The young boy walked towards Mr. Zhushu, looking at the poems with the patterns on Mr. Zhushu's cuffs, and couldn't guess the poems with the full sleeves, and unfortunately walked towards Mr. Lanqi.
Although the young man had not broken the end of the game, he had a slanted idea and asked Mr. Lanqi to nod.
Mr. Meiqin's trad is an ancient xylophone. It is said that only real masters can pluck the strings.
However, the king's Shangdao, Ye Xuanji and even the young man in front of him could not pluck the strings.
The young man bowed to the four gentlemen again and returned to his original position.
Lin Heshan: "Beizhou, Wang Qinghong."
At this moment, the only ones who had not yet passed the eyes of the four gentlemen were Wang Qinghong and Ye Qingge.
Wang Qinghong walked towards Mr. Juhua, and after saluting, he took a pen to draw the ancient mansion. The plaque of the mansion was the character "Wang".
Wang Qinghong said: "I am the young master of the royal palace. The way I do is the great way of aristocratic families. I will devote my life to the royal family. May my royal palace last forever."
Wang Qinghong spoke loudly, with a sharp aura, his back was straight like a green pine, his face was serious, upright and serious.
Mr. Juhua nodded slightly, and the other three gentlemen couldn't help but look at Wang Qinghong.
"Three Thousand Great Ways, you have found the way in your heart. It's very good. You are worthy of being the first in the cultivation list."
Mr. Juhua praised him. After Wang Qinghong thanked him, he walked to Zhushu.
Wang Qinghong answered a few poems confidently and proudly, but they didn't meet them. Seeing that time had come, Wang Qinghong walked to the endgame, curled his lips and smiled, held a chess piece in his hand, and made a move, and it turned out to be broken.
Mr. Lanqi's tense expression finally relaxed and she smiled.
"It's a talent." Mr. Lanqi praised without hesitation.
"Sir, I am so lucky." Although Wang Qinghong answered like this, he was full of spring breeze and contentment. He couldn't help but glance at Qingge from the corner of his eyes, hiding ridicule and ridicule.
Wang Qinghong walked to Mr. Meiqin, took the ancient xylophone handed over by Mr. Meiqin, and tried to pluck the strings.
bite!
A sound like a sound of nature sounded, and the audience was boiling.
Wang Qinghong actually moved the ancient xylophone?
However, that's all. Wang Qinghong only plucked a string and made a sound.
Mr. Mei Qin had a expressionless face, but a slight sensation in her eyes, "It's indeed a good seedling."
"Sir, I'm too proud." Wang Qinghong was very happy. The four gentlemen have been appreciated and favored by three. It can be seen that the only one of them is the only one who stands out in the battle between literature and Mo.
Wang Qinghong walked back to his original position with pride and missed Qingge. When he stopped, he mocked him with the audible sound of the two: "If I were you, I would not have been able to go over and make a fool of myself, and I would not have become a fool.
The laughing stock of the world. Wild girls are wild girls, and they are hard to enter the elegant hall. The dispute between literature and the works will make you discover the gap between us.”
"If the prince said enough, then get out early." Qingge said coldly.
Wang Qinghong pointed at Qingge angrily, "You..."
"Dongzhou, Ye Qingge!" Lin Heshan's words interrupted Wang Qinghong's next actions and words. Wang Qinghong stared at Qingge fiercely and sneered: "Young girl, she should see the world and discover herself.
I know what shame is for my shortcomings!”
Wang Qinghong walked beside Wang Shangdao with a swaying folding fan, and Wang Shangdao took the ink-splashing folding fan to remove the heat. "Brother, why do you have to be as familiar with the girl from the mountain village who has never seen the world?"
Wang Qinghong sneered, glanced at Qingge sideways, and said nothing.
Wang Shangdao almost took two nostrils to Qingge, but the two brothers of the Wang family shared the same hatred and united in the foreign countries.
When Qingge heard this, his expression was as calm as the beginning, without ripples, and he slowly walked towards the four gentlemen.
Countless people looked at the woman in red on the altar.
She walked very slowly, so slowly that everyone discovered the problem with her right knee.
He limped, but walked out of the ultimate elegance and bone-like elegance.
Especially the narrow eyebrows and eyes, they were extremely lazy, like a fox who was just sleeping, without losing their nobleness.
Everyone is looking forward to her performance.
How contemptuous and vulgar are the four-star girls and the emperors of the barbarian land of Dongzhou?
He sang lightly and bowed to Mr. Juhua, stopped in front of the hanging rice paper, held his pen and pondered, and did not rush to finish his writing.
road……
What is Tao?
The great way is three thousand, what is the way she is doing?
After pondering for a long time, I sing and wrote.
Qingge wanted to do something hastily, but found that when she picked up the pen and looked at the blank rice paper, she naturally felt a familiar feeling.
Qingge painted this painting for half an hour. After stopping, everyone looked at the paintings on the rice paper and gasped.
There was an uproar everywhere.
In this painting, there is a Bodhi tree. Bodhi Patriarch is leaning against the tree. It is surrounded by an ancient battlefield, with countless soldiers and blood stained with frost.
If you look closely, you will find the magic of this painting. The content of the painting seems to change with the change of mood. Everyone sees different paintings. Every moment, due to the different moods, the paintings you see are also
different.
Only the Bodhi tree and the Bodhi Patriarch who always smiled.
Mr. Juhua's face turned red with excitement, and his hands trembled, looked at Qingge in surprise and asked, "What kind of painting is this?"
Qingge blurted out: "Picture of Bodhi sentient beings."
"The map of sentient beings... What a map of sentient beings... Bodhi is the mind, and all sentient beings are like stars changing endlessly. Even I can't do such painting skills." Mr. Juhua said in a hurry and exclaimed.
Qingge looked at the Bodhi sentient beings in a daze. When she thought of such a painting in her mind, she had no foundation in painting and actually drew it.
This feeling was like the last time she played the piano.
At this point, Qingge knew it.
Feng Qi is a real versatile talent, and he is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Qingge raised her eyebrows. Is this considered... cheating?
"Little girl, I am protecting you, don't be afraid. Even though I am cheating, I am afraid who dares not accept it?" Feng Qi groaned and said proudly, with a complete look of protection, which made Qingge laugh and cry.
Qingge is helpless, but Zunhou is cute.
"You are cute, your whole family is cute." Feng Qi shrugged.
Qingge: "..." She had seen such a arrogant tone in the little fox.
"Sir, the award is too much."
After Qingge said lightly, he walked to Mr. Zhushu.
Mr. Siya, the words inside Mr. Zhushu's cuffs were not guessed by anyone.
Mr. Zhushu has a sense of arrogance, and he looks disdain in his eyes when he looks at anyone.
It is understandable that Mr. Zhushu’s poems are not guessed.
From ancient times to the present, there have been thousands of poems and Mr. Zhushu has a strange temperament. Who knows what kind of poems are embroidered on the inside of the cuffs?
"Everything is inferior to reading..."
Qingge whispered in a low voice, lyrics embroidered with gold thread on the front of Mr. Zhushu's cuffs, touched his chin, thinking about something. (To be continued)