After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 84
In an instant, ghosts and wolves howled in the school.

Zhou Shuhe looked at the shocked Song Jinse, and said complicatedly:
"You seem to not know your cousin very well."

Being able to draw charcoal drawings in such a short time shows that this is not Song Yao's true level.

Her painting skills should be above this one.

Zhou Shuhe looked at Song Yao with some admiration, while Zhang Maolin and the others looked like roosters who had been defeated in a fight, their expressions were extremely decadent.

They had already figured out what to say to make Song Yao's paintings worthless.

However, they did all their calculations, but they didn't realize that Song Yao's charcoal drawings were even better than Song Jinse's!

"Didn't you say that Song Jinse is a talented woman? Why is her painting skill not as good as Song Yao's?"

"This talented girl was chosen based on her appearance!"

Song Jinse was in a trance, with buzzing in his ears, and couldn't hear what the people around him were saying. Only Song Yao raised the painting and walked in front of Song Jinse, "Here."

She handed over the painting without any intention of offending, but Song Jinse only felt that the other party slapped her across the face.

She looked at the charcoal drawing, and then thought of the charcoal drawing she had spent half a month drawing.

She couldn't believe her eyes, Song Yao could draw better than her!
how so!
Song Jinse took two steps back as if unable to bear the blow.

Obviously she was born with a phoenix, why couldn't all the light that belonged to Song Yao be transferred to her from the moment she was born?
This world is so unfair!
She crumbled as if she couldn't bear it.

At this time, a majestic voice sounded behind everyone:
"Today's Spring Festival banquet, what are you doing together?!"

Everyone followed the prestige and saw Dean Zhao following behind Jun Yan with a smile on his face.

After regaining his senses, he respectfully said: "Students pay respects to the crown prince and the dean, all masters."

The prince raised his hand to signal everyone to get up.

At this time, Dean Zhao glanced at Song Yao, remembering the shameless words Song Linger had said for Song Yao earlier, and hurriedly said:
"Song Yao, I heard that you drew an immature charcoal drawing and want to present it to the prince for criticism and advice?"

He deliberately emphasized his immaturity, and criticized and taught a few big words.

I thought Song Yao could understand him, but the students under him looked at him with indescribable accusations.

Dean Zhao: "???"

He is dazzled?

Who are these little punks mocking with their eyes that he has never seen before? !
Dean Zhao was furious, and in vain came up with the idea of ​​using power for personal gain and assigning a bunch of homework to exhaust them.

However, the prince looked at Song Yao in a business-like manner, "I heard from Miss Song Six's classmates that Miss Song Six drew a charcoal drawing? I am very interested."

His voice was low and magnetic, like a clear and cold wind, making it difficult to tell whether he was interested in paintings or people, which made the hearts of a group of girls thump.

It was Song Ling'er who came back to her senses first, grabbed the charcoal drawing in Song Jinse's hand and presented it to him, "His Royal Highness, Song Yao's painting is a landscape painting, and this charcoal drawing belongs to my cousin Song Jinse!"

She unfolded the painting.

In an instant, the fluttering butterflies, the blooming paintings, the gurgling water that fills Chang'an City, and the secluded path are three-dimensionally presented in front of everyone's eyes.

"Here, is this a charcoal drawing?" Dean Zhao screamed, the expression on his face changed from displeasure to surprise, and then from surprise to seriousness, "Quick, let me see! There is such a generation of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Literati love painting, which is equivalent to gamblers addicted to gambling. They are very addicted and can't quit.

Even the envoys from the palace, Master Tan's disciples all went forward to observe in amazement.

Dean Zhao's affection for Song Jinse skyrocketed in an instant!
Song Ruan's face darkened, disgusted by Song Linger's shamelessness, she took a step forward and said, "His Royal Highness, Dean Zhao, Song Linger is lying, this painting is clearly drawn by my cousin Song Yao!"

The crown prince raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Dean Zhao meaningfully.

Dean Zhao just felt his old face blushing, why are the students under his hands always uneasy? !

He sternly said, "What the hell is going on!"

"Report to Dean Zhao, every word and every word of the students is the truth!"

Song Ling'er straightened her back and looked straight at Song Ruan, "I'm sitting upright. Do you dare to say that this painting is not from Jinse? Do you dare to say that you didn't deliberately tear up the paintings of Jinse's group?"

"This painting belongs to her, but..." Song Ruan was in a hurry, not knowing how to talk about the mess.

"okay!"

But Dean Zhao thought she was messing around, and when he heard something like tearing up the painting, he reprimanded: "His Royal Highness is disrespectful in front of you, don't back down!"

The Beirong incident was embarrassing enough, and he made it clear that he didn't want to bring these murky things to the surface.

In order not to make people think that the students taught by his Green Bamboo Academy are all taking the credit and framing others.

The students around were startled by the dean, and they were as quiet as chickens.

Seeing this, Song Jinse was overjoyed.

Song Linger is right, this is the painting that Song Yao gave her as a compensation, and it is the giant painting she drew!

As long as these people are overwhelmed by Dean Zhao and no one dares to speak out, won't she gain fame and fortune?
She thought beautifully, but the next moment she saw Jun Yan raised her hand, pointed in Song Yao's direction and said, "Tell me, I just want to hear what you say."

Song Ruan thought of the prince's temperament, and was afraid that what Song Yao said would offend the prince, so he stopped him and said it himself.

But Song Yao gave her a look of calm down and watching me play.

"Why, how to play?" Song Ruan didn't understand. The next moment, Song Yao clenched her teeth and pinched her thigh violently.

Following Song Ruan, she met her glowing red eyes.

There was still a tear in the corner of the girl's eyes, as if she had been wronged by the sky, Song Ruan's expression was like seeing a ghost.

Are women's tears really just tap water?

Song Jinse felt even more horrified, her hair stood on end, her God, isn't it her privilege to cry?

——What does Song Yao mean by this?What is she trying to express? !

Song Jinse's intuition was not good, and just about to speak, a choked cry came from his ear in vain.

She suddenly lowered her head, and saw Song Yao fell to the ground, crying miserably:

"Master Qingtian! You must be the master of your courtiers~~~"

Jun Yan: "..."

Dean Zhao: "..."

Everyone: "..."

This cry is called a cadence!Everyone in the whole school stared in shock, all eyes were on her.

Song Yao's tears flowed down three thousand feet, and she was covering her heart at this moment, looking out of breath, as if she had been wronged by the sky.

(End of this chapter)