"What a beauty, straighten up and look up for me to see."

Qiu Yue knew that she couldn't hide this time no matter what, so she had to kneel up straight, and endure the shame of being the first person to pick. She didn't dare to make eye contact with the visitor, and her eyes drifted on the ice blue silk shirt with bamboo leaf patterns.

The man grabbed a woman's chin with one hand, walked to the side compartment and lifted the other woman to look left and right for a moment, and said, "Youlan peony, each has its own merits, this is difficult." ”

The cool thumb rubbed her cheek, a pale and handsome face enlarged in front of her, and the thin lips picked up a casual smile: "Don't wait any longer, I'll decide ...... slowly"

Qiu Yue trembled under his cat-and-mouse eyes, and didn't even understand what he meant for a while.

The girl kneeling beside her asked timidly, "Do you want to test your talents?" ”

"Hmm, or are you smarter, what's your name?"

"Spring Flower ......"

"What about you?"

"Autumn Moon ......"

"Spring flowers and autumn moons? The gang of people in the church are so lazy to even choose names. The man sat on the ground, as if watching a play, "It is said that the water shines on the flowers and multiplies the fragrance, so let's give it a try, but it can be said that whoever loses will be punished!" ”

He smiled like a game, but Qiu Yue intuitively felt that he was not talking about playing, there was something terrifying hidden in this man, cold and gloomy.

"What's the matter, procrastinating, do you still need people to urge you three times and ask for four times?"

"Sin, sin slaves don't dare."

Xu Qiuyue's humble gesture pleased the man, and the man stopped talking, walked straight to the inner room of the house, and began to paint with a paintbrush in his hand.

Chunhua Shi Shiran got up and beckoned to Qiuyue, Qiuyue Bei gently bit her lip and looked at the other girls, one by one, she lowered her eyebrows and tried her best to narrow their sense of existence, secretly screamed bitterly, slightly hammered her sour calves and stood up, lifted the light veil, and looked up to meet the woman called Chunhua, Chunhua and her age are similar, her slightly round face is pink and cute, a pair of wet black eyes are full of fear, and the two dodge their eyes are slightly staggered.

Qiu Yue looked at the man timidly, only to see that his eyes were focused, sometimes looking up, sometimes bowing, his eyes were as bright as the moon in the sky, and the brush fell like flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.

"Before you joined the Division, you must have been able to read and write, right?" The man asked, calling Qiu Yue back to his senses.

"Back to my lord, I know a few words." Chunhua and Qiuyue saluted in unison, and Chunhua even winked at Qiuyue when the others were not paying attention, with a naughty smile on the corner of her mouth.

Then, let's get started," the man said, raised his hand and splashed the ink, then cleaned his hands, lifted his robe expressionlessly, and sat down on the carved chair next to him.

The table, chair, paper and ink to be used for the competition were quickly raised, and several nurturing aunts rushed in to take the girls away, and Chunhua and Qiuyue glanced at each other, and then bent down at the table to write.

Qiu Yue was not favored in the house before entering the private workshop, and every day she thought that her father could look down on her, especially when she was pressed down by her sister Li Wenyu, she was unwilling, so in addition to the female red needlework on weekdays, she taught herself the other five subjects when she had time on weekdays, and the one with the greatest achievement was calligraphy.

"I didn't think you still had this ability, yes." The voice was clear, like the wind blowing from an iceberg.

Just as she was about to turn around, suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind!

With a slight pull, she fell backwards into the man's arms.

She didn't dare to struggle, the hand holding the brush trembled violently, the ink on it condensed, click, a drop of black ink fell on the rice paper she wrote, the font written on the rice paper is the daughter of the boudoir love of the fly's head Xiaokai, its font is slender, the pen is light, as if the beauty of the paper dances, very good-looking.

The hand was covered by a warm palm, and the man leaned over to block her lips......