After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 80: The Autumn Banquet Map Is Destroyed
The school took a temporary break for two days for the Spring Festival banquet.

All the girls and teenagers surrounded the group to make the final touches and finishes on the paintings.

Lin Wanwan's group of paintings are ink and wash paintings. She followed Song Yao's advice and knew that she couldn't study charcoal paintings, so she didn't think about humiliating herself.

At this moment, holding a brush and dipping the paint that Song Yao prepared for them, he said: "This painting is almost finished, Yaoyao, can you and Linger paint the last part?"

Originally, what she arranged for Song Yao were a few autumn chrysanthemums. It was not difficult to draw, but the other party was painting the ending part of the painting. Once a mistake was made, all previous efforts would be in vain.

Song Yao nodded, "Put your paintings there, and I'll polish your paintings later."

After speaking, she picked up the book and read it again.

After Song Ling'er finished drawing her own part, and heard the conversation between the two, she couldn't help but glance at Song Yao, and said irritably, "You still touch up for us, do you really think you're good at painting? It's up to me to win the bet!"

Song Yao glanced at her, making her heart startled, then picked up the brush, walked to the autumn feast picture, and outlined chrysanthemums of various shapes with a few strokes.

Her painting is coherent, at first glance, this Qiuju is actually more similar to Master Yao's painting.

Song Linger was startled, but her mouth was unforgiving, "I didn't see that you worked hard to learn it, but Jinse and his team used charcoal drawing, even if it was... ah! Song Yao, what are you doing? !"

Everyone looked for their reputation, only to see Song Yao raised his hand and slammed the ink-stained brush at the painting!
In an instant, the originally clean and tidy painting was covered with a layer of black mud spots.

"Song Yao, are you crazy?!"

Yue Changfeng's expression changed drastically, and he reached out to grab her.

However, before his hand touched Song Yao, he heard Lin Wanwan screaming beside him:
"It's opened! Look, the Qiuju on the painting is blooming!"

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But said the other side.

Song Jinse put down the charcoal pencil and scanned the painting in front of her, feeling very satisfied.

"The drawing of the Autumn Banquet is probably finished, because some details may need to be revised, so let's keep it with me first."

Zhang Maolin nodded hastily, "It should be, it should be, originally this charcoal drawing can be completed this time, thanks to you and Mr. Zhou."

"I just did my duty, and the charcoal drawing was completed. This is the result of everyone's hard work."

That is to say, in fact, everyone present knew that if Zhou Shuhe’s family was not famous, he had befriended Master Tan, learned the skills of charcoal drawing and taught Song Jinse, and the two worked together to complete the picture of the autumn feast. Unusual brush painting.

So looking at the dark charcoal drawing in front of him, he became more and more excited:
"This work of our group, maybe we can get the first place!"

"Jinse and Mr. Zhou are dragons and phoenixes among people. It is not an exaggeration to say that the master taught him personally. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a half-disciple. I saw the charcoal drawings drawn by Jinse himself. Most of them are better than the charcoal drawing master who dared not show up. It's okay!"

"Hahaha, Song Yao will regret it, a fool with no talent and face dares to make such a bet!"

Zhou Shuhe frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

Song Jinse was a little proud, and said first: "I heard from Ling'er earlier that Song Yao felt that the autumn banquet pictures were childish. I don't know if their group changed the painting in the end."

Master Yao himself became a fascination, and disappeared after painting the autumn banquet six years ago, but there are many people who love his paintings.

At this moment, when everyone heard the words, they were annoyed.

"Zhuzi is rude, how dare you describe a master's painting like that!"

"It's probably because I can't draw it, so I raised my posture because I was afraid of shame. It's not like you don't know her kind of person!"

"But don't tell me, I'm looking forward to her ghost painting, hahaha!"

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Three days later, it was the day for the Spring Festival banquet, when the palace envoys came to appreciate the paintings of various academies.

Green Bamboo Academy attaches great importance to this Spring Festival banquet. After all, every academy wants to win the first place at the Spring Festival banquet, and show off their own academy students.

Dean Zhao arranged himself early in the morning, sat at the shore table and waited for someone from the palace to come.

And in the academy.

As soon as Song Jinse arrived, she held the autumn banquet picture and went to look for Mrs. Li to have a look.

Zhang Maolin immediately volunteered to follow Song Jinse to inquire about the situation of each group.

This painting was the main painting by Zhou Shuhe, but he knew that Song Jinse had a difficult time, so he gave up the credit.

Song Jinse walked all the way, and met students who also came to present paintings to the masters.

Some of them drew peony pictures, some painted landscape paintings, and some drew a topographic map of Dayong...

Those who can come to the Qingzhu Academy are all talented and knowledgeable. Everyone has their own skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

What's more, some people privately spend a lot of money to find some masters to paint for their children.

In such a comparison, the content of Song Jinse's autumn feast picture is not very novel.

The only thing to watch is charcoal drawing, which I learned temporarily in just a few days with Master Tan, who has figured out a little way, and it is not even a real introduction.

Compared with Song Yao, it was more than enough, but compared with Duanmuxi and the others, it was really...unbeatable.

At this moment, Song Jinse seemed to realize his short-sightedness, and regretted that he only regarded Song Yao as an opponent.

I can't blame Zhou Shuhe for always hesitating to talk about this painting several times.

Her search for Master Li slowed down.

And those students who came out of the Master Hall did not focus on her as usual, because they were all excited about the scene they saw last moment.

"Lin Wanwan and the others are really amazing. As soon as the ink was thrown over, the chrysanthemum buds of the Autumn Banquet Picture seemed to come to life, blooming slowly! It's like a magic trick, but I was dumbfounded!"

"I heard that the paint that Song Yao prepared for Lin Wanwan and the others was mixed with some medicinal materials to make such a miracle happen! He is indeed a capable person who can save the emperor and grandson of Beirong. His knowledge and medical skills are so good, I want to Let her take care of my illness!"

"I thought the map of the mountains, rivers and land we prepared was magnificent and domineering, but compared to other people's paintings, it is two points less subtle!"

"No wonder Song Yao dared to bet that the Spring Festival banquet this time is not for fame!"

All the students who came out of Mr. Li's school talked about how exquisite Song Yao's paintings were, and he was the formidable opponent who won the first place in the Spring Festival Banquet.

Song Jinse's face darkened.

Zhang Maolin followed behind her, and hurriedly comforted her: "Don't listen to their gossip, they are ignorant at first glance, and a little trick can make them fearful. Let me tell you, Your Majesty likes charcoal drawings. It must be better than Song Yao and the others!"

"Having said that," Song Jinse forced a smile and said, "But Yaoyao is loved by the dean and masters in the matter of Beirong. I'm afraid the result of this selection will be unfair."

As soon as she said this, Zhang Maolin was like a dynamite barrel that had been set ablaze:
"Do they dare?! My aunt is a concubine, if Song Yao dares to operate in secret, I must ask my aunt to give them some flair!"

"Mr. Zhang, it's good to have you. Let's present the painting first." Song Jinse said, and knocked on the door of Mrs. Li's room.

Coincidentally, Song Ruan and Song Linger were holding the painting and pushing open the door to go out.

Song Jinse was taken aback by their opening the door, she staggered subconsciously, her eyes glanced at the painting on Song Ruan's body, her eyes flickered, she seemed to be unable to stand still, and she fell towards the other party uncontrollably.

A 13-year-old girl is not light. If she falls, will Song Ruan and the painting be crushed? !

In the nick of time.

Song Ruan lifted her foot and kicked Song Jinse back, "Go!"

Just listen to "Boom -" sound.

Song Jinse fell to the ground with the painting on.

Zhang Maolin hurried to Song Jinse, "Fifth girl, are you okay?"

Song Jinse felt that her ass was about to be broken, but she was too embarrassed to say so, and said, "It's okay."

Zhang Maolin originally regarded Song Yao as a deadly enemy because of Song Yao's bet, and he was even more angry when he saw them pushing Song Jinse.

"Song Ruan, everyone competes fairly, what do you mean by pushing your classmates? Do you think we are easy to bully?"

Song Ruan rolled her eyes, thinking that she pushed Song Jinse because she was afraid that their hard work would be ruined.

Being questioned at this moment, Wen Tun said: "Young Master Zhang misunderstood, I also protect myself. If I offend my cousin, I will take my cousin to see the doctor."

The envoy from the palace will go to the Qingzhu Academy to look at the paintings. Although Song Ruan knows that Song Jinse, the little white lotus, wants to hurt people in the back, she also thinks that one thing is worse than one thing.

Song Jinse, who got up from the ground, didn't tear up Song Yao's painting, and felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Just about to bend down to pick up the charcoal painting that fell on the ground, I don't know what to think of, my eyes flashed, and I closed my eyes at a position where everyone couldn't notice, stepped on the painting and then raised my hand to tear it up.

Before Zhang Maolin could speak again, he exclaimed, "Young Master Zhang, it's not good!"

"What's wrong, Miss Fifth?!"

"Our charcoal drawing has been destroyed..." Song Jinse looked at the broken autumn banquet picture on the ground with a pale face, feeling extremely uncomfortable, "How could this happen? This is a work I have drawn for so long, it is so broken Lost……"

"What?!" Looking at the mess on the painting, Zhang Maolin's heart skipped a beat.

Reminiscent of his bet with Song Yao, he slapped his forehead, turned around, and suddenly realized: "No wonder I will meet you here! It turns out that this is your real purpose! You are the secret agents sent by Song Yao." !"

Song Ruan: "???"

Song Ruan was shocked, "Did you go out without a brain?"

"I just figured it out with my fingers. It was Song Yao who was afraid of losing. That's why you surrounded us here. You were surrounded by all sides, and we were caught by surprise and unprepared to tear up our paintings! You really are the most poisonous woman!"

"No, can your drama be a little less like your barren appearance?"

Seeing that everyone insisted on their opinions and alarmed Mrs. Li, Song Jinse hurriedly said:
"Mr. Zhang, the painting is everyone's painstaking effort. We can't hide such a big event from Mr. Zhou and the others. Let's find a quiet place and call people to discuss the follow-up."

(End of this chapter)