Qiu Mao felt that she hadn't said a few words smoothly since she saw Murong Lingfeng, "Before the competition started, you called us weak, what do you mean?"

"Literally!" Murong Lingfeng said lightly, "Do you think that Qianyun Academy is just a simple small academy? Qianyun Academy only accepts ten students every four years, and these ten students are trained by twenty-seven great Confucian scholars according to their aptitude. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThey have a good foundation and get the best education, so they are naturally the best in terms of knowledge. Murong Lingfeng looked at Yun Mo, "Xihua values literature over martial arts, if you say that you let Yun Mo compete with Xihua in martial arts, you will definitely win." In the same way, if you want to fight with Qianyun Academy, you will definitely lose!"

Even Shui Yunyan, who is indifferent to fame and fortune, is uncomfortable listening to Murong Lingfeng's words, not to mention Qiu Mao, who is already arrogant, "Listening to the meaning of the little boy, he is very familiar with Qianyun Academy!"

"The two of us have recognized Qi Sheng, the dean of Qianyun Academy, as our master since we were children, and we have lived in Qianyun Academy for a year, so we can be regarded as half of Qianyun Academy's students. Murong Lingxue and Ouyang Feifei walked in, followed by Yun Han. The two of them smiled, it seems that this trip to Yuqing Division has gained a lot.

They actually have such a relationship with Qianyun Academy, which everyone didn't expect. But also, the Murong family was already good friends with Xihua, and the queen mother of Xihua, they still had to call their aunt and grandmother.

Qiu Ting counted on her fingers on the side—she liked the Holy Prince, the Second Prince, the Emperor Chu, and now she has become a student of Qianyun Academy, how can she feel that the distance between them is getting farther and farther away? Her hope of surpassing the little prince marrying the Holy Prince is even more slim.

Qiu Mao's eyes also changed when he looked at Murong Lingfeng, he was disdainful before, but now he has become hostile, "Since the little boy is a student of Qianyun Academy, why don't we compare them today to see if your Qianyun Academy is superior, or if our seventh son of Chu Jing is superior!"

"Xiao Mao, Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, how can you be the same as Tang Mu!" Shui Yunyan said sharply.

However, this kind of thing is afraid that someone next to me will follow and coax. As soon as Ouyang Feifei heard that she was going to compete, she agreed before Murong Lingfeng could say anything, "Okay!

Murong Lingfeng was disdainful, "Just you?" she looked at Qiu Mao and shook her head, "You are probably the weakest among the seven sons of Chu Jing! You are not qualified to be the opponent of the young master, call your boss here!"

Qiu Mao was not convinced, but he still glanced at Shui Yunyan.

Shui Yunyan had no choice, knowing that he saluted Murong Lingfeng, "Yunyan is not talented, he is the head of the seven sons of Chujing, if the little boy does not dislike it, he is willing to learn from the little son." ”

"Okay, for the sake of fairness, since this competition was proposed by me, why is it better for you to decide?" Murong Lingfeng was not pretentious, and agreed to him immediately.

Shui Yunyan smiled, "I can't be considered an all-rounder, and I know a little bit, so it's better to choose the best of the little boy." ”

Murong Lingfeng raised her head and thought about it, what is she best at?

"I think Jun Yan, you better change it. Ouyang Feifei interjected on the side, "Feng'er is the only descendant of the Nine Deaths Valley, and the best thing is naturally medical skills. The medical skills of the Nine Deaths Valley can live the flesh and bones of the dead!

Shui Yunyan didn't expect this, "Medical skills, Yunyan only knows a little bit about it, and he has never seen a doctor, where do he dare to compete with the little boy." "He has one thing to say, and if it doesn't work, he just admits it.

"Since the young master is fighting as half a student of Qianyun Academy, he naturally won't use the ability to learn in the Nine Dead Valley. I, Murong Lingfeng, have been cultivated by the twenty-seven great Confucians of Qianyun Academy since I was a child, and I can be regarded as knowing everything, but none of them are proficient. It's better to choose what you are best at!"

"The seven sons of Chu Jing have their own strengths, if you talk about the head of the seven sons, Shui Yunyan, it must be his superb painting skills. Two more people walked in at the door, the person walking in front was dressed in plain clothes, smiling, and looked in good spirits, and he was the one who spoke, "Why don't you let Feng'er and Shui Yunyan compare this painting skill today, and it can be regarded as a warm-up for the competition between Qizi and Qianyun Academy!"

The two people who came just now were not ordinary, everyone stood up and respectfully saluted the plain-clothed man, "Your Majesty!"

Nangong Qingtian waved his hand and asked them all to sit down, "Lone is Weifu came here just to see what happened to Xiao Feng'er." You don't have to be polite, you don't have any burden, it's the same as just now, you have to say whatever you want!" The emperor and the ninth prince also took a bench and sat down, and pinched the two shrimp balls of the little prince and walked away.

Yun Mo looked at these big guys who could stomp their feet and Nan Chu could shake three shocks sitting in front of his kitchen so disregarded, and couldn't help but hide his mouth and laugh, "Shall we change places?"

"This place is very good, why change it?" Emperor Chu was the first to raise an objection, he glanced at Yun Mo, "Go and fry the two dishes again, I only know that you still have this skill today!

"Excuse me!" Yun Mo refused unceremoniously, "The minister will only cook for one person in his life, if Uncle Huang is not full, I will call my cook to fry two for you!" After speaking, he really got up and called the cook.

Emperor Chu shook his head and teased the Nine Princes beside him, "See, Lone's face is not as good as Xiao Feng'er!"

Nangong Qingye just glanced at Murong Lingfeng, stretched out his hand and handed over a brocade box, "Purple shirt wood." ”

Murong Lingfeng opened the box and saw that it was indeed a large piece of hundred-year-old purple shirt wood, and the little prince immediately looked up at the Nine Princes with a smile, "Thank you!" Anyway, she has already received so many gifts from the Nine Princes, and this one is not bad. One of them was happy, and the other was comfortable, as if this was the way they should get along with each other.

Emperor Chu looked sideways, "You are still currying favor with Xiao Feng'er?"

"It's not to please," the Ninth Prince was probably a little thirsty, and begged for a bowl to drink, "As long as I can find it, I will find it for her." "He just wants to spoil the little boy like this, he has no purpose and no reason.

His younger brother is so boring. If you are good to a person, you will only pile up all the good things in front of that person with your heart and lungs, never say a word, and never ask for anything in return. Emperor Chu could only sigh secretly in his heart, hoping that he would not be empty again this time. "Didn't you just talk about the competition? Why didn't you talk about it?" Emperor Chu provoked the topic again, "I happened to catch up today, so I just joined in to be a referee." He looked at Shui Yunyan, "I heard that your danqing is a must-have in Chujing, why don't you and Xiaofeng'er make a danqing for Gu today." ”

It was the first time for Shui Yunyan to see Emperor Chu so closely, and he was a little restrained, "grass people ......"

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this won't work. Lord Wu interrupted him, "Your Danqing painting scrolls must be made by court painters, and those that are recorded in the book cannot be done at will." ”

What Nangong Hao said is also true, so how can it be good now? Emperor Chu didn't want to miss this big excitement, he swept around the people in the courtyard, and suddenly had an idea, "Lonely Danqing can't be, then the ninth brother is no problem, right? ”

Murong Lingfeng and Shui Yunyan had no objections. They didn't pick a place, so they set up a table in the courtyard of the kitchen, picked up a paintbrush, and painted.

Shui Yunyan carefully observed the Nine Princes, and was very cautious with every stroke. On the other hand, Murong Lingfeng didn't even pick up the paintbrush, and was still chewing and slowly eating the extra food that Yun Mo gave her.

Emperor Chu couldn't help but come over to tease her, "We have a time limit, an hour, and when the time comes, I won't open the back door for you." ”

"Got it. Murong Lingfeng said nonchalantly, "The young master hasn't eaten for more than twenty days, are you letting me go hungry to paint?"

"There is a ninth brother watching, where dare you not eat Lone!" Emperor Chu remembered the thrill of their Gu relief that day, and couldn't help but sigh a little, "You always said that you don't like Lone, but in the end, didn't you save Lone?"

Murong Lingfeng glanced at him, "This was originally the task given to me by my father, otherwise what would I do in Chujing?"

"What do you want? As long as Lone can do it, Lone will promise you all!" Emperor Chu promised her in a low voice.

Murong Lingfeng didn't understand what was going on today, why did he want to give her something?" "You still owe me a feast, when do you plan to pay it back?"

Emperor Chu laughed, "How about tomorrow? He paused, then continued, "However, this is what Lone promised you before, and it is different from the reward that Lone is going to give you today. You think about it, when you think about it, and when you tell Lonely. ”

"If you want to repay the grace of saving your life, then you don't have to, I said a long time ago, this is the task that my father gave me, and it has nothing to do with you. Murong Lingfeng pulled the last bite into his mouth, "Of course, according to the rules of the Nine Dead Valley, my 100,000 taels of gold can be sent over when the emperor is free!"

Emperor Chu nodded, "This is nature. However, Lone's promise still has to be given! You have been in Chujing for so long, and the ninth brother has given you so many gifts, and Lone has never given anything, this promise is just your Lone's meeting gift to you. Think about it, what do you want?"

Murong Lingfeng nodded, which was considered to be in response to Emperor Chu.

She wiped her hands and came to the bookcase, Murong Lingxue had already studied a piece of ink for her and handed her the brush. Murong Lingxue whispered in her ear, "Taking such a big advantage, you can't lose." ”

Murong Lingfeng secretly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Don't worry, how can the young master lose?"

Murong Lingfeng painted extremely fast, his eyes stayed on the drawing paper, and he didn't look at the Nine Princes who were sitting in front of him as a model.

Murong Lingfeng didn't start until Shui Yunyan was halfway through his painting, but he put down his brush a stick of incense before him. She set the painting aside and took up a second one. By the time Shui Yunyan finished handing in the paper, Murong Lingfeng's second sheet was also finished.

Qiu Mao sneered on the side, "Is it that the first one is too badly drawn, so you have to draw another one to make up the number?"

Everyone else has this idea, or how could they have gotten two more?

Unexpectedly, Murong Lingfeng directly threw the second one to Yun Mo, "Give it to you!"

Yun Mo took the scroll and felt happy in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face, and he carefully put it away.

Qiu Ting watched from the sidelines, and she was even more aggrieved in her heart, she has been by Yun Mo's side since she was a child, but when did Yun Mo ever have such tenderness for her?

Wu Wang Ye and the Second Wang Ye picked up a Danqing and held it up in front of everyone, and the nine princes on the two paintings are very similar to the main master, but the feeling is completely different.

Nangong Qingye is the most beautiful man in Chujing, and his facial features are naturally delicate and delicate. But this excessively delicate face is the serious illness of the Nine Princes, and anyone who mentions his beauty in front of him will be retaliated by him. This is a big taboo of the Nine Princes, and everyone in Chu Jing knows it. Shui Junyan is naturally aware of this matter. He deliberately used strong lines in his painting style, intending to cater to the identity of the Nine Princes, the god of war of Nanchu. This painting really shows the resolute side of the Nine Princes, and even Emperor Chu is full of praise.

However, Murong Lingfeng's paintings are quite different. The first feeling of Nangong Qingye on the painting is beauty, so beautiful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it. However, these are not the point, the focus is on the sorrow and doting in the eyes of the Nine Princes. This faint affection softened the fierce aura around Nangong Qingye's body. He is like a king who has finally found his home, and he comes to you humbly with all his pride.

Everyone looked at the Nine Princes together, only to see him look at Murong Lingfeng beyond everyone's sight, his expression was the same as in the painting, even the tear mole was the same emotion. Emperor Chu was suddenly startled, he hadn't noticed it before, but now it's like this...... Emperor Chu looked at Nangong Qingye quietly, and looked at Nangong Yunmo, I hope he thought too much.

In this way, the superior is discerning. Shui Yunyan is also a loser, he saluted Murong Lingfeng, "The little boy's painting skills are really exquisite, and Yunyan is convinced." ”

"You're not bad either. However, the first element of painting is actually observation, which cannot be taken for granted. The person in your mind is always your own imagination, not him. Murong Lingfeng pretended to be profound.

Murong Lingxue knocked on the little prince's head, "It's just a coincidence that I won, what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending! This competition, you don't have to worry too much, after all, Feng'er has been with the Nine Princes for a long time, and knows the Nine Princes better than Shui Gongzi, so this competition was not fair from the beginning." But then again, when Feng'er was studying at Qianyun Academy, her homework was always the worst, and her level was not representative of Qianyun Academy. ”

Shui Yunyan and the Qiu family sisters and brothers came proudly and left dejectedly.

Before leaving, Qiu Ting quietly approached Murong Lingfeng's side, "Do you think the Holy Lord really loves you? You are wrong that what is hidden in the black box under his bed is the person he loves the most!"