The Queen of Charm

Chapter 315
The afterglow of the golden glow spread from the depths of the white clouds, and the roc was flying majestic and sharp before the red sun.

The clouds are lowered, below the roc, parallel to a line, the whole painting is majestic, vast and magnificent.In particular, the eyes of the eagle are lifelike and powerful, as if looking at everyone, making people feel like they are on the scene, stepping on the clouds, and flying parallel to the eagle.

It really is special.

Then there was thunderous applause from the audience, and everyone was convinced.

Well, well, it really is refreshing and unexpected.It's so novel, it really makes people unable to let go of it for a long time.

"Okay, it really is like a stroke of genius, I didn't expect it to be in such a state."

The ministers were full of praise.

Meng Qingcheng is very satisfied with the status quo. At the foot of the table is the pig head painting that Ling Zihan gave as a gift, which was torn to pieces. Similarly, she thinks that it must not have been drawn by the eighth prince. It is so majestic and skillful, and it is not comparable to ordinary people.

It's really good to fight the waste eight princes.

"I don't know who wrote this painting?"

The ministers and the royal family have long been itching, only the young man is at a loss and his face is ashen.

That painting is definitely not theirs, that's for sure.

Menghuang laughed loudly, "I'm afraid this person may surprise everyone." In the sight of everyone, he came to Ling Zihan, and unconsciously put his shoulders on his shoulders. The two of them were very close, forcing Ling Zihan Han's hand made her unable to move.

The surface is smiling and amiable.

When she saw Meng Huang in front of the man she hated the most, Meng Qingcheng felt ominous.

"This painting was drawn by the Eighth Prince of Feng Kingdom!"

After Menghuang finished announcing, she fell down suddenly, her beautiful eyes mixed with shock.

How could that painting be drawn by the trash Eighth Prince?
Gritting her teeth, she said unwillingly, "How is this possible! Each person can only be given one set of paint, the eighth prince, you gave it, so why bother to give it again."

Hearing this, Ling Zihan chuckled, playful, "That painting is just for the princess's entertainment. In my spare time, it's very boring. I just drew this painting on purpose."

"So, this painting is really drawn by you?" The pretty face turned pale, and Meng Qingcheng's expression was not good-looking.

Ordinary people can't draw that painting at all, the whole brush is so lifelike, how can she believe that it was done by the useless Eighth Prince, could it be that all of this is just her scheme.At the moment, Meng Qingcheng did not dare to underestimate Ling Zihan, and the shock she gave was also unforgettable.

Others were also shocked.

The Eighth Prince of Feng Kingdom is a waste, he knows everything, and he knows everything. However, this painting that even a senior painter can't draw is drawn by an inconspicuous waste. For a while, Ling Zihan's waste name The numbers began to dissipate, and rumors began to spread that she was superb in painting, not a waste at all, but a rare talent.

It wasn't just the ministers and the royal family who were shocked.

Feng Luoge's body was stiff, her eyes fixed on the painting.

Meng Gongjue was thoughtful, and the smile on the corner of her lips deepened.

Ouyang Yu squinted his eyes, and his handsome face was filled with relief.

Shui Yuetian, who was also standing in the crowd, saw the painting, and his eyes began to sharpen, but the moment was fleeting, and a strange smile came oncoming.

"Ling Zihan? Are you still alive?"

Fun and interesting.

He pursed his lips and smiled, and gestured to Meng Qingcheng's nanny with his eyes.

I saw the nurse whispering a few words in Meng Qingcheng's ear.

Meng Qingcheng came back to her senses, gritted her teeth, and said loudly, "Then the third match is to play the music. As long as you can play the complete piece, then you will win. Eighth prince, do you dare?"

(End of this chapter)