All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"Then keep your eyes open and take a good look!" Qiyin calmly walked to the table and laid a new piece of white paper, "Xiaoqin, come and sharpen the ink for me. 【26nbsp;】"

The called Xiaoqin knew that she couldn't persuade her anymore, so she obediently ran over to help her sharpen the ink, but in her heart she hoped that the Bodhisattva would appear, and she must not let her miss lose, those two sons It looks bad at first glance, if they really let them take home to be concubines, then the young lady's reputation will be ruined, the daughter's family is more important than life.

Qiyin held the polished ink and poured it down casually with a raised hand, causing everyone present to be surprised. They all stared at her intently, wanting to see what she would do next, and Ruan Hao and Fang Yue even more so. She thought she was going crazy with ignorance, only the sour scholar raised his eyes and looked at her, full of puzzlement and curiosity.

Not paying attention to the strange eyes of the people present, Qiyin lowered her body and blew the ink on the paper. The scattered ink flowed irregularly to form a patchwork of roots and branches. A brush, dipped in the red sand on the table, casually dabbling on the painting, with a chic and unrestrained attitude that makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

The blossoming plum blossoms are blooming under Qiyin's pens, and the various poses give people an illusion. The plum blossoms are obviously the same but have different charms. The six pens are boldly thrown away, and Qiyin picks up another one again. The brush was dipped in the black ink in the vinegar inkstone, and the lips curled up into a slight smile. Suddenly, he thought of a poem and inscribed it. After the last stroke, someone knocked on the bronze drum, and the stick of incense had just finished burning.

Everyone was amazed at the girl's speed, such a top-notch painting of plum blossoms and auspicious snow could be painted in such a short time, and the ink-blowing technique was simply unheard of.

Huang Xu, one of the supervisory officials of the imperial examination, was invited to be judged and judged by Ruan Hao and Fang Yuehao several times today. The official did not approve of the private fight among the scholars who took the exam, but Even His Majesty has already intervened in this competition, he is a discerning person so naturally he will not shirk it.

Mr. Huang first picked up Ruan Hao's chrysanthemums, and made a pertinent evaluation. Although the brushwork is good, the charm is not good, and Fang Yue's begonias are more than one level lower than Ruan Hao's chrysanthemums. He said yes with a smile and told him to keep working hard.

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