Ran Ziwan's painting is called "Hundred Charms and Fragrances", and she paints thousands of ladies who are frowning above the flower banquet, with a posture of hanging their heads and putting down their brushes, one cheek and one cluster, and the moment is beautiful. The rarity of the painting lies not in the brushwork she uses, but in the improvisation...... On the flower banquet, everyone held their breath and condensed, the water sleeves were horizontal, and the lady was copied.

The first thing that catches your eye is the mulberry tree outside the main hall, and then it is Hu Yao who is sitting in the farthest part of the main hall, and is thinking deeply, and in the middle is the five surnames and seven wang and all the other famous families, followed by the first product military marquis mansion, again the palace of the loyal prince, and then to the emperor Zhenhou who is very powerful above the high hall, even if it is the maid waiting on the side above the flower banquet hall, one by one jumped on the paper.

On the scroll, I saw a woman wearing green silk obliquely, squinting at the posture of everyone copying. That woman is none other than Ran Ziwan's self. At that time, more than half of the time of the Wenmo competition was passed, and many ladies had already closed their pens and cleaned their hands. But Ran Ziwan never started writing, and the maid Zique next to him was very anxious.

In fact, Ran Ziwan was watching at that time, and the people under the stands began to smear. Everyone's picture scroll is prepared, it is the previous vision in the chest, but what Ran Ziwan painted is the flower banquet of the present.

In the corner of the picture scroll, in the middle of the summer, the night is full of anger, Cui Qianqiu's face is arrogant, Zhen Yang'er's eyes are like silk drifting towards the wind, the wind is light, the wind is light and the ink is clear, Yun Xiu squeezed his eyebrows and looked at Yun Po's arms, and the beast spirit shrank his head and hid his brain......

Even with Xuan Geyu's hand slightly hooked, the tea in the cup surged, and they were all rippled by the copied water waves...... In the end, even the handmaid knocked over the silver basin of cleaning hands was drawn by Ran Ziwan in the next volume!

The sound of dogs and horses, the length is huge. The painting is the whole flower banquet, more like the world! And she only took less than a stick of incense, who can say that this is not a superb ink?

"Good painting!"

"It's really a beautiful painting!"

"I suddenly felt that the previous paintings were too stingy, and the copy in front of me was ...... It's really skilled!"

What Li Lao said is that this woman's painting style is magnificent...... It really doesn't look like it came from a woman!"

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“…… Didn't you say that the sick seedling didn't learn and couldn't do anything?"

"Rumors...... It's not credible!"

"The daughter of the rising sun, live up to her mother!"

"The county lord of Ziwan can't help but look like the moon, and this talent is also ...... Sure, if Young Master Ben can marry her and go back to the house, what a glory it would be!"

"Young Master Liu, before Young Master Ben speaks, you will be exempted! Can you compare with me in terms of family assets and titles? I am going to marry this beauty!"

"Didn't you marry the daughter of the Zhen clan before?"

"The daughter of the Zhen family is nothing more than that? This young master can first marry the lord of Ziwan County as his wife, and then go to a concubine from the Zhen Mansion as a concubine. Anyway, there are countless daughters in Zhenfu, and according to the official position of this young master's father, Zhenfu is naturally willing to complete this marriage, and when the time comes, ...... Beauty, the young master of fame and fortune has taken it all!"

"Young Master Jin...... My son is invincible!"

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In addition to the old man's admiration, many young people from the family who were guests in the audience also began to discuss loudly at this time.

The old gentleman, who was called Li, closed his eyes at the moment, as if he was about to fall asleep. It seems that I didn't hear the exclamation under the flower banquet in the main hall at this moment!

Emperor Zhen was stunned for a while, the Yu wrench in his hand almost fell to the ground during the reading, and the deep old eyes carefully looked at the place of proportion on the scroll in the hand of the maidservant, and refused to fall, looking very serious, and couldn't bear to miss it at all.

""Hundred Mei Shengxiang", this is the text and ink of the late county lord of Duanjun Wangfuzi, the reason why there is no ranking. It's not because the county lord of Ziwan has a bad reputation! it's because this painting has gone beyond the regulations of the flower banquet. Since it exceeds the highest regulation of the flower banquet lady, it is natural that it cannot succumb to the ranking of the flower banquet. The woman in ink raised her arms and raised her chin slightly. "If you have to give this painting a ranking, it is above the first place, the first one!"

"Naturally...... Naturally, he is subservient! The leader is naturally worthy of duty!" Countless echoing voices sounded below, and there was no flattery, no tendency to be inflammatory, and that was a heartfelt admiration.

"You woman, you can hold your breath!" Xuan Ge smiled lowly, and the secret words once again poured into Ran Ziwan's eardrums.

"Some people like to beat themselves up, how can I stir up the situation? The county lord just wants those people to know: In this world, not only the daughters of the Zhen family have brains. "Ran Ziwan looks very innocent, she did it on purpose, she just waited for those people to drill into it.

"Well, she's right, the county lord of Ziwan really has everything!" Xuan Ge laughed inexplicably.

"What?" Ran Ziwan frowned.

"Didn't that Princess Rong say it, the county lord of Ziwan...... There are brains, there ...... Is it big?hehe......" Xuan Ge laughed happily, so clearly outside the Flower Banquet Hall, Hua Xiangrong Those bastard words were listened to by this evil young man!

"Ahem...... "Ahem" The damn magic sound was obviously mockery, but Ran Ziwan couldn't help but blush his cheeks.

"The way you blush...... Very good!" Xuan Ge continued.

"Die!" Ran Ziwan flew up a cup and hit Xuan Ge. One is puzzled, two, three ......

Xuan Ge ignored the gazes of others, took the cups thrown by Ran Ziwan one by one, took them with extremely gentle movements, and then placed them on the table. That's so spoiled, the corners of his mouth are unabashedly raised, and the spring breeze between his eyebrows and eyes is wrinkled.

There was not much left on the table. Ran Ziwan glanced at the maid beside her, and saw a hula exclamation, the woman had been thrown out, and the direction was directed at Xuan Ge.

"Ah...... Boom...... Bang ......" The maid's exclamation stopped abruptly, and she had fainted in mid-air. It was the dull sound of the servant girl landing on the ground.

Xuan Ge didn't move at all, and he didn't care about himself. Didn't mean to take the servant girl at all!

In this way, I am afraid that the woman's life is not guaranteed! I saw Yun Po holding it in his arms with one hand and carrying the servant girl with the other.

"Young master!" The dark guard beside Xuan Ge looked at the two people in front of him with a dark green face at the moment, and the master would definitely not touch other women. Although I also have ...... , but if you stand by and watch, the handmaid's blood will be splashed on the spot, I'm afraid it will be difficult to clean up!

"You're doing a great job!" Xuan Ge hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, he didn't even look at it, and his eyes were full of deep smiles.

"You've got a kind!" Ran Zi grinded his teeth late.

"Hehe......" Xuan Ge laughed lowly, his voice was very pleasant,

"You're so lively!" Emperor Zhen looked at the audience and glared at Xuan Ge, as if he ...... That stinky boy cares about that girl!

"Lord Ziwan, his nature is really tyrannical! he almost died!" Princess Zhenjun exclaimed exaggeratedly, the child was a variable.

The literary test is nearing the end, and the child's copied paintings are afraid to ...... No one questioned her ranking anymore. Now there is only one chess skill left. At this time, for the Zhenfu ...... I'm afraid it's not good.

(To be continued.) )