"In this box there are notes from one to twenty, just like the number of you, each of you has a relative number in front of it, and the note drawn at the back of the book says something, and the corresponding person will come up and show your talents, how!"

Luo Jia's hand was on the wooden box, and the last word 'how' was like an inquiry, but the meaning of the whole sentence was already a statement.

"Yes"

Everyone should be together.

How, what can they do but do it!

"Okay, get started"

Luo Jia grabbed the round mouth of the wooden box and shook it a few times, and the digital notes inside were about to be scattered, as if he was shaking the dice.

Luo Jia put down the wooden box and put her hand inside, but she didn't immediately take out the note, and her eyes swept over everyone one by one.

Suddenly, Luo Jia, who was originally sitting in a chair dignifiedly, leaned back, her dignified smile had been replaced by a light lift, her eyebrows and eyes had become indifferent, and the breath of the whole person suddenly became cold and alienated.

This sudden change shocked everyone who was expecting to be the first to be drawn, and a few of them shook their bodies very cooperatively.

Beicheng Aotian raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had known that Luo Jia would change like this.

"Ling, Lingxue, why do I feel that the weather has suddenly become a lot colder?"

Anqin gathered her cloak.

"Number Eight"

Luo Jia had already pulled out the first note, unfolded it and wrote a character inside, Luo Jia raised her eyes and said, "Miss Lin"

Lin Yulan, who was drawn, let go of her hand, and the half-eaten pastry fell on the table, and she stood up in a panic, "Yes, yes"

"What's your talent?"

Luo Jia looked at Lin Yulan, whose face was already a little pale, and asked.

"After returning to the emperor, the calligraphy of the ministers and courtiers is slightly better than that of the qin and chess"

Lin Yulan was so frightened that she was a little trembling when she spoke.

Luo Jia waved his hand, and the two eunuchs moved a table and lined it with paper, ink, pen and inkstone, "Miss Lin, you just follow the sentence at the end of the book, 'The snow is too late in spring, so the trees in the garden are flying flowers.'" 'Write it again'

Lin Yulan looked at the paper that Caidie took to her from Luo Jia's hand, and just now the emperor said, "The snow is too late in spring, so the garden trees are flying flowers."

Lin Yulan saw this kind of writing, she couldn't write, she couldn't write this kind of calligraphy.

Luo Jia looked at Lin Yulan, who hadn't written for a long time, and said, "Miss Lin, I don't want you to write according to the same calligraphy, but write that poem in your own way."

"The courtiers are stupid"

Lin Yulan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she wrote this poem in her own way.

Soon Lin Yulan wrote this poem, and the two eunuchs presented the poem she had written.

Luo Jia looked at Lin Yulan's writing, and raised the corners of her mouth again, her calligraphy is good, but it .......

Beicheng Aotian also looked at the two calligraphys, Lin Yulan wrote the seal script that he could understand, and Luo Jia wrote although he could understand it, but it would not be too sloppy.

"Originally, it was cursive"

Luo Jia saw the meaning in Beicheng Aotian's eyes.

The cursive structure is simple and economical, with continuous strokes.

"Miss Lin, are you still sick?"

Luo Jia did not comment on her calligraphy, but asked about her illness.

Hearing this, Lin Yulan showed a smile and said, "After returning to the emperor, the illness of the courtiers has been stabilized."

"Since it is stable, why is this calligraphy so weak?"

Luo Jia looked at the words she had just written, some of them were thicker, and some were lighter, which was because the people who wrote them used different forces.

"This ......"

Lin Yulan just wanted to answer, she was a little shivering with cold just now, but when she thought of today's weather, the clothes she was wearing couldn't be considered thin.

And she shivered because of the cold air that the emperor had just emitted.

Luo Jia said again, "The face is so pale, is the body weak?"

"Courtiers, courtiers"

Lin Yulan only has two words left, and she doesn't know what to do.

She is not sick or in pain, so she must not be able to answer yes, if she says no, her pale face cannot be said to have been frozen by the emperor and queen.

However, before she could think about how to answer, it was as if she heard Luo Jia say again, "I am weak, but I can't serve anyone"

After that, Luo Jia picked up the pen and scratched it on the paper on the table, as if something had been crossed out.

"Next, Number Ten"

Luo Jia had already pulled out the second note.

Luo Jia waved her hand, Lin Yulan could only sit back to her place, she lowered her head and waited for the people sitting next to her to give her a mocking word, but she sat down for a long time and didn't hear a word, as if the sentence 'weak body, but can't serve people' just now was only heard by herself.

"Courtier Yang Shuqing participated in the emperor"

Stepping forward was a girl in a pale green dress, Luo Jia looked at her and asked, "What will you do?"

"Courtiers can paint"

Yang Shuqing replied.

"Yes"

Luo Jia nodded, as if thinking about something, looked at the paper placed by the eunuch and said to Yang Shuqing, "Miss Yang, you are good at painting, and it happens that there is a painting behind the book, so you can make a picture for the queen."

Luo Jia stroked her sleeves, as if tidying up, and then leaned back, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

"Let's get started"

"This ......"

Yang Shuqing was stunned, and the emperor meant to ask her to draw her on the back of the chair.

"What? Miss Yang didn't dare, or did she ......"

Still unwilling!

"Courtiers are painting"

Yang Shuqing lifted the brush uneasily, what should she do!

It's a big deal to paint the emperor, if the painting is good, then it's over, if the painting is not good, what will be the end?

Because Luo Jia had just released the cold air and froze all the people, coupled with Lin Yulan's incident, Yang Shuqing's uneasiness in her heart became even heavier, so the hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble a little.

She kept telling herself in her heart to be calm and calm, so that she could paint well.

Almost half an hour later, Yang Shuqing put down the pen and said respectfully, "The emperor and the queen, the courtiers have finished painting"

"Present"

Beicheng Aotian said, because she looked at Luo Jia's appearance, as if she was about to fall asleep, if this Yang Shuqing painted a little longer, Luo Jia would definitely fall asleep.

The eunuch held the painting, his eyes lit up, Miss Yang's painting is really good, the emperor and queen in this painting are as beautiful as the real person, the appearance of sitting on the chair is like a mirror, this painting is like a mirror placed in front of the emperor.

The painting was put in front of Beicheng Aotian, Beicheng Aotian was also surprised, I didn't expect this Miss Yang to draw Luo Jia in such a short time, Luo Jia put one hand on her cheek to support her head, and the other hand held a wine glass, painting this lazy sitting posture vividly, just like a real person.

Luo Jia looked at the painting, didn't open her mouth for a long time, just stared at the painting like that, as if she was also attracted by the painting, looking at the appearance of the emperor and the queen, the corners of Yang Shuqing's mouth were slightly hooked, she was confident that her painting was perfect.

Luo Jia put down the wine glass, reached out and touched the painting, from the head down, to the cheeks, to the mouth and then the nose, and finally Luo Jia put her hand on the place of the eyes.

The painting is perfect, and it's hard to say what's bad, but there are no bones in the egg, and today Luo Jia has to stuff a bone and pick it out.

Luo Jia's index finger that stayed at the eye area was slightly forced, and slowly Luo Jia's original admiring gaze gradually disappeared, replaced by anger.

The temperature in the air seemed to have dropped a few degrees, Yang Shuqing looked up and looked at the emperor who had changed, the original pride was gradually replaced by fear, the emperor's expression was wrong!

She seems to be angry, could it be that she made a mistake in her drawing?

This was the first thing Yang Shuqing thought of.

"Miss Yang, this is the painting you made for this post"

The cold and angry voice sounded, which frightened everyone to take a breath, and everyone thought about what Yang Shuqing painted to anger the emperor and queen.

"Yes...... Yes"

Yang Shuqing shuddered.

As soon as the sound fell, a painting had been thrown at her, falling steadily in front of her, she looked at the painting, isn't this painting good?

Did something go wrong?

"Miss Yang, can you see clearly, are the eyes behind this one like that?"

Luo Jia asked, pointing to her eyes.

Yang Shuqing looked at the eyes of the person in the painting, no, this painting is not hers, the eyes she painted are not like this.

"Emperor, this, this is not ......"

"Not your painting?"

Luo Jia's meaning is obvious, that is, 'Could it be that Ben Hou changed your paintings?'

"No, this painting was made by a courtier."

Yang Shuqing plopped down and knelt down, this painting was what she had just painted, but why did the eyes become like that?

Beicheng Aotian can see all the qi that Luo Jia has just done, just now Luo Jia's index finger rested on the eye area, and the nail crossed the eyes of the person in the painting, and then the eyes gradually changed, from clear to godless.

Now the eyes of the person in the painting are godless, like a blind man.

Draw the emperor and queen as a blind man, this bone is well picked!

Luo Jia got up and walked to Yang Shuqing to pick up the painting, and then tore it, and the painting that Yang Shuqing had worked so hard to paint for more than half an hour became two halves.