After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 83 People are more mad than people!
Song Yao didn't care what Song Jinse, Zhang Maolin and the others thought. After returning to the school, she picked up rice paper and charcoal pencils, found a table at random, and began to draw.

Yue Changfeng and his group were all sweating for Song Yao.

Song Jinse gave Song Linger a wink, "Go and see where the prince and the dean have gone."

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Let's just say that Song Yao is well versed in charcoal drawing, and he claims to be no weaker than the prince's charcoal drawing master."

Song Linger's eyes lit up, "Cousin, I'll take care of things, don't worry."

She rushed out with the wind under her feet,

Standing opposite Song Yao, Zhang Maolin and the others all had cold faces. Seeing her painting, they began to discuss with contempt and sarcasm.

"Young Master Zhou and Fifth Miss learn from Master Tan, what can Song Yao draw?"

"Worthy of being the No. 1 idiot in Chang'an City, you really don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

"Hey, look at the way she holds the charcoal pencil, it's still slanted, not straight at all, do you want to compare with Song Jinse in this?"

The students around Zhang Maolin were chattering and chewing their tongues.

Yue Changfeng and the others surrounded Song Yao, some were busy fanning her, some were busy wiping her sweat, and some even brought tea and water to squeeze her calves.

Song Yao looked at Lin Wanwan's hand that was sliding up her calf: "...that's unnecessary."

Lin Wanwan was shy, "Isn't it because you're too tired? Don't worry, I'll stay away and not go in."

What a bad line.Song Yao was speechless, and Yue Changfeng also took out a charcoal pencil, vowing to use his ingenuity to draw a charcoal drawing to relieve Song Yao's pressure.

It's just that half a day later, he was a little confused when he saw the black and white areas on the rice paper that were almost invisible.

Hey, what was his original intention?

The noisy sounds around did not affect Song Yao. Song Yao held a charcoal pen in his hand, his eyes were cold, and when he moved his fingers, he could hear the "rustling" sound of the pen tip on the rice paper.

It was supposed to be a noisy sound, but for some reason, at this moment, the sound seemed to have magical powers, giving people a sense of wonder, and instantly calming the frizz in everyone's hearts.

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Song Ling'er ran through the elegant bamboo forest and walked along the clean stone path.

Not far away, there were many female students standing on their feet looking around, all blushing and screaming softly.

"Look! Your Highness is coming this way! He is looking at me, Your Highness is looking at me!"

"Ahhh, I'm dead! If I had known I wouldn't be wearing a hospital uniform today, how could this blue and white outer shirt accentuate my beauty!"

"Baochai! Baochai, help me to see if my hairstyle is messed up? What about my clothes? Will pulling the collar like this reveal more?"

Compared with when the first emperor was in power, now Dayong is open to the people. If the number one scholar in the scientific examination is paraded through the streets, all the women in the city will surround him and throw veils at him.

Even if Jun Yan did something that would kill his life, that group of noble girls would be haunted by that overly clean face.

The color is clean and spotless, and the moon is bright and white.Song Ling'er had always heard that the crown prince was coquettish, but who knew that he looked so cold and immortal.

For a moment, I was a little envious of that idiot Song Yao, who would be punished in the mouth of the banishment immediately.

With a sour smell, she ran to Master Li at the edge of the line. Master Li was startled, "Linger, what are you doing here?"

"Master, Song Yao said that she wanted to present a charcoal drawing to the prince, but she didn't know where the prince had gone, so she wanted me to ask."

Inquiring about the prince's itinerary in private is a crime, Master Li is about to reprimand him.

Jun Yan paused, turned his head to look at Song Linger, "You said Song Yao is going to present a painting to Gu?"

Song Ling'er was accosted and said excitedly: "That's right, she claims to be a master of charcoal painting, and she wants to compete with the charcoal painting master under His Highness!"

"Nonsense!" Dean Zhao yelled angrily. The charcoal drawing was difficult to understand, but he hadn't researched the way. Song Yao still wanted to compete with the capable people under the crown prince.

Isn't this idiot's dream? !
With so much big talk, so many envoys from the palace, and even a prince, it's not the academy that loses face in the end!

Dean Zhao immediately wanted to take Jun Yan to avoid Song Yao to go to another school to look at paintings, and clean up Song Yao and the others after they left.

Unexpectedly, Jun Yan raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and said unhurriedly: "Song Liu girl is a real person, she has been admired for a long time, and she is going to see her paintings."

Song Ling'er excitedly told Song Jinse about it first. She ran too fast, so she ignored the dark light in Jun Yan's eyes.

After she finished talking about the prince coming to see Song Yao in person, Zhang Maolin couldn't help but spit in Song Yao's direction.

"Boasting in Haikou to deceive the prince, heh, such a vicious student who has no bottom line and will only discredit the college, is afraid that the prince will be kicked out of the college immediately!"

He was babbling there, but Song Yao was not affected at all, and instead drew faster and faster.

The concentrated appearance of writing quickly seems to be quite knowledgeable.

Song Jinse didn't look at Song Yao's painting, and only sighed to Zhou Shuhe: "The autumn banquet picture is a huge one, with landscapes, figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, there are 630 and eight differences in total, Yaoyao didn't use a picture to compare the painting...to fool me Forget it, I am really afraid that the crown prince will punish you..."

She said, trying to get Zhou Shuhe's approval.

It was only then that Zhou Shuhe withdrew his eyes from Song Yao's rice paper, looked at Song Jinse, hesitant to speak.

"Why, why are you looking at me like this? Am I wrong?" Song Jinse subconsciously touched her face where the pimples had not yet disappeared.

The moment she finished speaking, a loud discussion erupted in the crowd:
"I'm stupid! I'm dreaming! Song Yao actually drew a picture of an autumn feast without following the original painting!"

"Ahh! Look, what is that! The butterfly on the painting is about to fly out!"

"It's amazing, the path that the kid with the paper kite walks looks like a real path!"

Surprises came out of Yue Changfeng, Zhang Maolin and others. Song Yao took a silk handkerchief and gently rubbed it on the finished masterpiece. In an instant, the whole painting seemed to be more three-dimensional.

"Song Yao is a monster! This painting is too... well," Yue Changfeng didn't know how to describe it, so he said, "This painting should only exist in the sky, how often do you see it in the world!"

He thought that Song Yao wanted to turn the tide because he was forced to do nothing.

Never thought, good guy!

This man actually drew a masterpiece in just a few moments!
He excitedly said: "This horse, what bastard calls Song Yao the number one straw bag in Chang'an City?"

If this is the first straw bag, what are they? !

People are more mad than people!
Zhang Maolin and the others were also dumbfounded.

"Is this a charcoal drawing? Why is it that Song Jinse's drawing is ordinary, but Song Yao's drawing is different?"

"What does it look like? What does it look like, give way to the ones in front of you, hurry up. Let me have a look too! Let me have a look!"

"Ah, don't step on my shoes! There are winter beads on them... No, who took off my pants again!"

(End of this chapter)