Wei Yanhua's picture of a rich peony, worthy of its name, painted a sense of vitality, which made Xue Yue happy in her heart, and kept boasting, but when she saw the painting of the Buddha again, everyone was dumbfounded. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one had ever seen this kind of painting before, but the Buddha still used simple black and white to draw the appearance of the snow moon alive.

Xue Yue looked at herself in the painting, dignified and generous, elegant and noble, and everyone didn't know how to decide for a while.

In terms of color tone, although the Buddha is not as rich as Wei Yanhua, in terms of this degree of realism, the paintings of the Buddha are also vivid.

So, she couldn't make a decision herself, so she handed it over to everyone to choose, and everyone felt that the painting of the Buddha was very novel, so she chose the Buddha to win.

Win the start! The civet stamped its feet happily!

Knowing that it was he who painted the portrait of Xueyue to give him an advantage, the Buddha did not relax at any time, and had to face the following two games seriously.

In the second session, the blow playing.

Wei Yanhua ordered someone to carry a heavy Hanmu guqin and put it on top of the long case.

lost the first hand, with a little unwillingness and resentment, Wei Yanhua lowered the unwillingness in his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat in front of the desk upright.

She was Xueyue's favorite choice for daughter-in-law, and she worked hard to please Xueyue, and at this critical step, she couldn't lose to the foreign Buddha.

As long as she defeats the Buddha, she can successfully ascend to the throne! No one can shake her status as the best daughter-in-law candidate!

Wei Yanhua didn't smile on his face, raised his eyes sharply, plucked the strings, and then stroked it with all his might.

It's just that her piano sound is a little different from the past, the piano sound is low, a little less pure, a little more cold and fierce, which makes people feel a strong oppression, heavy and breathless.

Although the Buddha doesn't know much about music, he also feels this kind of coercion and momentum faintly.

After Wei Yanhua finished playing, Xueyue applauded.

Although she heard the abnormality in the sound of the piano, Xueyue still pretended not to find anything, and her heart was still biased towards Wei Yanhua.

The Buddha sighed inwardly.

"Foxy girl! Your turn! ”

Xue Yue suddenly asked the Buddha to prepare to start.

However, the Buddha does not play the harp, only the song that Xue Sanqian recently taught her.

Glancing at everyone, seeing that everyone was staring at him intently, looking very expectant, in desperation, the Buddha took out the delicate and small ocarina, and played it seriously.

The voice is melodious and loud, crisp with a bit of joy.

When everyone heard the music played by the Buddha, their whole mood began to be released from the oppression just now, and they became relaxed and calm.

It goes without saying that the people's hearts are wanting, and in the end~ the Buddha won another game.

After winning two games in a row, Xueyue, who wanted to make things difficult for the Buddha, was faintly flustered.

To her surprise, the Buddha was also a talented woman, which made her secretly a little worried about Wei Yanhua.

Wei Yanhua frowned, her face was gloomy and dark, and she was at a loss as Xue Yue was worried.

"The last game? Make a poem or a couplet with plum blossoms, and you two ...... Who comes first? ”

"I'll come first!"

Suddenly, there was a loud voice from the afternoon plum, which made everyone present can't help but look away.

When the Buddha heard the sound, he also followed everyone's gaze, but found that at noon, Mei and Xue Sanqian actually walked over together.

At noon, Mei and Xue Sanqian heard about the competition, and they were worried about the situation of the Buddha, so they eagerly searched for it. It's just that unexpectedly, the two of them walked halfway, heard the sound of the piano and the flute, and finally met unexpectedly.

So, the two of them walked towards the Buddha together.

The Buddha looked at the afternoon plum in a daze, and then glanced at the snow three thousand in a daze, and the surprise in his eyes was contained, and finally he listened carefully to what the Buddha said.

At noon, Mei glanced at the Buddha affectionately, and said carefully: "There are a few plum branches in the corner of the ice wall, and the fragrance is refreshing at three o'clock in the afternoon." The breeze shakes the petals, and the cold snow is the first to win. Half a lifetime of prosperity is difficult to accept, and no one knows the wind and snow in a lifetime. It is said that this flower is extraordinary, and he is the most crazy among the flowers. ”

The meaning of love is full of poems, and the Buddha heard the love poem that Mei Xin came at noon, and he couldn't help but blush with shame.

At this moment, Wei Yanhua, who had understood Mei's poems at noon, lost his previous reserve and generosity, and walked anxiously to the two of them.

"There is a plum tree in front of the court, and the cold is not open. Just say that flowers are like snow, and there is fragrance when you don't realize it! - Shi Mei! You have to know my mind! ”

Good poems and good poems, but with the wrong corner, this poem is a little less feeling.

At this time, Xue Sanqian, who was watching from the sidelines, raised his eyes and looked at the Buddha, feeling a little jealous.

"Why is my aunt so Yaxing today? Let them sing against each other here? ”

Xue Sanqian raised his eyes coldly, swept past the handsome face of the Buddha, and then stopped on Xue Yue's body.

Xue Yue thought that Xue Sanqian knew her intention to make things difficult for the Buddha, so she hurriedly smiled and made an excuse.

"Oh! It's just boring and wants to pass the time, but there is no other meaning! ”

His eyes stopped on the civet again.

"O Buddha! Yan Hua, she has already composed a poem! What about you? Do you want to make a song too? ”

In front of Xue Sanqian, Xue Yue was embarrassed to have any other thoughts about the Buddha.

The Buddha understood, raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Shimei, and then at the snow three thousand, and said leisurely: "Since Miss Wei has already written a poem, then I will also follow the rules to come up with a poem!" Don't laugh if you don't do it well! ”

In fact, where can she write any poems, but she found that the people here don't know the verses of her own world, so she plans to try her luck and memorize a poem to get by.

Several people listened seriously.

The Buddha recalled Lu Meipo's "Snow Plum" in the Song Dynasty and recited it meaningfully.

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

In this situation, a man as holy as snow and a resolute man as plum made her can't help but think of this poem.

"Ahh ~ I didn't expect that the Buddha girl is so talented, and the poems she wrote are so unearthly! ”

Xue Yue heard the poem written by the Buddha and praised it greatly, and it was a feeling of disgust, but it slowly faded as she gradually understood the Buddha civet.

So, the results of the competition are clear at a glance.

"Queen Mother!"

Wei Yanhua saw that Xueyue admired the civet so much, and pulled the corners of the civet's clothes a few times with a bitter face, and wanted to shed tears in frustration.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Xue Yue felt pity, and the impulse to be good to the Buddha just now poured it all back. (To be continued.) )