she could make the Nine Emperor Uncle and Mr. Yuan Xi jealous of her, Feng Qingchen was still honored even if she was defeated. If she could, she would rather exchange her identity with Feng Qingchen. Even if she lost, she would be satisfied. Unfortunately... she could only be Su Wan.

After being happy and lost, Su Wan's emotions calmed down. She no longer cared about Feng Qingchen and focused on grinding the ink. She had already thought about what to write.

Feng Qingchen didn't mean to answer Su Wan, what to answer? As Mr. Yuanxi said, there were only seven judges who were qualified to evaluate the quality and inferiority. Su Wan was a contestant like her and was not qualified to question her at all.

Su Wan asked the maid to remove the chair, close her eyes, inhale, exhale, open her eyes again, and she will be clear. Su Wan lifted the pen, dipped ink, and put the pen...

Feng Qingchen sat on a chair, picked out the two fullest pieces from a handful of rice, pinched them in his hand, took out the "fine pen" beside him, and almost lay on the rice. When he wrote it on the brushed rice, he looked like that.

It is said that it is writing, but in fact, the real master of engraving on rice can carve hundreds or thousands of words on a grain of rice. Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen can't do it. Besides, if there are too many words, these people can't see clearly.

This time, everyone stared at her eyes and couldn't see what Feng Qingchen had written, so they had to go and see what Su Wan wrote.

"Tranquility and far-reaching"

Su Wan wrote these four words on the left. As for the right side, everyone knew without guessing it, it must be "indifferent and clear-minded."

These eight words are obviously to please judges, Mr. Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi, and three calligraphers in Jixia Academy claiming to be gentlemen, and these eight words are the ones who win the favor of the son of the king.

As for the Nine Emperor Uncle and Prince Lei, the Nine Emperor Uncle could not please him, and Prince Lei did not need to please him. As long as Su Wan was recognized by the three calligraphy masters of Jixia Academy, she would win.

"The horizontal is light and the vertical is heavy, the brushwork is strong, round and thick, and the momentum is solemn and majestic. This hand Yan style can be compared with the calligraphy masters of the times. Su Wanxiu can write about Yan style with dignity, beauty and masculineness at a young age, and is worthy of being the daughter of the Su family in Nanling."

"The rules are severe, the momentum is magnificent, and it is not bad." The three calligraphers in Jixia Academy also showed a satisfied look, as for Feng Qingchen...

Sorry, except for the Nine Emperor Uncle's eyes that were still on her, the eyes of others fell on Su Wan. There was no way, Feng Qingchen really had no highlights, and most of the time, few people believed that Feng Qingchen could write any beautiful fonts on the rice, and at most he could just write the word "one".

"Transatisfaction and far-reachingness, and indifferent to one's ambition."

After a stick of incense, Su Wan finished her pen and waited until her handwriting was dry, she could present it to the seven judges.

Su Wan was fine, and everyone turned to Feng Qingchen again. Feng Qingchen put down the rice grains in his hand, took out another one, and continued to work hard. Although he was rigorous and focused and meticulous, he did not have the temperament of a calligrapher. Everyone looked at them, then took back their eyes bored, and sat there waiting, waiting...

Finally, Su Wan's calligraphy was dry and someone could send it to the seven judges to read. At the same time, Feng Qingchen finished writing and took out a small wooden tray from his sleeve.

When the small tray was taken out, everyone felt a flash of light before their eyes. When everyone saw the small tray, they actually had a piece of transparent crystal polished into a flat surface on the palm-sized tray.

Feng Qingchen placed the two grains of rice with the words under the transparent crystal and signaled the child behind him to deliver it.

The little boy stepped forward and saw the rice grains on the tray, his eyes shining, looking in disbelief. It was not until Feng Qingchen reminded him that he came to his senses and carefully held the crystal tray, fearing that he would lose the two grains of rice.

Everyone didn't understand what kind of play Feng Qingchen sang, but after stretching his neck, he couldn't see any mystery on it. He could only suppress his temperament and wait for the judges to watch it first.

When Feng Qingchen took out the crystal tray, Su Wan felt uneasy. Looking up, she saw Feng Qingchen's expression as usual, just blinking.

Cough cough, I kept staring at Mi Li, her eyes were tired.

Needless to say, everyone saw Su Wan's word early, and they could afford one word. Except for the Nine Emperor Uncle, the other six nodded to express their satisfaction, but what they most looked forward to was Feng Qingchen's word "Rice" on it.

There was no way, Feng Qingchen successfully aroused their curiosity.

The little boy held the water-day tray and, under the expectation of the crowd, finally walked to the judges' table. However... looking at the seven pairs of "hot" eyes, the little boy didn't know who he wanted to put the crystal tray in front of him.

Uncle Jiuhuang coughed, and the little boy was so scared that he almost smashed the crystal tray in his hand. He took two steps at three steps and held the crystal tray in front of Uncle Jiuhuang. Uncle Jiuhuang nodded with satisfaction, while the other six people stared at the little boy fiercely. The little boy was so scared that he quickly stepped back.

Uncle Nine Emperor was still thinking about how to read the words on the rice grain, but when he lowered his head, he could see eight huge words.

"The soul is in Jiuzhou, who will love with?"

"What? Feng Qingchen really wrote the words on the rice grains, or eight words." Mr. Yuanxi exclaimed, and without waiting for the Nine Emperor Uncle to agree, he reached over Xiling Tianlei beside him and snatched them directly.

Uncle Nine Emperor wanted to stop it, but I thought that this Mi Li might not be able to withstand their pull. For Feng Qingchen's victory or defeat, Uncle Nine Emperor endured it.

"It's really a soul-based Jiuzhou. Who can share love with? It's so good and correct." As soon as Mr. Yuan Xi said this, everyone was not calm, and Su Wan jumped up directly.

How is it possible that Feng Qingchen actually wrote four words on a grain of rice, and everyone could see it.

"The soul is in Jiuzhou, who will love with?" After seeing these eight words, Xiling Tianlei couldn't help but look up at Feng Qingchen. Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen had no tacit understanding with him. Feng Qingchen was relieved of the fatigue in his eyes and had no time to care about what the judges said.

She has done everything she should do and can do. The crystal is the convex lens she polished according to the principle of the magnifying glass. It can be used as a magnifying glass. Of course, she is not afraid of not having a transparent crystal. She can just take a drop of water.

She left her best to do her best. The result is not something she can control. She is useless to be nervous. The rest can only be left to the person who can decide the outcome. She only hopes that the Nine Emperors can be strong enough...

Let me tell you: 431 is to replace yesterday's bug, so today I will only update these two times.
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