It wasn't until he returned to his seat that Lu Hui knelt down and felt that Fang Caidan's performance was abnormal.

It stands to reason that he should be skeptical of his claims.

Not really. Whatever he said, he believed it directly. There are no doubts, and there is no expression of doubt.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he felt that he had confused the facts and hallucinated under all kinds of oppression in the prince's mansion.

In fact, Lu Hui also wondered if she was just having a dream, nothing had happened, it was just her imagination.

But it was true that there was ecstasy in Shan Shulin's bowl of medicine, and everything that happened later proved her guess.

If it's a dream, it's an illusion, it's too much of a coincidence.

"Nange."

A girl hurriedly walked over, beckoned to Lu Hui, and sat beside her with a smile: "I saw that you have not come down the mountain, and I heard that Shami said that you have left, so I will go down the mountain first." ”

Looking at the beads of sweat on Lu Yan's head, Lu Hui knew that she had been looking for herself all along.

Thinking of this, her eyes softened, and she raised her hand to pour a cup of tea for Lu Yan: "I met the old man, so I went down the mountain late." ”

"Then you can rest for a while." Lu Yan took the teacup and took a sip of it, "I'm going to try painting later, have you figured out what you want to draw?" ”

Lu Hui shook his head: "It depends on the situation, what are you going to paint?" ”

"Me?" Lu Yan lost her voice and laughed, "Nange, I don't have to go on stage, I've already promised to kiss, just to see the excitement." ”

Lu Hui remembered that Lu Yan had promised the third son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites. She smiled: "Didn't you just ask for the peach blossom knot, or did you ask for him?" ”

The third son of Yi Duchen, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, is called Yi Zhongjin, and Lu Hui once heard the prince master talk about his name, he is a talented and learned son, and he has a good character and beautiful appearance.

Speaking of which, it is indeed a good marriage.

"Who asked for him?" Lu Yan blushed, "Wow, is it difficult for this peach blossom knot to have a man?" I'll ask for it for myself! ”

When she said this, her face was redder than the peach blossom knot.

Lu Hui smiled and stopped laughing with her about it. Some jokes, point to point.

The master of ceremonies stood on the stage again, Lu Yan looked at it, and said to Lu Hui: "You go up." You have to give the guy who is above the top of the second sentence a little color, at least it can't make her too easy. ”

"Hmm." Lu Hui responded. She understood that Lu Yan actually felt in her heart that Xing Manyun would win. After all, all things aside, she is indeed the best person in this competition.

Hearing the master of ceremonies announce his name, Lu Hui stood up, feeling that someone was pulling the hem of his clothes, and looked down at Lu Yan.

She took out a red slip from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Hui: "I asked for you, the sign of the Prince Temple is very smart." ”

Lu Hui took the sign, and when he saw the word Master written on it, he knew that it was a high lot.

She smiled, "Thank you." ”

Few people would do one thing for her like this, not to mention that Lu Yan and she hadn't known her for too long.

Seeing Lu Hui smiling, Lu Yan also curled her lips: "You go, I'll wait for you here." ”

"Okay." Lu Hui nodded, walked to the front of the stage, and hid the sign that Lu Yan asked for her into her sleeve, and there was a little joy in her heart for no reason.

It is said that people outside are sinister, but now it seems that this is not the case. At least Lu Yan really has no interest entanglement with her, and she is really good to her.

It's just that...... I don't know if she can be so pure if she knows her identity.

Thinking of this, Lu Hui's eyes dimmed again.

It's hard to have a friend.

The drawing test is different from the piano test. The piano test is played by one person in public, and the high and low are immediately visible. In the painting test, the remaining fifteen people in the piano test painted at the same time, and finally presented to the Taishi Lu Wenbin, who selected five people.

Because of his status, Lu Hui was placed in the most marginal position. She looked from afar and saw Xing Manyun sitting in the most central position.

Also, as the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, her status is high, and the eldest sister is Lu Wenbin's disciple, so it is not surprising that she will be placed in the most eye-catching place.

But fortunately, there is no difference between the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone used for painting, everyone is the same, and there is no hierarchy.

Taking a pen from the pen holder, Lu Hui stroked the tip of the pen and sighed softly.

Compared with the usual brushes she paints, it is much worse, and she may not be able to adapt to it.

The people next to her heard her sigh and sneered disdainfully.

Probably Xing Manyun publicized her identity as a concubine, which made everyone angry with her.

Lu Hui lowered his head, just as if he didn't see their disdainful or ridiculous eyes, and lowered his head and only focused on his own business.

In fact, what exactly to paint, Lu Hui really didn't have any idea in his heart. After all, in the Prince's Mansion, she can draw as she wants, and no one restrains her.

Besides, if he draws something very rebellious here, Xing Manyun will really only be enough to pick up his own laughing stock.

Thinking about it, Lu Hui decided to paint landscapes in a proper manner, and still didn't plan to be brilliant. She just needs to be shortlisted, the green mountains and green waters, it is still easy to control.

Lowering his head and dropping a few strokes, slightly delineating the outline, Lu Hui heard a sneer again, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the source of the sound in displeasure.

I don't know whose girl it is, but when she saw that Lu Hui only had black and white on the paper, and only two strokes were smeared, she couldn't help laughing.

Lu Hui looked at the paper on her desk, and the painting was a light pink peony flower.

The colors are vivid and lifelike. In particular, the two colorful butterflies next to the peony flowers are almost ready to come out of the drawing paper.

There are no simple characters who can pass the piano test.

Lu Hui twisted his eyebrows and secretly said that it was not good.

It's not that her painting skills make Lu Hui feel pressured, but that Lu Hui suddenly found that the things she painted were different from others.

Others paint flowers and birds, she paints landscapes, obviously different styles of things.

Throughout the audience, there was not a single person like her who only used black ink and did not touch any other colors.

Only then did Lu Hui remember that women like colors, not to mention landscape paintings, even Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum is not much painted. If she paints a single piece of ink, it may not be too eye-catching among the danqing.

It's just that......

Everyone has only one piece of paper, and now it is impossible to redraw it.

Putting down the pen, Lu Hui saw that the incense lit in front of the stage had just been burned for a small time, and he wanted to modify it temporarily, but there was still time to do it.

She was thinking about how to change the painting, when she accidentally glanced at the scene, and saw what Shan Shulin was talking to the woman before.

There are no distractions, and there is still joy to look at.

It's good that he is alone, and the front foot himself told him why he was angry with him, and the back foot he actually had no guilt to talk and laugh with the girl.

If she doesn't make trouble with him today, she will write the word Lu Hui upside down!

Adjusting the color, turning the scroll, Lu Hui took the pen again, lowered his head and thought for a moment, raised his hand to drop the ink, and moved quickly.

You like girls, don't you? You like to talk to girls, don't you? Today, she let him like it enough!