Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 157 [Sure enough, it is very comparable...]

"Well, let me draw a picture. If you get the answer right, we will admit defeat and accept the punishment. If you don't get the answer right, the punishment will be cancelled, okay?" Jing Lingke's mind was racing. It seems that people in her 21st century randomly ask two idiom questions that they haven't seen before, and he will definitely not be able to answer them!

Ah ha ha……

He snatched the pen from his hand...

The brush is full of pride, but just touching the paper, Jing Lingke feels like crying without tears... This brush is so soft, the brush... It seems that the brush is what she hates the most...

The writing is like a caterpillar, let alone painting, I am afraid that if I draw it, I don’t know it...

Not to mention the kind of difficult painting.

Think about what she is best at painting?

Jing Lingke tilted her head, a bird flew by outside the car window... Jing Lingke smiled sinisterly, the bird was startled, and fell in mid-air...

Jing Lingke was silent for a few seconds before she rolled up her sleeves handsomely and began to draw the ducklings that she knew when she was three years old... Today is Tuesday, and she scored zero in the exam...

Murong Xuebai twitched the corners of her mouth, she had to recite formulas while painting, Linger was indeed very comparable...

All right……

Jing Lingke put away the brush, and handed the painting to Murong Xuebai, "Mine is relatively simple...so...if you guess wrong, you should be punished with double...that is to say, if you cancel my part, you will be punished. To accept a punishment!"

Jing Lingke let out a small laugh, and glanced at her own painting, but she didn't realize what it was... Actually, it wasn't that she didn't draw well, it was mainly because there was something wrong with the brush... All the paintings were black dots one by one !

It was originally a drawing of a duck and a little chicken. The duck is made up of N small black dots, and you may not be able to tell where the wings are... and the little chicken is just a big black dot... what? Can't tell anything...

When Murong Xuebai looked at that painting, she immediately burst into tears. If this could be a painting...then his paintings are the most perfect...

"Ling'er, you want me to be punished on purpose..." Murong Xuebai raised her eyebrows, she dared to say my relatively simple words, she really underestimated her own "ability"!

(End of this chapter)