However, after Bai Churuo came here, he was also very diligent in reading and writing prescriptions, so his mastery and proficiency in the brush were not bad among women.

Bai Churuo first took a piece of paper and tried it, and then threw it away. She has a foundation for her brush and ink painting, and she also has a certainty about her proficiency in mastering the brush.

Bai Churuo finally decided to use charcoal as the basis for sketching, she said, "Give me charcoal pens for thrush and rouge gouache for makeup, the more the better." ”

When Xiaolan heard this, she hurriedly rushed to Yayuan, and took a large pile of all the rouge gouache and charcoal pens in Yayuan, including her own, and wrapped them all in a piece of cloth.

Bai Churuo smiled and asked her to put it aside.

At this moment, Wen Xueyan has almost finished drawing the heads of the characters.

Bai Churuo just began.

"What's this trick again?"

"Is this painting? It's makeup, right? ”

"What's the situation with Bai Churuo?"

Everyone talked about her again, but it was obvious that everyone's focus was once again focused on Bai Churuo.

Bai Churuo picked up the charcoal pen and sharpened it with the dagger he carried with him, then put the paper on the table and began to draw and sketch.

I saw her, holding a charcoal pen, and the extremely fast character Lun Lang depicted it.

That's an amazing speed!

Bai Churuo actually painted at the normal speed of sketching when he used to learn to paint. But in the eyes of others here, it's extremely fast.

Although Bai Churuo's actions were incredible, when she slowly painted the little maid, the onlookers behind were all surprised and admired.

Because, although they have never seen a series of movements and behaviors in her painting, they have to say that they have practiced it when they look at it, and they are very well drawn!

Bai Churuo had already devoted himself to the world of painting, and he didn't pay attention to the figures surging around him and around him.

In less than half an hour, the painting in Bai Churuo's hand had already drawn all the little maid, the flowers and the background in her hand.

Bai Churuo finished drawing the basics, looked at his painting table, there were only a few water bowls, and said, "Xiaolan, go and get me more plates, brushes, plates and bowls!" She said as she began to mix colors.

Xiaolan responded to the words and quickly went to get the dishes.

After Bai Churuo quickly adjusted the color and tried it out, she used the existing brush to cut off the tip of the front brush with the dagger, and then pinched it flat and turned it into a small brush, and even the fingers were stained with color as props, and she was still bound to win this game!

Bai Churuo adjusted the color to the corresponding position, and when the color of the hair and skin was good, Xiaolan had already taken everything back.

Bai Churuo began to speed up and carefully colored the painting, the colors she used were bright and elegant, and the painting was realistic but not deliberate......

Bai Churuo finished coloring this painting seriously, and then took a brush again and dipped it in ink and began to mention poetry, her words have already been practiced better every day, if it is compared with the great writer and calligrapher, it will definitely not be compared, but if it is compared with Wen Xueyan, it is more than enough.

The eyebrows of the distant mountains are long, and the waist of the thin willows is curled.

Makeup stands up for the spring breeze, and a smile is less.

When he returned to the pavilion, he said that he would lean on the railing.

Looking at Yingchuan flowers all over the world, it is not as good as the world.

Bai Churuo finished writing the last pen, gently placed the pen on the table, and looked up to see that a third of the incense had not been burned.

Bai Churuo's clothes are dirty at the moment, but this is normal, her face is a little tired, she is really too involved in painting, she has not been so hearty in painting for a long time.

Bai Churuo turned around again, almost didn't startle her, there were people watching her behind her.

"Sister Ruoruo, have you finished painting?" Bai Ziyan was the first to ask.

"Ah, it's done." Bai Churuo nodded.

When the words fell, everyone was amazed.

"It's a really good drawing."

"Is this a human drawing?"

It may be that it is impossible to draw the impression that Bai Churuo gave them, so their admiration is all discussion.

Bai Churuo turned his head and glanced at Meng Fuyou, Mo Jinyan, Wen Xueyan and others, who were also painting.

Meng Fuyou was quite serious, but Mo Jinyan was a little absent-minded, and he had to look at Bai Churuo's side from time to time.

Wen Xueyan is not far from Bai Churuo, she is not in the mood to paint at all, she is finished painting, but it is completely compared to Bai Churuo, it is a heaven and an earth, even if she finishes painting, she is not very good at color mixing, and she can't think of that poem, or she can't think of a better one than Bai Churuo.

The rest of the people were also a little affected by Bai Churuo and the other onlookers, but they were still drawing hard, and two people had already given up the game and retired.

Bai Churuo said, "I'll go change my clothes." ”

"Okay." Bai Ziyan said.

Bai Churuo took Xiaolan to wait for him to change his clothes, and the rest stayed here, Chang Yi and the others took care of Murong Jiuqing and watched the scene, and Bai Mu also stayed here.

Bai Churuo quickly returned to Yayuan and changed the outer clothes he had not taken away before, and the clothes inside were not dirty.

Bai Churuo quickly returned to the backyard after changing his clothes.

At this time, the rest of the people and Wen Xueyan had already finished painting.

After Bai Ziyan showed those paintings one by one and finished looking at them, she announced, "Bai Churuo's paintings are the best." ”

When the words fell, everyone was convinced.

Bai Ziyan said, "Let me tell you why!" Meng Fuyou's paintings are not colored, and the paintings and inscriptions are not bad. Mo Jinyan's painting is slightly insufficient, the painting and contrast are not very similar, and the inscription is not! ”

Bai Ziyan said, looked at Wen Xueyan and continued, "Sister Xueyan's painting, the painting is not bad, but it is also a little lacking, there is a gap between the charm and the degree of similarity, and then there is no inscription!" ”

After Bai Ziyan told the others one by one, she said, "Sister Chu Ruo's painting is lifelike, the inscription is good, and the color matching is also the best in this competition, complete victory!" ”

After Bai Ziyan finished speaking, she smiled and said, "So, I announced that Sister Bai Churuo won the competition, everyone has no opinion, right?" ”

The rest of the people naturally have no opinion, but those who have the heart to find fault are about to make trouble.

"Bai Churuo, it shouldn't be that someone else mentioned this word for you, right?" Liu Yuru asked.

"I wrote an inscription on the spot, how could someone help me?" Bai Churuo rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Doesn't that mean you haven't studied at a private school?" Xie Ziqing asked.

"I haven't studied in a private school, so can't I study on my own?" Bai Churuo asked angrily.

"I don't believe you wrote it, unless you write another poem." Liu Yuru said.

"One song?" Bai Churuo sneered, "It's too underestimating, right? Even if it's ten poems, I'll have them at my fingertips! ”

Bai Churuo was too confident.

So much so that Liu Yuru was worried that she could really make it, and said hurriedly, "You liar!" ”

Bai Churuo sneered again, "Hehe, then you can listen well, don't wait for me to make a poem and you say that I am a liar!" ”

Bai Churuo didn't pay attention to Liu Yuru, she thought about it for a while, and wanted to read those poems as well as possible.

Bai Churuo cleared his throat and said solemnly, "

Huge people, dressed in fine clothes. The son of the Marquis of Qi and the wife of the Marquis of Wei. The sister of the East Palace, the aunt of Xing Hou, Tan Gongwei is private.

The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful.

Shuoren Ao Ao, said in the suburbs of agriculture. The four peons are proud, and Zhu is proud. Zhai Fu is in court. The doctor retreated, and there was no way to make the king.

The river is oceanic, and the north flow is alive. Shi Yihao, the tuna hair. Jia Hua is exposed, Shu Jiang is iniquity, and Shu Shi is hazy. ”

When Bai Churuo recited the poem, he was already silent. They all looked at her speechlessly in shock, and this was simply shocking.

Bai Churuo finished reading a poem and said, "Listen, the second one...... The rooster crows and wants to dawn, and the bride puts on strict makeup. I embroidered the skirt, and everything was done in four or five ways. Silk shoes on the feet, tortoiseshell light on the head. The waist is like a stream, and the ears are bright and moonless. The finger is like peeling the root of the onion, and the mouth is like containing Zhu Dan. Slender steps, exquisite and unparalleled. ”

After Bai Churuo finished reciting ten poems, he looked at Liu Yuru, "How is it?" Do you still think I'm a liar or someone else is writing poetry for me? ”

Liu Yuru couldn't say anything to refute it, because even if she was a woman or a woman who didn't like Bai Churuo, she was about to be conquered by her.

Bai Churuo looked at Liu Yuru's somewhat unbelievable look of worship and smiled, "If you don't speak, I'll just treat you as if I was composing poetry." ”

More than that!

Liu Yuru just didn't want to praise her.

Wen Xueyan bit her lip and looked at Bai Churuo, and finally walked over, and it was Shi Li who said, "Sister, I admit defeat." ”

Bai Ziyan was even more like a little fan girl, and ran over and asked, "Sister, how did you come up with these poems?" I love it! ”

"If you like, I'll write you a poem alone." Bai Churuo said with a smile.

"Yes, yes!" Bai Ziyan clapped her hands and applauded, "Then can you teach me?" ”

Teach her? If Bai Chu is just a memorizer of poetry, how to compose poems and how to study them herself, how to teach her?

Bai Churuo had no choice but to pretend and say, "How can I teach this?" You have to study poetry by yourself.,You can't teach this thing.,What you can teach is the reading and literacy taught by the gentleman in the private school.,As for poetry, you have to rely on yourself.。 ”

Bai Churuo said something like that.

Bai Ziyan listened seriously, "What my sister said is that my sister is confused." ”

Bai Churuo breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, she could pretend to be a cowhide. She secretly thanked the great poets and writers in the history of her time.

"What's the competition? Hurry up, it's not too early. Bai Churuo asked.

When Bai Ziyan heard this, she remembered that there was still a game to be over, so she hurriedly returned to the front and said, "Next, we will compete with women!" ”

The maid removed the painting table and the four treasures of the study, and brought the small table, the small chair, and the basket of needles and threads in each person's hand.

"The female red embroiders a handkerchief, and the pattern is customized to make a magpie, auspicious." Bai Ziyan said.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Churuo fixed the handkerchief with the wooden frame of the embroidered handkerchief and began to thread the needle.

Bai Churuo searched for the memory of the original owner in his mind, because although the original owner was not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the female celebrity was one of the few powerful.

Bai Churuo's embroidery is definitely not good, she will only do surgery! But she can hold a needle, coupled with the skills of the original owner in her memory, she still paints the embroidery of the gourd, which can be regarded as the magpie embroidered, and also embroiders branches and flowers under the magpie to make the pattern look more vibrant.

After Bai Churuo finished embroidering the last thread, he secretly doubted that he had embroidered it himself? It's kind of like that.

But if Bai Chu put down his works and looked at the ones embroidered by other women, he felt that they were much better than his own!! She herself is really a half-ass, if it is the original owner, it must be better than these people.

Everyone handed in their work.

Bai Ziyan read them one by one, and also found the maids and mother-in-law in the house who knew how to embroider to ask for advice, and came up with an answer after about a quarter of an hour.

After Bai Ziyan displayed her work, she announced, "Sister Wen Xueyan's work is the best." ”

Although Bai Churuo is a layman, he can also see that Wen Xueyan is indeed the best embroidery.

Bai Ziyan continued, "The second is Sister Chu Ruo's. ”

Although Wen Xueyan's female red embroidery is good, Bai Churuo still won two out of three games in today's game.

Bai Ziyan continued, "There are three competitions today, pitching, painting, and female red. Bai Churuo won the game with two firsts, but Sister Xueyan's female popularity is also very good. Although everyone is serious about the competition today, it is also a game that they play at home, and the emphasis is on participation. ”

Bai Ziyan said a good thing, so that everyone has a step down. Today's game was then declared over.

The words fell, and everyone dispersed, but it was still the other party's game that was discussed.

Bai Ziyan saw that everyone was dispersed, so she ran over and said, "Sister, why is your female red not as good as before, I still thought that the female red in front of you may not be able to defeat Wen Xueyan and them, but the female red will definitely be able to win, how can the result be the opposite?" ”

When Bai Churuo heard this, he smiled and began to talk nonsense, "I used to want to read and paint, but they didn't give me, but I was so angry that I went to learn it myself, so I was unfamiliar with my own good embroidery skills, so it was not as good as before." ”

Bai Ziyan said secretly, it seemed reasonable, "So that's the case, alas, I'm worried about dying for fear that Wen Xueyan will bully you again if she wins, but it's okay!" In the end, you won, but it's a pity that I can't see you as good as you used to be. ”

"Uh." Bai Churuo doesn't know what to say, this kind of handicraft can't be practiced overnight, she, a female man who can only do surgery, is afraid that she will never be able to be a female celebrity, and she doesn't want to practice.

"But your drawings and inscriptions are really, really, really good." Bai Ziyan has become a little fan girl again.

"Hehe, I'm just writing and drawing." Bai Churuo said modestly.

At this moment, Meng Fuyou also came over and happened to hear them say this, so he praised him, "I never thought that my sister's literary talent would be so good, and I would be ashamed of my brother." ”

Bai Churuo is actually a little weak-hearted, she must have no problem painting, as for the inscription, it is memorized, "Don't talk about this, keep a low profile." ”

After Bai Churuo finished speaking, he took two steps and three steps and ran into Murong Jiuqing, "Let's go back to the palace, we've had enough fun today." ”

Murong Jiuqing looked at Bai Churuo's eyes even more stupidly, if he was pretending to be a little flexible before, but at this moment he has been conquered by this woman, don't want it.

"Go back and hug." Murong Jiuqing said.