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

Stepping down in front of the poor scholar, Mr. Huang started to appreciate it very seriously. 【26nbsp;】

"Both the brushwork and the charm are excellent. Since the lotus plants swaying in the wind next to them are painted just right, Fang Wenxiu thinks that the number one right is none other than you."

After speaking, Master Huang patted the poor scholar on the shoulder.

"Master Huang, you haven't seen this girl's painting yet, so how can you draw conclusions so early." Yun Huan walked out from the crowd with a harmless smile on his face, but Huang Xu's face immediately paled and panicked.

But Yun Huan just glanced at him very meaningfully, and Huang Xu passed him to look at the old man standing behind him and shook his head at him, and immediately reacted, returning to his previous posture.

Luo Wenbin also echoed and said: "This young man is right, please Mr. Huang also take a look for this girl, this competition did not specify that women cannot participate."

Although there is no limit to this competition, Master Huang is a member of the imperial court after all, and he must look down on women, thinking that he can't be on the stage. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the girl's painting. Yun Huan and Luo Wenbin didn't even plan to go see it upon request, the girl's house was just playing tricks.

"Okay, you two are right."

Master Huang really planned to ignore the girl's painting, but it was actually for her own good. If she lost, she would not be ruined by Ruan Hao for nothing, which made Fang Wenxiu the first to be good to everyone.

But when moving up to Qiyin and picking up the picture of Ruixue Hanmei, his eyes sparkled with excitement. Such a skill and such a random painting skill, but this girl uses it so skillfully, and What made him love it even more was the little poem inscribed on the side of the painting.

"The cold cicadas are miserable. It's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped. The tents in the capital have nothing to drink, and the place of nostalgia, the Lanzhou urges them. Holding hands and looking at the tears, I choke silently. Reading to go, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide Passionate since ancient times hurt parting, more embarrassing, cold Qingqiu Festival! Where to wake up tonight? Yangliu shore, dawn wind and waning moon. This year, it should be a good time for good times. Even if there are thousands of styles, let’s tell who ?”

"Good good."

Mr. Huang was almost full of praise, he said hello three times in succession, his gaze on Qiyin was as dazzling as his gaze on Jinzi!

This kind of talent, learning and knowledge, if born as a man, the future is boundless.

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