Just when everyone praised Tang An'an's calligraphy and complimented Zhang Yan's young genius, Yan Ran'er in the background felt a little dignified in his heart.

In fact, she didn't feel unwell, she just wanted Tang Anan to make the first move, so that she could act at the opportunity, so as to try to suppress Tang Anan's limelight.

But at present, it seems that this wishful thinking is difficult to start.

Even if you can't win, at least you can't be too bad!

At the very least, you have to ensure the top three first, win this round, and then have a chance to turn over.

Yan Ran'er gritted her silver teeth, determined to collide head-on with Tang An'an in the same talent.

After a little preparation, Yan Ran'er, who had changed into a dress, appeared on the stage.

is not as hot and bold as before, the short skirt is only slightly transparent, and only the inner spring can be vaguely seen, but it adds more style and attracts countless eyes.

Yan Ran'er smiled charmingly, "Sister Tang is both talented and talented, and Ran'er is quite fascinated, so she wants to follow the example of Dongshi in order to give advice, and I hope that the virtuous and virtuous people here will not laugh at the slave family."

Yo, is it possible that Yan Xingshou plans to compete with Tang Xingshou in calligraphy?

Many viewers became more and more excited, after all, it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Then, sure enough, they saw a group of small servants bringing bookcases and utensils, and then carrying a screen, but the core of the screen was a plain white gauze silk.

Is it to write a book on the core of the gauze screen?

This is too simple, and it is not comparable to the high difficulty of Tang An'an's book Yu Piaoya.

What kind of challenge can this be?

The audience was puzzled and somewhat disappointed.

Yan Ran'er on the stage didn't seem to be aware of it, and still smiled like a flower, "Sister Tang just said that Zhang Xiaolangjun may become the leader of the word world in the future, and the slave family is short and shallow, so he dare not say it, but the slave family thinks that if you want to talk about the leader of the word world now, it must be His Royal Highness King Yan."

Yan Ran'er stabbed Tang An'an a little, Yan Wang is alive, but you are not ashamed to say that a little doll can beat him in the future, it is inevitable that there are some jokes.

When Tang An'an behind the stage heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and squeezed his fist fiercely.

Yan Ran'er continued, "The Mulan words made by His Royal Highness King Yan for his beloved, I don't know how many spring boudoir dreams have been wetted, Jiang Niangzi can be favored like this, which really makes the slave family jealous, but the slave family is also self-aware and does not dare to think of comparison."

Another stab, which made Tang Anan's face even heavier.

And the audience smelled the stronger and stronger smell of gunpowder, but they became more and more interested.

Immediately, Yan Ran'er's voice changed, "It is rumored that Sister Tang wants someone to write a poem for herself that can be compared with Mulan words, although I don't know whether it is true or not, but the slave family deeply agrees with this, in fact, it does not have to be comparable to Mulan words, as long as it is made by His Royal Highness King Yan, the slave family is dreamed of, maybe it is the slave family Cheng who moved the sky, His Royal Highness King Yan really gave the lyrics, the slave family is very happy, and I can't help but want to ask everyone to share."

Before the words fell, the audience was already shocked.

"King Yan is writing lyrics again!?"

"Really? It's good that King Yan is talented, but he doesn't seem to like to compose poems and lyrics, and there are only a few poems in the world, and the Mulan words are only half a rhyme."

"Hey, many people say that Yan Wang Jianglang is exhausted, and some people even speculate that those masterpieces are ghostwritten by others."

"This ghostwriter is a bit ridiculous, anyway, I can't think of anyone in the world who has this talent and is willing to catch a knife for others." Five

"Haha, there are always many self-righteous people in the world, gossip is inevitable, and rumors stop at the wise."

"Don't discuss this yet, the old man can't wait to appreciate His Royal Highness King Yan's masterpiece."

"It's extreme, if it's really King Yan's masterpiece, it means that Yan Xingshou is by no means ordinary, otherwise how could he get this favor."

"Brother Tai's words are very reasonable, so it is impossible for Oiran to be the head of the strict line."

"Hehe, if it's really King Yan's words, then no matter how good or bad Miss Yan's calligraphy is, it can add countless colors."

In the midst of the discussions, Zhao Mengqi looked confused, when did my brother send her a message?

Zhao Hui even had an expression of grabbing a girl, "Okay, fourth brother, you actually carried Sister Wanwan behind your back to mess with flowers and grass, and you didn't explain quickly, otherwise *** will reach Sister Wanwan's ears, but don't blame the little sister for not interceding for you."

Zhao Yan gnawed on the melon and fruit, the juice splashed, and muttered, "It's not bad for the fourth brother to find a few more sisters-in-law, I advise the fifth sister, don't be nosy, besides, this sister on the stage is also very good-looking......

is still considerate of people, my brother didn't hurt you in vain!

Zhao Mengqi was relieved, and raised his eyebrows at Zhao Hui and said, "See, this is what a good sister should look like, learn more!"

"Shhhhhh Zhao Hui shook her head, "Embarrassment for a woman!"

Zhao Mengqi pursed his mouth, as if talking to himself, "Daddy should miss his daughter very much, it's time to send someone back......

"Huh? Don't!" Zhao Wei instantly raised the white flag, "Little sister is wrong, little sister swears to always stand by the side of the fourth brother and absolutely keep the secret for the fourth brother!"

Where is my brother going to keep you secret? As long as you don't talk nonsense.

Zhao Mengqi was a little speechless and let it go gently.

On the stage, Yan Ran'er quietly listened to the discussion floating into her ears, and was quite complacent in her heart, hum, Tang An'an, Tang An'an, if you use a so-called prodigy as a raft, don't blame me for lifting King Yan to help him.

At this time, Zhou Chengji stood up and raised his hand to press it, "Everyone be quiet...... This official often meets His Royal Highness King Yan, and he has not heard of any new works from him, but Yan Xingshou has received a message from His Royal Highness, which makes this official can't help but be a little envious, haha, gossip aside, please Yan Xingshou write out the words, I am very much looking forward to it."

After the order of the scene was restored, Yan Ran'er did not delay any longer.

She walked over to the bookcase, arranged the utensils one by one, and then folded a piece of linen cloth into a thick strip, covering most of her face above the tip of her nose, and tied it tightly.

Ooh! Blind writing? It's kind of interesting!

The interest in the eyes of the audience is even stronger.

You know, although people who can write can write even with their eyes closed, but to write well, that's another matter, and they still use a brush.

Then everyone saw that Yan Ran'er, who was already "blind", picked up the wolf pen quite accurately, stretched out to the inkstone, dipped it a few times, and then lifted it.

There were a few sharp-eyed ones, and they clearly saw that the pen was still white, and there was no ink at all, but out of the mentality of watching the excitement, they did not say anything to remind.

And Yan Ran'er didn't realize it, holding a pen in one hand and an inkstone in the other, and walked behind the screen.

This was a big surprise to the audience, but they all thought that Yan Ran'er planned to write it and then turn it over for everyone to see.

The screen core yarn is very thin, and in the light, even the audience on the front can see Yan Ran'er's every move through the screen, and there is a bit of misty beauty.

In fact, yarn is not as good as silk, and it is not a good carrier for writing, after all, the ink absorption is slightly worse.

Yan Ran'er must have known it herself, since she still chose like this, she must have her own plans, and others didn't have much to remind her.

She stood still for a while, not knowing whether she was brewing or determining her position.

The audience became inexplicably nervous, and their breathing slowed down a lot, and then they saw her take a deep breath and write a straight book.

The brushstrokes are like flying, and Yan Ran'er's posture is also like dancing.

However, more and more people are discovering that there is no trace of the pen, and there is not even a trace of ink left on the silk.

"Hahaha, please forgive me for being unkind, only to find out that Yan Xing's first pen was not stained with ink......

"No ink? Isn't that a lonely?"

"This, isn't it, even if she can't see the inkstone, it's understandable that she didn't get ink, but the inkstone is in her hand at the back, and it will be empty?"

"yes, yes, how can it be so weird? Or is there no ink in the inkstone?"

"It shouldn't be Yan Xingshou's intention, amuse everyone with funny......

"Hehe, in fact, even if it's not, it's okay, it's a big deal to write it again."

There was a lot of noise, and it stands to reason that Yan Ran'er would definitely be able to hear some of it, but she was indifferent

Heartily, there was no panic at all, and it was still written step by step.

As a result, the audience gradually felt that she should have done it on purpose, and they all laughed very easily.

There were only more than fifty words in total, which didn't take much time, and Yan Ran'er quickly stopped writing.

Someone in the audience ridiculed loudly, "Yan Xingshou, don't you write a wordless heavenly book? It's a pity that I, like ordinary people, can't understand it."

Yan Ran'er took off the thick linen cloth and responded playfully, "The slave family wants to be a fairy, but it's difficult to get married."

Zhou Chengji laughed, "Hahaha, Yan Xingshou is so indifferent, it doesn't seem to be a mistake, then I'm relieved, but we still haven't seen King Yan's masterpiece."

"Judge, wait a minute."

Yan Ran'er smiled, walked to the bookcase, held a few small porcelain vases and pounded for a while, and then walked back behind the screen with a bulging cloth bag.

Then, she jerked up the cloth bag, and a large cloud of dust rose up, enveloping the screen with her.

Yan Ran'er spun and jumped in the smoke, looking like she was driving through the clouds.

Of course, if you change an ugly person like this, it should be called disgraced.

The clouds and mist gradually dissipated, and Yan Ran'er began to gently tap the screen core yarn, which stirred up a burst of pervasiveness.

The audience didn't know why, but waited patiently for a while.

When the dust settled, someone noticed an anomaly on the screen, "Ah! There are words!"

People have fixed their eyes to see, the gauze silk really shows dozens of beautiful lines, under the light of the light, the gold belt is dazzling.

Zhou Mi stood up again and recited, "If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick."

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying flocculent, the air is like a gossamer, and a wisp of fragrance is here.

When did the signs come?

When the lamp is half dim, the moon is half bright."

After reading it, he wondered, "Is this a new word card? It doesn't seem right, it's more like a small order, but the artistic conception is very beautiful, and sincere and natural, pure nature, and the voice of Yi'an Jushi is quite similar, the beginning of the word "thought" three times, the end of the word "time" four times, overlapping in a row, the writing is bold and natural, quite interesting, without pretense rhetoric and ink flowers four photos, masterpiece! Masterpieces!"

Yan Ran'er thanked him, "Zhou Yanei is a great talent, this is indeed a new creation of His Royal Highness King Yan, called Zhegui Ling."

Zhou Mi nodded, "It is said that King Yan likes innovation in everything, and it is not unusual to make such a small order, but the method of writing Yan Xingshou is also refreshing!"

"It's not worth mentioning." Yan Ran'er pretended to be humble, "I think everyone can also see the doorway, in fact, the slave family uses honey as ink, and after writing, it is sprinkled with a powder mixed with gold powder, rouge, and pearl powder."

Indeed, the audience also guessed some, and at this time, it suddenly dawned on them, there is really nothing magical in it, and the materials used are all items used by her daughter's family for grooming, the key is Yan Ran'er's dexterous mind.

Many things, to put it bluntly, are worthless, but do not affect people's appreciation of the pioneers.

At this time, someone suddenly realized, "Oh, Yan Xingshou is amazing, those words are written backwards!"

The others also woke up, yes, she wrote behind the screen, if it was written normally, then from the perspective of a positive audience, the words should be reversed.

That's at stake!

It's not a stunt, because a few of the engravers can also write it backwards, but they are more likely to copy it.

If you practice with your heart, many people may be able to reverse it, but this has no practical value.

In any case, although Yan Ran'er's character is written backwards, the calligraphy level reflected is still very high.

With so many bells and whistles, the judges were embarrassed not to give praise, so Yan Ran'er also got five in this round and settled in the top three.

Next, it's the final round, which is the final round!