The young boy walked towards Mr. Zhushu and looked at the poems on Mr. Zhushu's sleeves. He couldn't guess the poems on the sleeves, so he regretfully walked towards Mr. Lanqi.
Although the young boy had not solved the problem, he still had eccentric ideas, which made Mr. Lan Qi nod his head repeatedly.
Mr. Mei Qin's instrument is an ancient xylophone. It is said that only a true master can play the strings.
However, the king said, Ye Xuanji and even the young boy in front of her could not pluck the strings.
The young boy bowed to the four gentlemen again and returned to his original position.
Lin Heshan: "Beizhou, Wang Qinghong."
At this moment, among the pilgrims on the altar, the only ones who have not passed the eyes of the four gentlemen are Wang Qinghong and Ye Qingge.
Wang Qinghong walked towards Mr. Chrysanthemum Painting, saluted and drew a picture of the ancient mansion. The plaque on the mansion had the word "王" on it.
Wang Qinghong said: "I am the young master of the palace, and the path I follow is the road of the family. I will devote my whole life to the family of the palace. I hope that my palace will prosper forever."
Wang Qinghong raised his voice loudly and fiercely, his back was as straight as a green pine, his face was unsmiling, upright and serious.
Mr. Ju Hua nodded slightly, and the other three gentlemen couldn't help but look sideways at Wang Qinghong.
"Three thousand avenues, you have found the way in your heart. It is very good. You are worthy of being the first person in the cultivation list."
Mr. Ju Hua praised him. After Wang Qinghong thanked him, he walked to the bamboo book.
Wang Qinghong confidently answered a few lines of poetry, but none of them were correct. Seeing that the time was up, Wang Qinghong walked to the end game as a last resort, curled his lips with a smile, held the chess pieces in his hand, and moved the pieces to create a wind, and actually broke the end game.
Mr. Lanqi's tense expression finally relaxed and he smiled.
"He is a talent." Mr. Lanqi praised him without hesitation.
"Sir, you are so flattering, Qinghong is lucky." Although Wang Qinghong replied like this, his face was full of joy and contentment, and he couldn't help but glance at Qing Ge from the corner of his eye, hiding sarcasm and ridicule.
Wang Qinghong walked up to Mr. Mei Qin, took the ancient xylophone handed by Mr. Mei Qin, and tried to pluck the strings.
bite!
A voice like the sound of nature sounded, and the whole place was boiling.
Wang Qinghong actually played the ancient xylophone?
However, that was all. Wang Qinghong only plucked one string and produced a sound.
Mr. Meqin's face was expressionless, but there was a slight tremor in his eyes, "It is indeed a good seedling."
"Sir, thank you for the award." Wang Qinghong was very happy. Three of the four gentlemen had already been appreciated and favored. It can be seen that in the dispute between literary and ink, he is the only one who stands out.
Wang Qinghong walked back to his original position proudly, and when he passed by Qingge, he stopped and taunted them in an audible voice: "If I were you, I wouldn't go there and cause embarrassment, and I wouldn't be reduced to
The laughingstock of the world. A wild girl is a wild girl, and it is difficult for her to reach the realm of elegance. The dispute between literary and ink people will make you discover the gap between us."
"If Mr. Wang says enough is enough, then get out as soon as possible." Qing Ge said coldly.
Wang Qinghong pointed angrily and sang softly, "You..."
"Dongzhou, Ye Qingge!" Lin Heshan's words interrupted Wang Qinghong's next actions and words. Wang Qinghong glared at Qingge and sneered: "Young girl, you should see the world and find yourself
You know what it is to be ashamed of your shortcomings!”
Wang Qinghong walked struttingly and stopped beside Wang Shangdao. Wang Shangdao held up an elegant folding fan with splashes of ink and fanned Wang Qinghong away from the heat. "Brother, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as that village girl who has never seen the world?"
Wang Qinghong sneered, looked sideways and sang quietly, remaining silent.
Wang Shangdao almost pointed his nostrils at Qingge, but the two brothers of the Wang family shared the same hatred and hated the outside world.
Hearing the words, Qingge looked as calm as before, without any ripples, and walked slowly towards the four gentlemen.
Countless people looked at the woman in red on the altar.
She walked very slowly, so slowly that everyone noticed the problem with her right knee.
He limped along, but walked out with ultimate elegance and bone-deep elegance.
Especially the long and narrow eyebrows, which are extremely lazy, like a fox in a sleepy state, without losing the nobility.
Everyone is looking forward to her performance.
How despicable and vulgar is the mountain girl from Four Stars and the emperor of the barbarian land of Dongzhou?
Singing softly and saluting, he walked towards Mr. Juhua, stopped in front of the rice paper hanging vertically, and wrote in deep thought, without rushing to finish.
road……
What is Tao?
There are three thousand avenues, what is the path she follows?
After meditating for a long time, I sang softly and started writing.
Qingge wanted to get over it hastily, but she found that when she picked up the pen and looked at the blank rice paper, she suddenly felt a familiar feeling.
Qingge spent half an hour painting this painting. After he stopped writing, everyone looked at the painting on the rice paper and gasped.
There was an uproar everywhere.
In this painting, there is a Bodhi tree, with Patriarch Bodhi under the tree, and Patriarch Bodhi leaning against the tree. Surrounded by ancient battlefields, there are countless soldiers, stained with blood and frost.
If you look carefully, you will find the magic of this painting. The content of the painting seems to change with the change of mood. Everyone sees a different painting. Due to the different mood at each moment, the painting they see also changes.
different.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the Bodhi tree and the ever-smiling Bodhi ancestor.
Mr. Ju Hua's face turned red with excitement, he took the painting with trembling hands, looked at Qing Ge in surprise, and asked: "What kind of painting is this?"
Qingge blurted out: "The picture of Bodhi sentient beings."
"The picture of all living beings... is such a good picture of all living beings... Bodhi is the heart, and all living beings are like stars that change endlessly. Even I can't do this kind of painting." Mr. Ju Hua said in a hurry, exclaiming.
Qingge looked at the picture of Bodhi sentient beings in a daze. When she thought of such a picture in her mind, she actually drew it without any painting skills.
This feeling was just like the last time she played the piano.
At this point, Qingge is clear.
Fengqi is a true all-rounder, good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Qingge raised her eyebrows, was this considered... cheating?
"Little girl, I'm protecting you, don't be afraid. Even if you cheat, who dares to dissent?" Feng Qi snorted and said quite proudly. He looked so protective of his shortcomings that it made Qingge dumbfounded.
Qingge is helpless, but respecting the queen is cute.
"You are cute, your whole family is cute." Feng Qi shrugged.
Qingge: "..." She has seen such an arrogant tone from the little fox before.
"Thank you sir."
Qingge said calmly and walked to Mr. Zhushu.
Mr. Siya, only the words on the inside of Mr. Zhushu's sleeves were not guessed by anyone.
Mr. Zhushu has a certain arrogance, and looks at everyone with disdain in his eyes.
It is understandable that Mr. Zhushu's words are not guessed correctly.
There are countless poems from ancient times to the present, and Mr. Zhushu has an eccentric temperament. Who knows what kind of poems are embroidered on the inside of his sleeves.
"Everything is inferior, only reading is superior..."
Qingge whispered the poem embroidered with gold thread on the front of Mr. Zhushu's sleeves, and touched his chin, thoughtfully.