Among the personnel in the second round of the competition, Nangong Rou and Mo Tianxin saw a familiar figure, Nangong Rui.

Mo Tianxin's mouth was a little tasteless, and casually mentioned "I'm so hungry", Xiaohong immediately took out a pastry wrapped in oiled paper from the bag she carried, as well as a pot of flower tea, everyone was shown off by Xiaohong's operation, is this ready to watch the play in advance? Pastry snacks and flower tea?

Surprised to surprised, after Xiaohong took it out, several people still ate it one by one.

While eating, Mo Tianxin motioned to Nangong Rou to look at Nangong Rui and said, "Why did this Nangong Rui come to participate in painting?" He is good at writing poetry, he has the name of a wonderful poet in the Canglan Continent, and his paintings are ......"

Mo Tianxin tried to think about it for a while and said, "It seems that no one has ever seen him draw." ”

"No one has ever seen him draw?" Nangong Rou took the last bite of mung bean cake, and had already guessed the reason why Nangong Rui was obviously the best at writing poetry but wanted to paint, Nangong Rou took a cup from Xiaohong and poured a cup of flower tea, and answered everyone's questions: "This Nangong Rui is afraid that he is going to enlarge the move, everyone knows that he is a little poet with a wonderful pen, so he subconsciously thinks that Nangong Rui can only get his hands on poetry, and now Nangong Rui is here to tell these people that he is a good seedling of painting in addition to writing poetry, as long as he stands out in this election, Then he succeeded in setting up a perfect character of a mediocre little genius in painting. ”

After Nangong Rou finished speaking, Mingchen stepped forward and gave a thumbs up, with a look of admiration: "Sister Rou, there is nothing wrong with your reasoning." ”

Nangong Rou tapped her chest and pointed at Mingchen with her index finger, raised her eyebrows, and made a gesture of "understand me".

The sun gradually rose, and the people who stood in the open area to watch the competition were all hot and sweaty, and Nangong Qing'er was quite comfortable because of Xi Lulu to block the sun and fan her wind.

Nangong Qing'er looked at Nangong Rui who was painting seriously in the competition arena with a proud face, everyone thought that her brother could only chant poems and do things against her, but they didn't know that her brother was also a good hand at painting, and this election would be the best springboard for Nangong Rui to become famous!

Compared with the hot pugs of the children under the tree, the five people on the tree can be said to be very comfortable, the dense branches and leaves are a natural barrier, the sunlight can only fall through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and from time to time there is a cool breeze blowing, with the fragrance of green leaves, it is simply not too comfortable.

This painting competition lasted for a total of one hour, because it was already noon, and the dean asked the teacher to temporarily build a pergola to give them the hot wilted students to shade the sun.

As soon as the pergola was built, Xi Lulu immediately sat down on the stool, she had been giving Nangong Qing'er a shade and fanning the wind before, she was really about to die of heat, large beads of sweat slid from her forehead to her chin, her broken hair was sticky on her face, and her clothes and collar were soaked with sweat behind her.

Nangong Qing'er felt that the wind had stopped, and she didn't look back at Xi Lulu's state at this moment, she just looked at Nangong Rui, and said to Xi Lulu casually: "Why don't you continue to fan the wind?" I'm dying of heat! ”

Xi Lulu is holding a palace fan made of silk in her hand, this kind of fan can't fan much wind at all, it is an ornament that the girls from rich families hold in their hands, Xi Lulu in order to make Nangong Qing'er feel the cool breeze, it is a fan who has worked hard.

Xi Lulu looked up at Nangong Qing'er's side face, her eyes were full of forbearance, Nangong Qing'er is the daughter of the prime minister, she will definitely soar in the future, maybe she can hook up with some young talents, she won't worry about marrying a rich family in the future, and if the prince succeeds to the throne, she may be able to enter the palace as a favorite concubine, if she is deeply loved by Xiao Yan, it is possible that even the position of the queen is hers.

Xi Lulu thought that this seemed to have seen the scene of herself sitting next to Xiao Yan, wearing a phoenix suit, and her mother was in the world, her eyes gradually showed hope, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

As soon as Nangong Qing'er turned around, she saw Xi Lulu's nymphomaniac expression, Nangong Qing'er stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Xi Lulu, Xi Lulu suddenly returned to the real world, and her dream was shattered.

Nangong Qing'er looked at Xi Lulu in surprise and said, "What are you thinking?" Laughing like a fool. ”

Like a fool?

Xi Lulu was stimulated by Nangong Rou's words, who is like a fool is not necessarily, she just laughs like a fool, and someone is really stupid.

Xi Lulu tried hard to pull out a smile, and began to fan Nangong Qing'er again, saying, "It's nothing, I just thought of our previous happy things." ”

"That's it," Nangong Qing'er finally saw Xi Lulu's whole person as if she had been fished out of the water, and said with some unbearability: "Look at you, your clothes are soaked with sweat, don't fan it, it's not too hot with the pergola now." ”

Xi Lulu put down the fan gratefully, and before she could say the polite words, she heard the person behind her whispering: "I smell of sweat and stinks to death." ”

Is this talking about her? Xi Lulu's polite words instantly choked in her throat, like a wall, unable to speak or swallow.

Immediately afterwards, the person behind said: "Next time I won't come again, I really can't stand the smell of sweat on my body, I should learn from Nangong Rou Mo Tianxin, the two of them are particularly witty and didn't come, hahaha." ”

It turned out that it wasn't about her, Xi Lulu's heart felt better, but those unspoken words were also strangled in her throat, and some words were not said at the beginning, so there is a high probability that they will not be said again in the future.

An hour gradually passed, the last touch of incense ash fell, and the gong and drum sounded as soon as the teaching "dangchang" sounded, and the loud noise woke up a group of drowsy people, including Nangong Rou and Mo Tianxin.

Nangong Rou moved her arms, and when she saw Xiaohong, who was looking at it, she asked with a serious face, "Is it over?" ”

Xiaohong nodded intently and said, "It's just over." ”

Mingchen and Mingzhu were not interested in these things, and the two of them sat on another branch to study the leaf patterns.

Mingchen pinched a leaf and muttered, "Are these lines its meridians?" ”

Nangong Rou glanced back and replied casually: "Those lines are called leaf veins, those intersecting complex ones are called reticular veins, and the symmetrical parallel and uninterlaced ones are called parallel veins, huh...... If you look at the literal meaning, it is indeed his meridians. ”

As soon as Nangong Rou finished speaking, Mingchen and Mingzhu and Xiaohong cast a burst of amazed gaze.

These things they didn't know, but Nangong Rou said them smoothly as if they were made up.

Nangong Rou smiled helplessly, and the teachers below judged on the spot, and then a teacher recited the list of five winners.