was suddenly clicked by Feng Songchuan, and all kinds of eyes on the table fell on Wen Sheng for a while.

Most of the people who came together along the way were shocked, like Fei Wenyou didn't know that Wen Sheng had offended Feng Songchuan before, but they didn't expect Feng Songchuan to target her with such fanfare, and the officers of the soldiers and horses didn't expect that there was a woman in the team.

And the expressions of the squires in Minghe County were much dirtier, obviously they had everything they wanted, and their eyes were not enough, so they looked left and right in a grand manner, and compared Wen Sheng with Meng Zhen together.

Wen Sheng sneered secretly, she was bullied to the head by others, if she didn't fight back, it wouldn't be her Gu Wensheng.

Since your surname Feng wants to tear her face in public, don't blame her for leaving no room for things.

Anyway, there is no way to be good, as for how much power he has in the capital after offending Feng Songchuan, and how many obstacles he will bring to himself, these are not within her consideration for the time being, the eldest husband would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile, and she Gu Wensheng will never suffer from this evil spirit.

Wen Sheng stood up with an expressionless face, shook the corner of his robe, and left his seat.

This action alone broke many people's impression of the woman she had just born.

Without it, she is too familiar with the man's style.

Look at her, and then look at Meng Zhen, who is like a little bird, without being broken by Feng Songchuan, no matter how handsome she looks and how thin her body is, no one will suspect that she has confused yin and yang.

"Since the adults want to see it, then I will be ugly." Wen Sheng said in a deep voice.

Feng Songchuan raised his eyebrows, this is what he teased Wen Sheng before, she said it word for word at this time, doesn't she want to admit defeat and give in?

It's late! This woman relied on the recommendation of the General's Mansion and wanted to enter the Xuanyin Pavilion in one step, and she didn't take him seriously, the more such a person, the more interested he was in slowly humiliating and playing.

"Haha, Lord Ben will wait and see, to see how much better your painting is than Miss Meng Zhen."

As soon as these words came out, even Meng Hao raised her eyes and looked at Wen Sheng with pitiful eyes.

Wen Sheng was unmoved by Feng Songchuan's comparison with her and a Qing Qi'er, walked to the table, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and arched his hand towards the Minghe County Order, and said, "Lord County, can you have a larger drawing paper?" ”

"Huh? Oh! The Minghe County Commander came back to his senses and looked at Feng Songchuan.

Feng Songchuan sneered, waved his hand and ordered: "Get her the biggest paper!" ”

The bigger the paper, the more effortless it is to draw, he still doesn't believe it, what amazing work can this little girl paint, when she finishes painting, no matter what she paints, she has to say that it is not as good as Meng Hao's peony picture, is there anyone else on this table who dares to go against him?

Wait and see her ashamed and indignant.

Huge pieces of drawing paper were quickly brought in and spread all over the table.

Wen Sheng thanked him, picked up the pen and briefly tried the slight moistness of the nib, dipped it in ink and began to draw on the paper.

Feng Songchuan was in trouble, sat firmly on the seat, drank and chatted by himself, and didn't care about what Wen Sheng painted, Meng Hao suppressed his curiosity and served him on the side. But the rest of the people couldn't care about those, it was rare to see two beauties fighting paintings, and everyone stretched their necks to take a look at what Wen Sheng was painting.

Those who got close quickly saw that this Gu girl was actually drawing a figure.

The person she painted had a hideous face, shaped like a ghost, just looking at his face with a murderous aura, and the brushwork was very sharp, not at all like it came from a woman's hand.

The painting at the banquet is not likely to wait too long, Wen Sheng's painting is also more important than heavy, a few people on the painting take a look, both the demeanor and the action are lifelike, but the texture of the clothes is a lot of brushstrokes, and the background is a large blank.

In less than half an hour, that is, the time when Meng Hao painted a peony before, Wen Sheng had already completed a complete ink figure on this large piece of paper, which was thanks to her proper handling of complexity and simplicity.

In the background is an inner room with a total of three people. A person on the ground was like a fierce god, grabbing in front of the bed, holding up a baby with both hands, and about to throw it out of his hands, and slamming it against the wall, and the little baby's hands and feet were round and cute, and at this time the calves kicked hard, and the hands were scattered in the air, crying desperately.

The most touching thing was a woman on the couch, who rushed in front of the demon, and with a frightened look on her face, stretched out her arms in vain to catch the baby.

But no matter who looked at this painting, they knew that she would never be able to catch the child.

It is just a painting, but it makes the viewer's heart "thump" nervously, as if the next moment blood is splashed, and the tragedy will happen in front of them.

The hall gradually fell silent, although this painting Wen Sheng was only based on the imagination of the book he listened to in the old store of the Chen family that day, but there were also some officers of the soldiers and horses in the room, and at a glance they knew that this painting was a picture of the Dongyi people invading Zhangbai and Baizhou, and wantonly raping/looting.

Feng Songchuan couldn't sit still, he ignored the wine cup handed over by Meng Hao, pressed the table with both hands, and looked at the painting to find something wrong, but at this time, he couldn't see the whole picture of the painting from his direction.

Gu Wensheng took two steps back, completely at ease, and said, "Hang up." ”

The large painting was suspended, and the atmosphere in the hall became a little gloomy.

Feng Songchuan snorted, and was about to judge her that this painting was inferior to Meng Hao's peony picture on the grounds that she had ruined everyone's good mood, but Wen Sheng had already gone to the table to change it to a rough one, and said loudly: "This painting still needs to be accompanied by a poem, please wait a while." ”

She stepped forward, on the right side of the painting left blank pen dragon snake, the handwriting is between the grass, very easy to read, because the place is large enough, each word is almost the size of a fist, the gesture is condensed, really just like iron painting, soft as a silver hook.

The squire of Minghe is more literate, and as she moves the pen like flying, some people around her have read it out: "Sit on your knees and stand on your feet, abide by your chastity and not be defiled, and dare to speak loudly in your life, lest you disturb the husband......"

Reading this, the man suddenly realized that this was actually a satirical poem, and hurriedly closed his voice in embarrassment.

Everyone's eyes fell on the painting, and they saw the poem:

"Sit on your knees and cover your feet, abide by your chastity and not be defiled, and dare to speak loudly in your life, lest you disturb your husband. The childish child died tragically and was humiliated, how could he see the strong man saving the orphan. Frequent banquets, singing and dancing drunk, ask prostitutes if they can play the piano? ”

At this time, Wen Sheng had finished writing all eight lines of poetry, put the pen on the table, and bowed deeply to everyone in the hall: "I can't drink enough, so I will retire first." With that, he turned around and walked away.

In fact, she sat down and didn't drink a drop of wine, where did she get from the power of alcohol?

The eight-line poem seemed to depict the woman's cry in despair, turning into a slap in the face of Feng Songchuan, who stared at the painting with a blue face, as if he wanted to poke it out with his eyes.

The front of the hall was so quiet that it was audible to drop a needle.