Countless poems of talented people and children of the family were sent to the private room where the little painting saint was located, and both the children and students of the family hoped that they could witness the face of the small painting saint who was pouring into the country.

At this time, in the room of the thirteenth son of the Yun family, Zhao Feng looked at Yun Quanhui and the three students helplessly, and said helplessly: "You are really too nervous."

"Brother Wang doesn't want to witness the face of the little painting saint, one of the three beauties in the world," Yun Quanhui said.

After Zhao Feng saw the face of the ethereal fairy Xiao Qing, he felt that there was no one in the world whose beauty could be compared to Xiao Qing. Then he shook his head and said, "There are countless talented people in poetry here, even if I write poetry, I will not be like a small painting saint's eye."

"Brother Wang, you're laughing. You don't have lyrics, how can you know that you can't enter the eye of the little painting saint," Yun Quanhui said with a smile.

"That's right, Brother Wang, why don't you compose a poem and hand it over, maybe you will really be valued by the little painting saint. Zhang Xuexue said.

Zhao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't have a good talent in poetry, and I can't think of such beautiful words of praise."

"Come on,,, Brother Wang, don't shirk anymore...... I'll grind it for Brother Wang," said the thirteenth prince of the Yun family, and picked up the ink stone to grind for Zhao Feng.

"Since this is the case, then it will be ugly in the next place" Zhao Feng couldn't excuse himself, so he picked up the brush on the table in his hand, dotted some ink, and wrote his poems on rice paper.

After a long time, Zhao Feng stopped the brush in his hand and put it on the side and said, "It's ugly", and the thirteen sons and three students of the Yun family on the side didn't speak for a long time after seeing Zhao Feng's poems.

"Brother Wang, it should be said that we are ugly, if we don't say that this poem is this word, we will be speechless" The thirteenth prince of the Yun family sighed after reading it for a long time. And the three students on the side were still in the poems written by Zhao Feng, and they only came to their senses after the waiter took away the poems, and even said a few words of "good"

When the waiter took Zhao Feng's poems to the private room of the little painting saint, the little painting saint was discussing these poems with the merchant boy and choosing the one he liked the most.

"Miss, look at what kind of poems these are written in a hypocritical manner," said the maid beside the little painting saint.

Xiao Huasheng and Shang Gongzi smiled and said, "These students have never been out of Yunzhou, and it is good to be able to write such poems."

"Master Shang, this is the poetry of the thirteenth prince of the Yun family" The waiter said at the door with Zhao Feng's poem.

"Oh, I don't think it was sent by the Thirteenth Prince, who is the most famous in the Yun Family's Way of Literary Arts, take it in and take a look," Shang Gongzi said in surprise.

"It is rumored that the thirteen sons of the Yun family have entered the Tao with literature, and I also want to see the literary brilliance of the thirteen sons of the Yun family," the small painting saint Zhou Xuan said.

The waiter took Zhao Feng's poems and spread them on the table, and the little painter and the merchant looked at the poems and did not speak for a long time. The straight road was half-loud, and the little painting Shengcai sighed: "It's not a loss, it's the thirteenth son of the Yun family." And the merchant boy on the side was a little strange and said, "The literature of the thirteenth of the Yun family is mostly based on the theme of mountain ink painting, and rarely writes about the theme of this kind of soldier and iron horse."

"Mr. Shang, this poem was not written by the Thirteenth Prince of Yun, but by the white-shirted young man whom the Thirteenth Prince only met today," the waiter replied.

Xiao Huasheng and Shang Gongzi became more and more surprised when they heard the waiter's words, "This person is a real person who has experienced battlefield battles," Shang Gongzi sighed.

Xiao Huasheng nodded and said, "This is the poem of the first leader, presumably Shang Gongzi will not have an opinion."

Shang Gongzi nodded, and then said to the waiter next to him, "According to the meaning of Miss Xiaohua Sheng, you go and announce it!"

"Yes," replied the waiter, and left the private room to announce the result.

When Yun Quanhui and the three students heard the announced results, they said to Zhao Feng, "Congratulations, Brother Wang!" Zhao Feng, who heard the results, did not think that he would be the first person to be selected, and then Yun Quanhui and the three students said, "It's just a fluke"

At the beginning of the sunset, all the results had already come out, and in addition to Zhao Feng, the other poems that were valued were a rich child and a student. After the results came out, the merchant invited Zhao Feng and others to Shanzhen Building, and when the little painting saint saw Zhao Feng, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he said in a voice that only he heard, "I thought I would see it in Lin'an."

The poems of the Shang Gongzi in the private room of Shanzhen Building, the small painting saint and Zhao Feng and others discussed the poems, and from time to time wore the pleasant and light laughter of the small painting saint and the laughter of the merchant Zhao Feng and others. The dinner lasted half an hour before it ended.

Zhao Feng left Shanzhen Tower and went to the inn where he lived. "Childe, please stay" At this time, a woman blocked Zhao Feng's way. When Zhao Feng saw the woman, he immediately recognized it as the maid beside Xiao Huasheng and said, "I don't know what happened to this girl."

"Childe, this is what my young lady asked me to transfer to Childe," the maid finished speaking, and then gave the note in her hand to Zhao Feng and left.

After Zhao Feng took the note, he opened it and saw the words on the note, "Xijiang Painting Boat at midnight", Zhao Feng looked in the direction where the maid left, and thought suspiciously, "This little painting saint is really interesting."

In the room on the Xijiang painting boat, the little painting saint looked at Zhao Feng's poems and was immersed in them, muttering to himself, "After seeing you, I clearly knew that you are the one I have been waiting for since birth."

In the middle of the night, Zhao Feng came to the side of the Xijiang River to look at the only painting boat, and lightly jumped into the water and landed on the painting boat. The little painting saint in the boat saw Zhao Feng who fell on the boat and said, "Childe, please inside"

After Zhao Feng walked into the painting boat, he saw the little painting saint, at this time, the little painting saint did not cover his face with a veil, and even Zhao Feng looked at Xiao Qing's face, and sighed lightly, "It is worthy of being the three most beautiful women in the world", and then asked: "I don't know, what is there to find the little painting saint at midnight?"

"His Royal Highness King Feng, don't you even dare to sit?" said the little painting saint while making tea.

When Zhao Feng heard Xiao Huasheng's words, his eyes were suddenly full of vigilance, and he said in a deep voice: "Thinking that Xiao Huasheng has recognized the identity of this king so quickly, "Since the other party already knows his identity, there is no need to hide it anymore."

Xiao Huasheng chuckled and said, "To know the identity of His Highness, it is actually very simple, although His Highness no matter how much he hides his innate destiny aura, but in front of fellow Destiny Realm cultivators, he still perceives the fluctuations of the weather aura. ”

Zhao Feng was a little stunned when he saw the smile of the little painting saint, and said to himself: "It's not a loss, it confirms that sentence: the painting saint smiles and pours the country's face, and countless heroes bend their waists" Compared with Xiao Qing, the two are completely different temperaments.

"His Royal Highness King Feng, are you afraid that you will be a weak woman, and you don't even have the courage to sit," Xiao Huasheng said after hearing Zhao Feng's words.

"A person who is born in the Holy Land of Cultivation, even if it is just a woman, will not be weak. And you are also a strong person who knows your fate," Zhao Feng said, but he still did it.

After seeing Zhao Feng sit down, Xiao Huasheng handed over a cup of tea and said, "Compared to those born in the unknowable land, those of us who are considered by the world to be Tianjiao are still much inferior."

After hearing this, Zhao Feng smiled undeniably, and did not continue to talk about this topic, but asked, "I don't know, what is the matter with the little painting saint inviting this king?"

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, the little painting saint sighed lightly, "I don't know, does His Royal Highness King Feng believe in the past and present lives?"

Zhao Feng was stunned when he heard the words of the little painting saint and said, "If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it, I don't know what the little painting saint means?"

Xiao Huasheng looked at Zhao Feng's face and said softly, "His Royal Highness King Feng, whether you believe it or not, you are the nameless flower in my life in this life."

To be honest, I'm really not good at writing such emotional dramas, but there's no way that the plot needs a small painting saint in the back, and it's also a very important character. If the emotional drama is too poorly written, you are really embarrassed.

Also ask for some flowers and tickets. It's hard to write.

In addition, I just want to say that there is a section at about seven o'clock in the second chapter every day, and a section at about half past eleven. It's not that I don't want to follow more, but I value the quality rather than the quantity, if the quality is not good, the officials will also be unhappy. Of course, if the flower exceeds 100 each time, I will update it for a third day in a row, and if the recommendation and click are high, I will continue to add more.

Finally, continue to ask for flowers and tickets. I feel like I'm being brazen.