stocking the prince to death

Chapter 223 Grand Slam 7
Mo Qi tilted her head, smiling brightly.

Even when she was gnashing her teeth, her whole body seemed to be bathed in the spring breeze.

The son is like jade.

She stared at Shi Qingqing, secretly thinking about how to get back the scene.

She, one, must, want, do, die, him!

Books are compared to paintings and poems are compared to three ratios.

Mo Qi mixed the color herself, the color she needed was not available here.

She checked the paints and inks first, and found that there was nothing wrong before she started toning.

She was very fast, and it didn't take long for her to finish writing.

She has already won the poetry competition, so this time the poetry competition is just to set off the painting competition and book competition.

The poem she used before was "Will Enter the Wine", so the painting she made this time is also of this type.

Langhao swayed, and her hands kept moving.

After thinking about it, she also picked up a pen in her left hand.

When two hands paint together, it takes about a stick of incense to create a masterpiece on the paper.

She picked up the pen with both hands at the same time, and wrote "Will Enter the Wine" at the same time.

The momentum is majestic and amazing, the picture is free and easy, and the lines are smooth.

When this painting is displayed in the eyes of everyone, everyone is unbelievable.

This is a landscape painting, but the artistic conception in the painting is extremely majestic.

Coupled with the astonishing calligraphy and poetry next to it, this painting can be regarded as a masterpiece!
What's more, if you don't look at the words, just look at Mo Qi's writing posture with both hands, and she has already won the book competition.

Su Yaoyao in northern Xinjiang looked at the font almost fanatically.

"Yaoyao is willing to gamble and admit defeat!" She smiled boldly, "Heavenly Holy Prince really lives up to his reputation!"

Mo Qi smiled.

She had already won the poetry competition, so let's look at the painting competition now.

Shi Qingqing stared at the painting for a long time, until the atmosphere stagnated a bit.

In fact, when looking at only one painting, Shi Qingqin's picture of thousands of people is indeed perfect, even pressing Mo Qiyi.

But Mo Qi has fonts and poems against it, which directly raised the painting to a higher level!
Mo Qi's smile became more and more warm, this is the reason why she really wanted to put these together...

Just looking at the paintings, she may not be as good as Shi Qingqin.

Shi Qingqing's ability to draw a picture of thousands of people in a short period of time indeed proves that he has a strong foundation.

But she can play tricks!She can concentrate all her strengths.

"How?" Mo Qi smiled, "Did Ben Gong win?"

"Win, win, win!" Lan Fenghua screamed, "Ah, ah, ah, you are so handsome!"

Everyone: "..."

Mo Qi: "..." Inexplicably, a little fan girl was recruited, and she said she was a little bit big!

There is no objection in the northern border, and the southern border can be ignored. Naturally, no one in South Vietnam will object.

Now only Xiliang is left.

Shi Qingqing stared at Mo Qi steadfastly, as if she wanted to stare at a hole in Mo Qi's body.

it is good!
Really good!

This is the first time he has been tricked!
Shi Qingqing had a gentle smile, but those cold eyes gradually showed killing intent.

A soft light spread from his whole body, so soft that he looked like a god.

But in this gentleness, there is extreme coldness and extreme killing intent.

Shi Qingqing's cruelty is actually as famous as Ji Ruyue.

No one will ignore this.

Although the situation is extremely soft on weekdays, it makes people feel extremely warm.

However, he is cold in his bones, and his gentleness is just a bit of pity and charity for the dying!
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