Looking at the crowd below, one of the men with a mustache said, "Lord Shangguan, how do you feel about this group of future Chenglong fast sons-in-law?" ”

The so-called Lord Shangguan stroked his beard and said: "This group of people has decent qualifications, and there are several old men who can't do it at their age, but according to Wan'er's girl's temperament, I'm afraid I won't take a fancy to them, alas" Saying this, he shook his head helplessly, as if he was spoiled, and seemed to be helpless.

Hearing this, the goatee man smiled and said: "Wan'er's talent is obvious to the whole city of Bingzhou, if it weren't for Wan'er being a daughter, "there will be a place for her in the future." Speaking of which, there seems to be a bit of a pity. But the conversation changed: "Among the group of talented people below, I know most of them, and there is only one that I can't see through." ”

"Oh, you mean to beat that kid from the Li family. Have you checked it? ”

"I checked it, but I couldn't find this person's information at all, and he wasn't among the people invited by Wan'er, as if he came out of nowhere."

Shangguan Hua, who is also our Shangguan old man, looked a little calm: "This is a fairy from outside, it's just a dragon or a worm, it depends on the next, the Wu family and the Li family's kid are not fuel-efficient lamps." ”

Naturally, nothing was known about the things upstairs, and even if they knew that someone was watching them, they would not have time to care about it, because they were busy with the second part of the banquet, painting.

The so-called piano and chess calligraphy and painting, poetry and wine tea, among the elegant things of the ancients, how can there be no paintings, those who are good at the piano are able to be calm, those who are good at chess are wise and wise, those who are good at writing are affectionate and sexual, those who are good at painting are good and beautiful. Those who are good at poetry rhyme to their hearts, those who are good at wine are in love with confidants, those who are good at flowers have a pleasant character, and those who are good at tea cultivate their sentiments. This painting is a must for the ancients.

But that is only for the ancients, for Lu Bu painting seems not so friendly, because he does not know Chinese painting, the ancient literati painting pays the most attention to the charm and the taste of the brush, pay attention to the artistic conception is timeless, intriguing, and elegant. There are four paintings of the ancients: Yige, Godhead, Miaoge, and Nengge. But these Lu Bu happen to not know, as a modern person, Lu Bu has learned sketching, but he has only learned sketching, but the real snowflake people know that sketching and Chinese flowers are completely different, in the simplest words, that is, an East and a West, and there is no relationship between half a dime.

Lu Bu is very melancholy now, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his seat in a quiet daze, he is now suddenly thinking about why he had to walk past Ali in the first place, and it is not good to stay honest in the back, and he hates why he didn't work hard at that time, so it is good to learn Chinese painting, but then he thought about it, except for enthusiasts, people who make a living and those so-called everyone, who has nothing to do to practice this thing, don't look at this thing looks simple, but you really want to paint, you can't draw it without a few years of hard work, Even some people can't draw well after a lifetime. Modern people are so short on time, who would take so long to learn a useless skill. Hey, why is my face a little red, "Or, urinate, this trick is fresh, eat all over the world, it seems to work at this time, but why can't I open this mouth, I can't open this leg." Lu Bu's heart was extremely entangled.

Looking at where everyone was scribbling and drawing, Lu Bu felt that when he went back to school, he would encounter the question that the teacher had talked about, and it happened that you fell asleep when the teacher spoke.

Due to the outstanding performance in the first game, Lu Bu successfully attracted people's attention, so from the second game, many people stared at Lu Bu from the beginning, and what surprised everyone was that Lu Bu had never taken a pen from beginning to end, and everyone put a big question mark in their hearts, seeing that Lu Bu had not started to write, the maid thought that Lu Bu had not heard the problem clearly, so she deliberately walked to Lu Bu's side and whispered to him what should be done in the second link, and what made Lu Bu's maid depressed was that Lu Bu just smiled, Still go your own way.

I didn't even drive the pen, the maid didn't say anything, just went back to the curtain and gently pulled her young lady, that Shangguan Wan'er was meditating on Lu Bu's sentence "There are beautiful women in the south, Ronghua is like a peach and plum" where it came from, and she was also well-read, but she couldn't remember where this poem came from, she always felt that there was a second half of this poem, but as a girl's reserve, she didn't allow her to do this, just like a cat scratching her mind, itching.

Just thinking about it, Shangguan Wan'er felt that she was being pulled by someone, and was wondering about this, when she heard the maid whispering twice in her ear, doubts flashed in her eyes when she listened, and her eyes kept sweeping around Lu Bu, her eyes were full of puzzlement, "What is this doing, is it a mystery or something else, doesn't he know how to paint?" Shangguan Wan'er's mind suddenly had an idea that made him feel ridiculous, but then he laughed self-deprecatingly, how could it be, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, as the four arts of literati, are proficient and dare not say but everyone knows a little, this is for sure. How can there be someone like Lu Bu who doesn't even mention the pen.

What Lu Bu didn't know was that he had successfully attracted Shangguan Wan'er's attention, and Shangguan Wan'er's eyes were almost on Lu Bu at this time of incense, which made Shangguan Wan'er strange that even in the end, Lu Bu didn't draw anything, and the whole person handed the maid a blank piece of paper, oh, no, it's not a blank paper, there are two big characters on it, "Lu Wei". Nothing else, uh, no. Lu Bu clearly remembered that when he handed over the "work" to the maid, the strange eyes of the maid made him feel that he was a negative man.

Lu Bu said that he was very innocent, and he really wouldn't.

After everyone's works were handed over to Shangguan Wan'er, all eyes were glued to the curtain again, hoping that their works could win the favor of Miss Wan'er, and finally be able to hold the beauty.

After a long time, the voice finally came after the curtain: "You have been waiting for a long time, this painting, according to the humble opinion of the little woman, the first place should be Li Junhao, and the second place should be Wu Yang. ”

ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

The people on the field were elated when they heard their names, and they were depressed when they didn't.