Thinking of her as a princess of a country, how could she do such a rude thing.

She clenched her silver teeth, but the brush in front of her seemed to be against her, and she moved her feet, and she couldn't hold it up anyway. In a fit of rage, Zhao Yinger reached out and grabbed the brush and stuffed it into her thumb and index finger.

The painting she had imagined in her mind was that she couldn't draw it anyway, the brush under her feet was crooked, and she couldn't even draw a straight line, but after a while, the rice paper in front of her became a mess of black, and she couldn't see what was drawn at all.

Relatively speaking, Feng Qingge is much more chic, the little foot is holding a brush, sweeping on the rice paper, and the crooked painting is not much better than Zhao Yinger's.

Burst......

Seeing Zhao Ying'er's deflated appearance, Mu Cangyun raised the corners of her mouth and shook her head helplessly.

Zheng Zixu, who was standing on the side, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but he was not as irritable as a monkey, and when facing Murong Hao, he was a little less crazy and a little more reserved. After all, he holds one-third of the financial power of Yun Kingdom, so naturally he can't lose his identity.

In normal times, Zheng Zixu must have applauded and laughed at Zhao Ying'er. It's just that this will add unnecessary trouble to Mu Cangyun.

"That's it!" After the incense was burned, Feng Qingge's right foot sank, and the brush caught in his toe flew out and smashed Murong Mo's cheek.

"You!" Murong Mo's face changed even more, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the ink on his face, eager to swallow Feng Qingge into his stomach.

Clapping his hands, Feng Qingge hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my feet are numb after painting for so long, I'm really sorry." Your Majesty, the time has come, please look at our paintings. ”

The two pieces of rice paper that were a mess were presented at the same time, and Murong Hao frowned even more, these two things were all ink, where could I see what was drawn.

"Your Majesty, Qingge has long heard that the princess of Qi is knowledgeable, knowledgeable, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, guns and sticks. This is a small painting, I'm afraid that Qingge is in a weak position. After all, Qingge is just a little waste of the Feng family, and he has not learned calligraphy and painting before he has written a pen, so I am afraid that the princess will see a joke. Taking a step forward, Feng Qingge pursed her lips lightly.

Her eyes were smiling, and the corners of her mouth were gently raised upward, like a little fox. Feng Qingge arched his hand and laughed softly: "Qingge is self-aware, but according to the rules, the emperor also needs to say what he paints." The princess of Qi is stronger than the man, and the things she draws are unmatched, right? ”

"Poof!" Zheng Zixu almost spewed out a mouthful of spittle, and immediately erected a black folding fan to block half of his face, twisting the flesh on his thighs vigorously, holding back his smile. This Tangyuan sister, she is slapping Zhao Ying'er in the face!

Zhao Ying'er's face couldn't be darker, Feng Qingge held her status so high, but in fact, they were painting with their feet, and the things that were painted were even more miserable, this Feng Qingge was clearly mocking her!

Since she was a child, no one has laughed at her like this, she just feels that there is something in her mouth, and she can't wait to strangle the dead fat man in front of her. Seeing the death-free gold medal in hand, is it going to fly like this?

Murong Hao's face turned cold, looking at the two messy pictures, he just coughed lightly: "Draw, I, I really can't see your painting situation." ”

"That's embarrassing, draw. Your Royal Highness Princess, do you look at this third game? The sharp mangs in her eyes flashed, and Feng Qingge stopped standing straight, her dark eyes were full of strange brilliance, and her whole body exuded a breathing aura.

Even Murong Chu, who was sitting on the table, couldn't help but be stunned, he put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at the dark eyes of Feng Qingge, only to feel that those Danfeng eyes were as dazzling as stars in the dark night. An inexplicable feeling came to his mind, Murong Chu frowned slightly, how could he be attracted by a waste, not to mention, he looked so infiltrating.

"Compare, why not? Feng Qingge, you just won one game, if both of you have a win and a draw, you will add a game to determine the winner! Murong Mo gritted his teeth and said, the ink on his face had not been wiped off, and the whole person looked as funny as a clown.

Feng Qingge smiled contemptuously, his right hand was lightly hooked, his eyes were like crescent moons, and he smiled softly: "Let the horse come, what is the third game like?" ”

At present, archery and painting have been compared, and there is nothing to choose from in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. In this third game, we can't afford to lose again. With a frown, Murong Hao glanced around the gap, immediately raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Since it is a birthday, how can you do it without singing and dancing." In this third game, it is necessary to sing and dance, and the songs sung must also have charm. ”

When Zhao Ying'er heard it, the corners of her mouth were almost pulled behind her ears, there are many artists singing songs on the Xingyue Continent, most of them are sung with poems made by them, plus special tunes, which have a unique flavor. In the Qi Kingdom, she learned to sing from the scholars, but now this third game is extremely easy for her.

On the other hand, Feng Qingge, the waste lady of the Feng family, usually rarely even goes out of the house, how can she sing, I am afraid that as soon as she speaks, they will be suppressed by this rough voice.

For a while, the winner was revealed in an instant, and there was no need to guess to know who won and who lost this game.

"Ying'er took the order, but this third game, isn't it a little unfair to Miss Feng. I think, Miss Feng can just sing and dance, and sing a few sentences at will. Pursing her lips and smiling, Zhao Ying'er raised her eyebrows arrogantly.

Rubbing his temples helplessly, Feng Qingge smiled like a fly: "I think the princess should prepare early, singing and dancing also need artistic conception and charm, this rag strip, dressed like a loofah, even I can't stand it." ”

"Who do you say is a loofah!" Zhao Ying'er almost vomited blood, her blue drop skirt was made a few months ago, and it was completely made for her, which can highlight her two long legs and attract the attention of men.

She is a star master in the middle of the Yellow Order, and she can use star power to keep warm, but she is not afraid of freezing, but when Feng Qingge said this, she undoubtedly slapped her with a big mouth.

"Little ruffian, come here, do you want to see me dance?" Shaking the fat all over his body, Feng Qingge patted his fake belly and smiled.

The fluctuating fat was surging, and Feng Qingge didn't notice it at all, and the people around him had already vomited out. It would be nice if they were to watch the beauties dance, but the wind in front of them was singing lightly, so don't look at it!

"Poof, my Tangyuan sister, don't bother me, I, I don't have this hobby, if you bet with me, I'm willing." Zheng Zixu cried with a sad face, and looked at Feng Qingge helplessly. To be honest, compared to dancing, even he didn't believe that Feng Qingge could win against Zhao Ying'er.

Seeing that Zhao Ying'er went down to change his clothes, he could only hang his head and said bitterly: "There is no chance of winning at all, Sister Tangyuan, you better give up, anyway, there is still a decisive victory in the future!" ”

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