Food, Color, Medicine and Fragrance: Ugly Girl Turns Over

Chapter 9

Or feeling the sharp gaze from Huo Qihan, the boy lowered his head slightly, and his figure shrank back without any trace.

But he didn't look at Huo Qihan for a second.

"Haha, interesting."

No matter how accomplished the performance of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was, it was not among Huo Qihan's interests, but this young man aroused his great interest.

With the sudden disappearance of the boy, his figure also disappeared.

Tonight's night is really horrible, no matter how fast the people in front run, they can see clearly.

Huo Qihan followed the boy all the way to a remote courtyard. This courtyard seemed to have been deserted for a long time, and half-leg-high weeds had grown on both sides of the cobblestones.

At the end is a small room with a closed door, the boy just hid in that room.

Huo Qihan looked at it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He even pretended to be passing by by chance and wandered around in the yard.

"Oh, I didn't expect this Nangong family to have such a yard. It's a pity that it was abandoned. The old man Nangong Situ is too violent."

He sighed while shaking his head while watching.

"The grass should be repaired, the road should be repaired, the house should be refurbished, and it would be beautiful to have a golden house to hide its beauty."

He talked to himself, as if there was something serious about it.

As soon as the words were finished, a small stone popped out from nowhere and hit him on the left shoulder without any mistakes, causing him to take a deep breath in pain.

"Oh my god, could it be that this place is haunted? No, I have to investigate for the Nangong family." Huo Qihan's face changed, and the excitement in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

This guy really has a problem.

He rubbed his left shoulder, and went up the steps step by step to open the door. Just when his hand was about to touch the doorknob, there was a burst of laughter from the garden in front of him. He paused his hand immediately, and looked at the doorknob with some confusion. Then he turned around and ran out of the yard with his hands closed and striding forward.

When he was far away, there was a soft sound from behind the door of the house, as if he was relieved.

In the garden, there were bursts of laughter, one wave higher than the other, and the spectators who were sitting tight were usually more vivid, but at this moment they laughed so wantonly.

The only reason that flashed across Huo Qihan's mind was: Mu Jianchen made a move.

Compared with finding out the problematic boy, he was obviously more moved to join in the fun.

When Huo Qihan came to the garden in a hurry, he saw that those people were laughing all over the place, but Nangong Situ didn't move at all, his wrinkled face loomed under the dark fire, he seemed to be crying but not crying, he seemed angry but not angry.

Huo Qihan followed everyone's eyes and looked at the place surrounded by flowers and lights.

I saw a woman in a pink gauze dress and a veil splashing ink.

The woman's eyes were focused, her hair was leaking, and there was a fine light on her white forehead.

There is a different kind of beauty under the dim light, quiet and elegant.

But the paintings made by the purple jade wolf hair in her hand are not beautiful.

And not only is it not beautiful, it is simply stunned and twitching.

The eldest lady of the dignified Nangong family actually drew a four-faced chicken with the theme of a phoenix falling from a tree!
And Luo Mu didn't know whether it was the lady who couldn't draw or was too lazy to draw, so he replaced it with countless ink dots. In the end, there were only five big characters on the signature of the painting: Chicken pecking rice picture.

The fact that chickens are not like chickens, ducks are not like ducks, and birds are not like birds on the white rice paper is really eye-opening.

The whole picture is concise and clear, full of vigor and vitality, people can't help but cast their eyes on this Miss Nangong's admiration at a glance, and feel sincere and fearful.

"Old friend, your daughter is really talented. I am afraid that only my cousin's five-year-old child in Jiangcheng can match her." Mr. Huo suppressed his smile, and held the teacup by his hand as if drinking tea. I couldn't help laughing already, and I didn't even realize that the tea was shaken out.

Nangong Situ put his hands in his sleeves, clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could beat Mr. Huo all over the place without thinking about it.

But he looked at "Nangong Jing" expressionlessly and gradually became suspicious.

Her own daughter is the one who knows best, she is obedient and obedient, let alone tell him to go east, she will go east, even if he coughs, she dare not speak loudly.

But why do you want to embarrass yourself in public today!
"I'm done." Lin Xiaorou, who was forced to pretend to be Nangong Jing, finally put down her pen, and then slowly picked up her painting.

Just now she heard bursts of bursts of laughter, and she had already guessed why, but her own skills are here, and what she paints depends on God's will, not to mention that she is not the real Nangong Jing.

Anyway, the village owner said to let her play freely, and if she made a fool of herself, someone would take care of her.

Nangong Situ gradually shifted his gaze to Eunuch Zhang, but seeing that he was drinking tea with his head down, he couldn't see any emotion, so he couldn't help but gradually brighten up the dimmed hope.

As long as Eunuch Zhang doesn't shake his head and sigh, there is still hope for everything.

Lin Xiaorou was the last person to appear in the first level of painting skills, and the next one was the second poetry competition.

The beauties who had just left the stage, with their disdain and smiles towards Lin Xiaorou hidden in their eyes, walked gracefully to the desk that had been placed.

In order to show his respect, Nangong Situ specially asked Eunuch Zhang from the palace to write a question. This would not only show his highest respect for him, but also make him take more care of his daughter.

In order to maintain his image as an official, Eunuch Zhang deliberately held back his smile and drank tea calmly when he saw Miss Nangong's paintings. In fact, his heart had already collapsed from laughter, so he completely forgot the title of the poem he had thought up before.

Finally, he casually pointed to the vast night sky and said, "Let's take the moon as the topic."

As soon as the topic came up, all the beauties wrote like gods, but Miss Nangong stared at the pen in a daze, and then picked up the pen to brush on the paper a few times, but after two strokes, it seemed that something was wrong, so she stretched out her hand and rubbed the paper. Make a ball and throw it back.

"Ouch." The ball of paper was just thrown in the face of a beautiful woman.

Lin Xiaorou was taken aback for a moment, thinking that it was over!

The village owner had specifically told her that Nangong Jing's temperament was gentle and quiet, but now she is like a wild horse who has left, completely following her own temperament.

She raised her eyes secretly and looked towards an extremely dark corner.

Mu Jianchen, dressed in black, was watching her carefully.

In fact, Mu Jianchen was also very helpless. He thought Lin Xiaorou would be a good partner, but the result told her that there is no worst, only worse.

But the arrow has been wound and shot, how can it be turned back, anyway, it's enough to mess up the beauty pageant anyway, if things are not perfect, just return some money to Huo Qihan.

It's just that the chicken pecking rice map completely subverted his ideas, but he never dared to laugh out loud.

However, Lin Xiaorou's throwing the ball of paper onto the face of the beautiful woman in the back really made him feel tighter, this girl must not make any more mistakes, otherwise it would be a headache if someone exposed it on the spot.

Lin Xiaorou sighed, holding the pen and looking at the inkstone with great difficulty.

Writing poems and inscriptions, wouldn't that kill her!
In this life, I only went to school for two years. Later, my parents passed away, and I was kicked out of the school because of my ugliness. So far, I can write very few words. It is better to let her write poetry than to roll around.

"Boom."

Just as she was sighing helplessly, the back of her head was suddenly hit by a soft object. Although it was not heavy, it was quite painful.

Lin Xiaorou already had resentment in her heart, but when she was hit by this blow, she immediately turned around and shouted, "Who hit my old lady."

Not only was everyone dumbfounded by this roar, even Huo Qihan and Mu Jianchen were stunned.

"I smashed it, but I repaid the other person in the same way as the other person. Just now you hit me with this ball of paper, and I was just paying back."

A beautiful woman in a blue shirt slowly stood up from the chair, with a faint smile on her face that seemed innocent.

Lin Xiaorou immediately understood that her ball of paper had just hit this girl, so she couldn't vent her anger, she couldn't vent her anger, so she just pursed her mouth and said "oh", and then she was about to sit down.

Unexpectedly, the woman came to her desk and bent down to pick up the ball of paper.

"Please move your feet."

Lin Xiaorou looked down at the ball of paper at her feet, bowed down to pick it up to express her apology and returned it to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman smiled and leaned over, so that their heads were brought together.

"If you don't have the ability, get out of here quickly, don't take away everyone's hope."

Lin Xiaorou's hands froze, and when she came back to her senses, the woman had already picked up the ball of paper and sat quietly in her seat as if nothing had happened.

Get out, who is she telling to get out!Why fuck off!She wanted to get out, but could Mu Jianchen agree to get out now?
I have heard many ugly words in my life, but Lin Xiaorou was very angry at today's sentence, she was grinding her teeth and clutching the pen tightly in her hand, Nangong Situ's face was completely blackened under the stage, and her teeth were also the same It rattled.

If there were not so many pairs of eyes watching, he would have rushed to see if this was his quiet and elegant daughter Nangong Jing!
wait!Why has my daughter been covered with a veil since she entered the garden, she has neither typhoid fever nor headache.

Nangong Situ was startled suddenly, he hurriedly stood up and summoned a servant to whisper a few words.

The boy nodded, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Huo Qihan was also hidden in the darkness, echoing Mu Jianchen's position on the left and right.

When he saw the boy leave, he wanted to follow, but he was too curious about what surprises the woman brought by Mu Jianchen would bring to everyone, so he stood in the shadow quietly He looked at Lin Xiaorou.

Lin Xiaorou looked up and saw that all the beauties had already filled the small rice paper with beautiful characters densely, but her own paper was empty.

"It's time. Splendid beauties, please put down your pens."

Following a voice, all the beauties present put down their pens, Lin Xiaorou also put down their pens, and looked up at the sky boredly.

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