Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 111 You Are Really Stupid (2)
Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "No, just learn it now."

Xiao Ye nodded: "Yes, it's quite simple anyway."

So she rolled up her sleeves.

The others looked at her with disgust.

Learn now?The kung fu on this painting depends on talent and hard work. Without ten years of kung fu, how can it be possible to have a little accumulation?And the little girl in front of her looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old, she might have just been born after ten years of removal.

This little girl is too naive.

And Murong Ying is obviously much calmer. As a child of an aristocratic family, even if she was a child, she was exposed to these things, not to mention that according to her blood, she is a genius in this respect.

Adjusting the ink, laying the paper, holding the brush, rolling the ink, and flowing water, all in one go.

There are three sticks of incense next to it, one of which has already been lit, and when the three sticks of incense are burned out, it will be the end.

Xiao Ye scratched her head, feeling that it was still a bit troublesome, so she looked at Murong Ying and picked up the pen.

But it was obvious that the way she held the pen was weird.

There were chattering sounds all around.

"Hey, it really is from the countryside, and I can't even hold a pen."

"Now in Zhaodu, even a girl from a commoner family can learn to write at an early age, but this little girl can't."

……

Saya blushed a little.

Well, I didn't know it before, but I can learn it now, as my sister said.

She put down the pen, and went to the painting screen.

The painting is a piece of Chinese rose, which is the handwriting of the famous masters of the previous generation. The silk has turned yellow, and there is a big seal on the side.

Everyone looked at her strangely, what exactly does this girl want to do?
And just when everyone was guessing, Xiao Ye simply sat down in front of the painting screen.

Then, staring at the painting with her hand, she turned her head and asked, "That, can I touch it?"

The etiquette officer next to him looked at Xie Heng, and Xie Heng nodded.

After getting the permission, Xiao Ye stretched out her fingertips to caress little by little, muttering words while touching.

Everyone looked at each other.

What is this little girl up to?
Can you see a flower in a painting?
Muttering words in his mouth is calling God?

There is no god of painting.

Others didn't hear it, but Xie Heng, who was close, heard it. After that, he had to work hard to control the twitching of the corner of his mouth.

Because, Xiao Ye repeated this sentence over and over again.

"This is an apple, this is a mung bean cake; this is an apple, this is a mung bean cake; this is an apple..."

Well, it is really strange to regard the safflower of rose as apples and the green leaves as mung bean cakes, and it is not human.

Murong Ying raised her eyes intermittently, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and then continued to paint.

The ashes of the incense fall, and the stick of incense burns out.

The second stick of incense, burn again.

Xiao Ye is still watching, and Murong Ying is still painting.

Everyone looked at Xiao Ye nervously.

I don't know why, although everyone felt that Xiao Ye was destined to lose, but there was no resistance at all, and everyone felt quite boring.

Outsiders, who always watch the excitement, can't help but say: "Hey, the second stick of incense is almost burned out, little girl, are you finished painting?"

While speaking, the second stick of incense fell to ashes.

The third stick of incense finally lit up.

Murong Ying has reached the end of the painting.

She had a triumphant smile on her face.

Just won?Really, there is no thrill of victory at all.

(End of this chapter)