Divine Doctor Poison Concubine: Miss Waste

Chapter 42

Afterwards, everyone finished their drawings one after another. Feng Feilang went to their desks one by one to comment on them. Most of the students here were themed with flowers. Feng Feilang made a serious summary after reading it. The language is easy to understand and straightforward, but it has won the confidence and admiration of the students.

Among them, Xia Yuhan was the happiest. Under Feng Feilang's comments, Xia Yuhan's painting: "Rain beats lotus" naturally became the best among them.

Xia Yuhan had a delicate face on her face, and she was very happy in her heart: "Thank you for your compliment, Master. The students drew a little hastily today. If there is anything wrong, I hope the master can point it out."

"Second Miss Xia has already painted very well. If the colors are a little more even, the effect will be very good."

"Hehe, it seems that in the eyes of Prince Feng today, Sister Han'er did the best." Li Xinrou hurriedly interjected, with a rather ambiguous expression.

Liang Jiaying clenched her hands unwillingly, and hated Xia Yuhan even more, hum!Xia Yuhan is just a concubine, how can she always be on top of her?I really don't know how to live or die.

Being teased by Li Xinrou, Xia Yuhan's face instantly turned crimson, and she raised her eyes to secretly look at Feng Feilang, but at this time Feng Feilang had already walked to Xia Qingge's side.

Looking at Feng Feilang's gentle eyes like water, shouldn't those affectionate expressions be looking at her?Xia Yuhan's originally happy face turned vicious in an instant. How could a learned man like Feng Shizi fall in love with a bitch like Xia Qingge?

"Hehe, I don't know what my sister did today?" She put away the jealousy in her heart, and walked over with a sneer.

If she guessed correctly, Xia Qingge would definitely have the worst grades among these people this time, because Xia Yuhan knew better than anyone that Xia Qingge was notoriously bad at painting since she was a child.

"Yeah, I'm curious too?" Liang Jiaying watched Xia Yuhan walk up to Feng Feilang's side, and followed her to Feng Feilang's other side.

Seeing this, everyone came over one after another. Basically, most of them were watching the show. Xia Qingge looked helplessly at the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at Feng Feilang with a hint of displeasure.

Cursing inwardly, it was all brought in by this butterfly, who would not be a good son, but came here to be some kind of teacher, he made such a fuss, which of the girls here really came to study?

Feng Feilang naturally received her dissatisfied message, and he was not angry. Instead, he secretly blinked at Xia Qingge, still maintaining a refined smile on his face, and stretched out his white and slender hands to flip over the drawing paper that Xia Qingge had turned over.

Seeing his blinking action, Xia Qingge was even more certain that this guy definitely did it on purpose.

He was also very curious about what Xia Qingge painted. He had come over to look at it just now, but it was difficult to see anything before the painting was formed.

But now, when he saw the majestic picture scroll above, he was completely shocked on the spot.

When everyone saw Feng Feilang's expression, they also looked over, they were all so shocked by the pattern on the painting that they couldn't speak.

I saw that the above description is based on the landscape as the main background, and the winding stone road on the mountain has no direction after twists and turns.The night is not over, and the sky is about to dawn.The distant mountains are just a slight outline, and the mist hides the impenetrable delicacy.The tide receded, leaving the sand that had not been taken away, lying silently on the stone road.

And there is a very quiet thatched house in the mountains, with white dew and cool breeze. In the courtyard, an eminent monk wearing a coarse long gown is sitting on the ground, next to an unfinished chessboard, the eminent monk is sitting alone in front of the chessboard and staring intently. But it's more like missing a story.

Xia Qingge borrowed the realistic techniques from his previous life to add these landscapes into Chinese paintings. The entire landscape almost seemed to have life, very real.Just looking at this superb painting technique, everyone was shocked.

Seeing the picture above, the hall was almost silent, as if everyone was deeply attracted by the artistic conception above.

Feng Feilang was the first to reflect it, his eyes were extremely bright at this time, and he seemed to be filled with ecstasy and admiration: "Miss Xia's painting can be said to be the one that fits the artistic conception best, and this poem is called "Nankezi·Memory "Old" was originally written by an eminent monk in order to miss his old friend, and today only Miss Xia fits the author's mood."

"Master, it's wonderful, I'm just imagining it based on what I understand."

"Hehe, I don't know the source of the poem but I can just understand the meaning inside, which can reflect Miss Xia's intelligence."

At this time, Xia Yuhan recovered from the shock, how could it be possible?How could Xia Qingge, a bitch, have such talent?At this moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if Xia Qingge had taken away the brilliance that was supposed to be her body.

No!The number one talented woman in Kyoto is hers, and no one can take it away.

Xia Yuhan's eyes flashed decisively, Xia Qingge you asked for this, don't blame me!

The expressions of the other people around were also different. The men among them generally praised Xia Qingge, while most of the women were jealous and envious.

But everyone understands in their hearts that there is absolutely no difference between their painting skills and Xia Qingge's. If they were still aggrieved after seeing Xia Yuhan's painting just now, now, seeing this masterpiece, they are almost completely different. Overwhelmed.

Feng Feilang looked at Xia Qingge with a smile, and had a panoramic view of the impatient expression on her face: "Among the students here today, I will choose a few to take away, everyone is willing?"

As soon as his words came out, everyone was pleasantly surprised. A painting that was valued by Feng Feilang could be spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital within a day. This is a great honor for them and even the whole family.

You must know that in the capital of the Qin and Wu Dynasties, the talents and learning of the four princes in the capital of the Qin and Wu dynasties are unmatched, and the students they have chosen are even leaders in civil and military academics every year.

This kind of glory is needless to say to them.

Xia Qingge's heart skipped a beat, and she cast a suspicious look at Feng Feilang, feeling that his behavior was not normal.

Sure enough, Feng Feilang selected five works, including those of her and Xia Yuhan.

Outside the gate of Bailu Academy
Xia Qingge just walked out of the main hall, and was about to go out through the garden, but he didn't want someone from behind to stop him.

"Miss Xia, please stay."

Feng Feilang saw Xia Qingge turned around and strode over: "Miss Xia is going back home?"

"Yes, what's the matter, Prince Feng?" Xia Qingge kept a gentle smile on his face, but his heart was full of doubts. Why does this Prince Feng always like to hang around in front of her today?
"Hehe, since Miss Xia is going back home, I happen to be visiting my old aunt today, how about going together?"

"Feng Shizi, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to do this. After all, men and women don't know each other. If everyone sees me getting into Feng Shizi's carriage, Qing Ge may damage your reputation."

(End of this chapter)