Gao Jin put up his pen to show the 'love' to the extreme; the soul girl composed a tune; Yan Yongyin and the others, who were busy for a long time, painted a landscape in the world; Song Jingran also made a painting, only to see that the painting was a reed lake, and in the painting boat in the lake, there was a young and beautiful woman sitting, the woman was injured with charm, lowering her eyes and stroking the qin; you could know who it was at a glance.

"Jing Ran's technique is becoming more and more exquisite, look at the charm of this Xia girl, whoever sees it will pity it like a treasure;" Yan Yongyan grabbed the front and spread Song Jingran's painting on the table.

Song Jingran didn't pay attention to Yan Yongyin, but just looked at the woman in the painting affectionately.

When Yu Zixia saw Song Jingran's painting, his cheeks were already crimson, and he looked down shyly.

"Come, come, come, what did Miss Xia do?" Yan Yongyan snatched the paper scroll from Yu Zixia's hand.

Yu Zixia wrote a love poem 'Zijin' that tells about love, "Wow~~ Jingran, you are too tacit, you paint for others, and people complain to you, it's really made in heaven." Yan Yongyan teased Song Jingran with a wicked smile.

Song Jingran didn't answer, and gently put the painting away.

"Song Gongzi, can I give this painting to the slave family?" Yu Zixia's face was slightly red, and he lowered his eyes shyly.

"If you like it, it's fine." Song Jingran hesitated slightly, and then handed the painting to Yu Zixia.

Yu Zixia took the painting with an unconcealable smile on her face.

"This is yours, don't let people down three times a day." Yan Yongyan folded Yu Zixia's song 'Zijin' and stuffed it into Song Jingran's arms, and didn't forget to joke.

"Then I'll accept it, I don't know if Miss Xia has any objections?" Song Jingran will only use the expression on Yu Zixia's body 'affectionate' Yu Zixia shook his head shyly, and finally expressed his intention through this, hoping that Song Jingran would not live up to his heart like other gentlemen;

"Hey~ Frost Girl doesn't seem to have shown her work yet?" Gao Jin changed the topic at the right time, and he couldn't wait to know about Lu Dao Shuangmuzi's works;

"I" Frost Muzi hesitated;

"Since you're participating, let's take it out and take a look." Yan Yongyan couldn't wait to take the paper roll in Shuangmuzi's hand.

I saw that the huge scroll of paper read, 'The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Shuangmuzi had no intention of making a work, but just wrote a sentence casually, not wanting to, and Song Jingran's painting was similar.

Everyone read Shuangmuzi's poem and looked at Song Jingran one after another.

Song Jingran glanced at Shuangmuzi's poem, he couldn't see his expression, he still looked indifferent.

"The slave family has no talent, just a pen in hand, everyone is smiling." Shuangmuzi picked up the paper roll on the table and tore it to shreds it casually;

Scattered pieces of paper flew down on the surface of the lake in an instant.

"Miss Frost is too modest, it's a pity to write such a good poem." Gao Jin looked at the falling pieces of paper and shook his head gently.

"The prince has won the prize." Shuangmuzi lowered his eyes, whether this was a tacit understanding between them, or a pure coincidence, and his heart was wandering again.

"Hey~ Didn't you say there was a prize?" Yan Yong was thinking about the prize.

"Naturally, there are prizes, but they are for women's use, and you are afraid that you will have to work in vain." Gao Jin hesitated, leaned into Yan Yongyang's side, and teased.

"Although the little brother can't use it, isn't there still a beauty?" Yan Yongyan thought for a long time, pulled the beauty on the side into his arms, and finally found the handle of prevarication; Gao Jin smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Since the prizes are indispensable, it's time to discuss who has the best work." Gao Jin turned around and sat down on the soft couch, he couldn't give everyone a reward.

"I think Jing Ran's paintings are better." Yan Yongyan expressed his opinion first, and it is rare to push the honor to others.

"It's strange, it's the first time that Yan Dashao has praised the works of others." Song Jingran didn't want to appreciate Yan Yongyan's praise, but seized the opportunity to make a joke.

Yan Yongyin pursed his lips, stunned and speechless, so he could only throw a big white eye at Song Jingran;

"The slave family thinks that Yan Gongzi's landscape painting is more picturesque." The woman in Yan Yongyan's arms chuckled, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, she is naturally a man who flatters herself.

When Yan Yongyan heard this, he was overjoyed, ignoring everyone, and lightly dropped a fragrant kiss on the woman's face.

"Since everyone has their own appreciation, let's vote." Gao Jin saw a disagreement, and besides, they had different concepts of appreciation, and the voting was also for fairness.

"Oh~? How to vote? Yan Yongyan provoked.

"Each person has a note, write the surname of the author they admire on the note, put it in this brocade plate, and this king will take it apart, I don't know what you think?" Gao Jin placed a brocade plate on the table.

"Good idea, just do it." Yan Yongyan seemed to be very much in favor.

Everyone had no objections, each took the note, made a decision, and put the note in the brocade plate.

In a moment, Gao Jin opened the notes one by one, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Wang, don't sell it, hurry up and let everyone take a look." Yan Yongyan saw that Gao Jin was happy alone, and he couldn't wait to know the result of Lu Dao.

"Unfortunately, we didn't get the prize this time." Gao Jin put the notes on the table one by one; I saw that there were six notes, one 'Yan', one 'Xia', one 'Soul', two 'Song', and two 'Frost': "Ha Lu, Ha Ajin, hello." Yan Yongdian saw that there was no Gao Jin on the note, so he laughed for a while and joked about Gao Jin.

Gao Jin didn't lustfully throw Yan Yongyan a roll of his eyes.

Yan Yongyan only felt that his pores were towering, and he forgot that his beauty also did not have a vote.

"As a result, everyone also saw that Jing Ran and Frost Girl were equal, but there was only one prize, so it was better for the two of them to negotiate with themselves, and who would have it." Gao Jin looked at Song Jingran and looked at Shuangmuzi.

"The slave family is stupid, how dare you compare with Song Gongzi, this prize, naturally" Shuang Muzi had no intention of everything, but he didn't finish his words;

"Frost girl, don't be too humble, and talk about it after looking at the prizes." Gao Jin interrupted Shuangmuzi's words, took out a pear hairpin from his waist, and put it on the table.

When Shuangmuzi saw things, he was shocked, isn't this the pear hairpin that he left as compensation when he was sold by Qian Juzi! It turned out that they checked so carefully, should they be happy, at least, there are still people who remember that 'Lin Xuan'er' looked at Gao Jin and Song Jingran, and the two of them looked calm, thinking that they had been prepared for a long time.