After divorcing my ex-husband, I became the princess of the county

Chapter 17 The Xiaojun King Gives Lu Wanzhi a Portrait

Zhao Heng urged: "Stop talking, quickly draw a picture of Miss Shen San, and let the king of this county see if Miss Shen San really looks like my mother?"

Lu Wanzhi said, "Grind the ink first."

Zhao Heng looked at the inkstone and ink stone beside him and said, "Grinding ink? The king of this county can't do it."

Lu Wanzhi didn't think that the king of Xiaojun could grind ink for her, so she asked Yulan to grind ink.

Lu Wanzhi sketched the portrait of the third girl from the Shen family on the rice paper, and within an hour, the beauty of the third girl from the Shen family was vividly displayed on the paper.

Zhao Heng glanced at it and said: "Cut, she still looks five points like my mother? It's the biggest insult to my mother. It's because your drawing skills are not good enough to draw her face, after all, look at you His painting skills are far behind the king of this county."

Lu Wanzhi glanced at Zhao Heng lightly, "Since that's the case, why don't you draw a portrait of Princess Chu, and let me see how good your painting skills are."

Zhao Heng said: "You go outside first, the king of this county does not want anyone to disturb his painting."

Lu Wanzhi went outside after hearing the words, and looked at the beautiful spring scenery outside.

The springtime in March is pleasant, she is leaning against the eaves of the porch to enjoy the peach blossoms in full bloom, and looking sideways at the portrait of Zhao Heng with her head bowed, she has the feeling of a gifted and elegant scholar.

But Lu Wanzhi knew that this Zhao Heng had nothing to do with being a genius.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhao Heng took out the painting and said to Lu Wanzhi: "The king of this county thought it was too difficult to paint my mother, so he painted you first, and I will give you this portrait."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Heng stuffed the portrait into Lu Wanzhi's arms, turned around and trotted away.

Lu Wanzhi opened the portrait, saw the messy portrait of the dark people inside, neither human nor ghost, took a deep breath.

How could she expect Zhao Heng to be good at painting?
Seeing a line of small characters beside her, Lu Wanzhi was slightly taken aback, "Yulan, was there anyone else in the study besides Zhao Heng just now?"

"It's gone, there is only Xiaojun Wang alone."

Lu Wanzhi glanced at the small characters on the side, although it was written with the nine characters Lu Wanzhi, the number one villain in Dasheng.

But these nine characters are not something that ordinary people can write, let alone something that Zhao Heng can write.

Lu Wanzhi only felt that she must have been delusional, and perhaps compared with this unsightly painting, these words seemed to be more beautiful.

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The next day, at a quarter of a hour, when Lu Wanzhi arrived at the door, she saw Zhao Heng, who was now black and blue, with messy hair, half asleep.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wanzhi felt relieved, "Where's Gu Qingchi?"

Zhao Heng yawned and said, "How do I know?"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Qingchi rushed over, saw Zhao Heng with long hair like a chicken coop and smiled: "It's also thanks to your good looks, those who didn't know thought you were kicked out of the house by the prince and reduced to a beggar gone."

Zhao Heng snorted softly, "If I was kicked out of the house by my father, I would go to Gu's house and change my surname to Gu, so I wouldn't become a beggar."

"Won't Chang Sheng comb your hair?"

Zhao Heng glanced at Lu Wanzhi and said, "Chang Sheng is slow in combing his hair. If it is too late, he will be tortured by the number one villain in Dasheng again."

Lu Wanzhi took out a comb from her bosom, handed it to Zhao Heng and said, "You comb your hair as you walk, don't waste time."

At three o'clock, the three of them arrived at the academy.

Lu Wanzhi lectured for an hour, and Zhao Heng dozed off for an hour.

Lu Wanzhi still cared about Zhao Heng in the front, but it was fine if he couldn't wake him up by knocking on the table.

Lu Wanzhi took a sip of tea and said, "You guys take a break for a quarter of an hour. In the next class, you will write an essay on Jing Ke and hand it in before noon. If you can't finish it, you won't have lunch."

"Yes."

As soon as Lu Wanzhi finished speaking, Zhao Heng rubbed his eyes and asked Jiang Li beside him, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Jiang Li looked at Zhao Heng with disgust, "It's only three o'clock. Sister Lu asked us to write a fu before noon. If we can't write it, we can't have lunch."

Zhao Heng got up and said to Lu Wanzhi: "If you want to starve to death, let's just say so!"

Lu Wanzhi said slowly: "I didn't starve you to death, I starved you to death. Apart from you, I believe that the other thirteen students in the Tianzi class can finish writing before noon, right?"

Zhao Heng walked up to Gu Qingchi and Meng Ao and said, "The two of them can't finish writing!"

Meng Ao nodded and said, "I have to finish writing Fu before noon, isn't it too late?"

Gu Qingchi said: "We really can't finish writing this."

Lu Wanzhi asked Shen Luozhi who was on the side again: "Shen Luozhi, do you think it's possible to finish writing?"

Shen Luozhi only replied with one word: "Yes."

Zhao Heng looked back at Shen Luozhi, "He has the ability to finish writing, but the king of this county can't."

Lu Wanzhi sighed and said, "I don't expect you to be able to write very well, I just let you practice your writing skills, just do your best."

An hour later, Shen Luozhi was the first to hand in the Fu written by Jing Ke.

Lu Wanzhi carefully read Jing Ke's Fu written by Shen Luozhi, and raised her eyes to look at Shen Luozhi beside her. She did not expect Shen Luozhi to be so talented.

Lu Wanzhi smiled at Shen Luozhi: "It's a shame to let you come to the Tianzi class. With Shen Shizi's talent, given time, he will definitely go to high school."

When Shen Luozhi saw Lu Wanzhi's smile, a gust of spring breeze came out by the lake, which made his mind flutter slightly, "Thank you for your kind words, sir."

Lu Wanzhi asked Shen Luozhi to kneel down in front of her desk, and pointed to several mistakes and omissions on the paper to give Shen Luozhi advice.

According to what Lu Wanzhi said, after changing a few words, Shen Luozhi felt that the prose became more and more brilliant. It can be seen that Lu Wanzhi dared to be their wife, and his talent is not empty. Shen Luozhi looked at Lu Wanzhi's side face, and gradually felt I was a little dazed.

"Sister Lu, I've finished writing it too." Jiang Li walked up to Lu Wanzhi with the Fu.

Only then did Shen Luozhi come back to his senses. Seeing Jiang Li's prose, Lu Wanzhi praised: "Jiang Li, your literary talent is getting better and better, and your writing is excellent."

At a quarter of noon, apart from Zhao Heng, Gu Qingchi and Meng Ao in the Tianzi class, the rest of the students handed in Jing Ke's essays. Although there were no essays by Shen Luozhi that surprised Lu Wanzhi, most of them were not bad.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lu Wanzhi said: "If the three of you really can't write, copy the Fu written by Shen Luozhi, and then go have lunch."

Lu Wanzhi put the Fu written by Shen Luozhi in front of Zhao Heng, "He is only two years older than you, but his literary talent is very different. The style of the army."

Zhao Heng said unconvinced: "It's all right if you praise him for his literary talent, but you can also praise the word of dog crawling?"

Lu Wanzhi frowned slightly, "Prince Xiaojun, although Shen Luozhi's handwriting is not as good as that of master calligraphers, this handwriting is considered top among literati."

Zhao Heng picked up a pen and copied a sentence on the white paper, and put the white paper in front of Lu Wanzhi, "The king of this county gave you long eyes, what is a good-looking word! You are still a gentleman, such an ugly word I can also boast."

Lu Wanzhi took the paper, thinking that Zhao Heng was still as self-righteous as he was when he praised his paintings yesterday, but when he took a closer look at the words on the paper, they were vigorous and powerful, astonishing.

A few characters are not inferior to the few calligraphers in the world today.

"You have such good handwriting and the ability to remember with a photographic memory, why don't you study hard?"

Lu Wanzhi looked at Zhao Heng, and only had four words violent in her mind.

Zhao Heng is a piece of rotten wood, it's fine if it can't be carved.

But he was not a rotten wood, but a piece of beautiful jade buried in the mud, which could shine brightly, but he sank into the mud.

(End of this chapter)