Lan'er stood up and took a step forward when suddenly she felt dizzy: "Mr. Duan, Lan'er is not feeling well. He will not participate in the next two games..."
Duan Ruming thought, if you don't want to participate, why call me... He smiled and nodded, helping Lan'er sit aside. Duan Ruming watched Nianqing and Ling Wudi walk to their respective calligraphy treasures.
You can write whatever you want, you can fill it in if you like, or you can write a small poem or a few words if you don’t want to. The main thing is your calligraphy skills.
Ling Wudi took a look at the pen and wrote a small poem on the paper with a serious look on his face. With a serious face and clear eyes, Ling Wudi suddenly put down the brush in his hand.
"Wudi, who are you?" Ling Wuwei ran over first.
"I lost this game. I haven't practiced calligraphy much, ha!" Ling Wudi said clearly.
Yes, she still couldn't help it. She didn't want to hurt the same woman as Wuyuan. When she and Wuyuan were covered in mud and blood in the jungle, Wuyuan pulled her out of the swamp. When she came out, Wuyuan's waist was covered with blood.
Her flesh and blood were bruised by the thorns, but she was still smiling to herself...
This face reminded Wuwei too much. She thought she could bury the sisterhood deep in her heart when she came to this dimension. But it turned out that when she saw such a familiar face, she would still feel soft.
…
Nianqing glanced at Ling Wudi, finished writing the words in his hand, and handed them to Duan Ruming for everyone to see. The font was small and beautiful, but it exuded a strong and upright air, which made people feel extremely comfortable after reading it.
"Miss Nianqing wins this round!" Duan Ruming announced.
Nianqing walked to Wudi with a smile and said: "Sister Wudi, you don't have to give in like this. Nianqing is so embarrassed. Don't give in in the last round!" After saying that, he touched Ling Wudi's hair with his hand...
Ling Wudi felt sour in his heart, and said coldly: "I didn't let you, I never like to give in!"
Nianqing smiled, walked to Yunxiang, took a sip of tea, and took a short rest.
"In the last round, painting, should we each paint, or should we specify what to paint?" Duan Ruming asked. Although he asked around the people sitting there, his eyes were still looking at Leng Yuxi.
"Draw me~" A charming voice came out, the door of Mei Pavilion opened, and a woman or man wearing a bright red floor-length robe entered Mei Pavilion.
"Who are you?" Duan Ruming was instantly struck by the appearance of the person in front of him and asked mechanically.
The visitor covered his face with a smile and said in a charming voice: "I'm the boss of Thyme, Wuhan...that's so polite!" The flow of the voice was no worse than the piano music played by Ling Wudi.
Everyone present, except Beitang and Ling Wudi, were all attracted by such a charming person with thin lips, thin eyebrows, and skin as white as snow... Not to mention his appearance, it was the temperament exuding from his body that set these men apart.
god.
"Masters, can you please?" Looking at the room full of people who were stunned on the spot, the corners of Wuhan's mouth rose even more.
At this question, Duan Ruming quickly looked at Leng Yuxi. Leng Yuxi nodded slightly. Duan Ruming immediately asked Yunxiang again. Yunxiang looked at Nianqing and said it was okay.
Ling Wudi was also shocked by Wuhan's appearance. To be honest, is this man or a woman? The robe with a big V-neck, the shoulders are all exposed, and the beautiful collarbones, but you can't see it underneath, which seems to be there but not there.
, I really can’t tell the difference between men and women.
Wuhan directly asked the waiter to bring over a white goose-feather lounge chair. He lay on it and held his hair with one hand. His long hair was scattered all over the bed. His robe was also red and tight. If anyone looked at it more, he might start bleeding from the nose.
If Ling Wudi hadn't had an impromptu competition with this thing today, he would have really doubted whether Wuhan had known about the competition for a long time, so he created such an eye-catching recliner and those clothes...
After thinking about it, Ling Wudi started painting seriously. She directly used the sketching and meticulous painting learned in the 21st century. This kind of painting is not like Han's "Let's think it is a beautiful woman, which is the most suitable."
Time passed slowly, and Wuhan remained completely motionless. Ling Wudi really doubted whether he was a professional painting model from the 21st century?
Two hours passed, Nianqing finished it first, and the painting of Wuhan was lifelike. But Nianqing only took one look at Wuhan's unfinished painting and knew that he had lost.