In the face of Lord Qin's request, the old lady was very indifferent, he had already passed the time of fluttering, but he was very sorry to say that the newspaper had rules, and he couldn't break the rules.

Lord Qin said all the good things, and took out the generous gifts he brought, there were a few extremely difficult to find paints in them, and the old man was moved on the spot.

Wen Mianmian gave him a look, so he agreed, and went back to get a set of tools for their painting in person, while Wen Mianmian ordered someone to set up the chair and add two more lamps to make the room brighter.

Lord Wang and Lord Liang were also waiting aside, they wanted to see how much ability this old man who entered the newspaper by virtue of his connections had.

Facts have proved that the old lady is really outstanding in painting portraits, and Lord Wang regretted it after only half of the painting, and after waiting for half a time, Qin Yifan's portrait was officially announced, and the people around couldn't wait to surround him.

Qin Yifan is a little short and fat, strictly speaking, he is not handsome, if you look carefully at the pen, it is not so amazing, but the portrait just gives people a feeling that Qin Yifan is very energetic and confident, which can make people have a good impression of him at a glance, and make people ignore his real appearance.

Lord Qin was satisfied, and exclaimed, "Old man, you are really a god's hand. ”

"This Danqing in Kyoto is not as good as your technique."

Wen Mianmian saw that Lord Wang and Lord Liang both showed a look of regret, and took the opportunity to say: "My grandfather doesn't like fame and fortune, and he has been studying Danqing skills hard since he was young. ”

Lord Qin looked at the portrait happily and sighed again, "It is indeed a master." ”

"Lord and princess, look at the two of you, this old man has been drawn, or will he be replaced?"

"In the old man's heart, no one can paint it as well as the old man."

Looking at what she said, Wen Mianmian said that she was very satisfied, and when she saw that they also brought generous gifts, it was much better than the two people who came next to her with a painting.

Hua Jingyun nodded, "I don't want to make an exception, since it's all drawn, let's use it." ”

In this way, Lord Qin was overjoyed, and after thanking him, he left a generous gift, and left with his eldest grandson, thinking while walking, this is to burn more incense on weekdays, and there is a bodhisattva blessing at a critical time, who let his little grandson often come to the palace, and the two are also acquaintances.

Looking at the back of him leaving proudly, Lord Wang and General Liang were moved, and they were about to open their mouths Old Man Wen to make a move, but the old man only had the precious paint that had just arrived in his heart at the moment, so he waved his hand to Wen Mianmian at random and went back with the paint, and he didn't give Wang two of them.

"This..."

Lord Wang was very annoyed and regretful, looking at the portrait that he had spent a thousand taels in his hand to ask everyone to draw, he suddenly felt that it was difficult to get into his eyes, and in the end he could only watch Lord Qin get his way.

In the middle of the night, it rained in the sky, the wind blew the bamboo, the rain hit the delicate flowers, the sound of the wind and rain brought vitality to the earth, and also brought peace of mind to the people who fell asleep.

Wen Mianmian was still talking and laughing at Lord Wang, and the big scalper who was talking about it pulled her to lie down, "It seems that the spirit is not bad, it is better to do something interesting..."

Caught off guard, Wen Mianmian was hugged with a full embrace, just the sound of wind and rain outside the window, a room of silt.

The next morning, it was blue and cloudless, and the sun was warm.

Today is the first day of the 50 into 10 competition of young talents in Kyoto, and those who grabbed the tickets put on their most decent clothes in the morning, fantasizing about the scene of meeting the emperor today, and sighed that the weather was good, it rained at night, and the wind blew in the morning, and the sun was so dry.

People in twos and threes walked down the street to the royal martial arts arena, although they couldn't enter the door yet, but they could see the portraits of the top 50 outside.

The girls dressed up in fancy clothes also mixed in the crowd, three or two or five or six people, I don't know what to say, one by one pinching the handkerchief and laughing with the flower branches trembling.

The spiritual young man on the road couldn't help but look secretly, although men and women have to be guarded, but everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that today's girls are particularly beautiful.

The outer wall of the royal martial arts arena has been plastered with portraits, and countless people are pointing around the portraits, "This No. 2 Zhang Gongzi is really handsome, oops, he is not married yet!" ”

I don't know whether the newspaper is intentional or unintentional, each portrait briefly introduces the person's surname, where his ancestral home is, how old he is, and whether he is assigned, which greatly facilitates these people who watch the excitement.

A man dressed as a wealthy businessman stood in front of the portrait of the No. 21 contestant with a girl of fifteen or sixteen, "Girl, what do you think of this person?" ”

There has always been a place for these people who have entered the top 50, as long as they participate in the scientific examination, there may not be no place for them on the imperial list, and it is very suitable to pick now.

There are many people with such a purpose, and before the game even started, this place became the scene of catching the son-in-law.

The girl blushed and shook her head, looking at the twenty-seventh son.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, "Come and see, this is my nephew, my nephew is now recuperating at home, and he will play in the afternoon." ”

This person was talking about the twenty-seventh, and the merchant immediately congratulated him and began to greet him......

Another wealthy merchant took a booklet and read it with relish, and exclaimed, "This booklet is more detailed than the ones on the wall." ”

Someone stepped forward and exclaimed, "Oh, there's a booklet, where did you get it?" ”

The rich man pointed to the gate of the martial arts arena, "Fifty taels, it's a good deal." ”

Fifty taels can he sit down and slowly choose a son-in-law, isn't it better than that neck hurts?

Soon, the people sent by Qin Feng sold out fifty copies of the booklet, and earned two thousand five hundred taels of blood.

It turned out that these were all done privately by the people in the newspaper, and Hua Jingyun also nodded and agreed, after working hard for so long, it has to make people a little sweet.

It's a pity that there are too many people, so the painter who asked for it hurried up, that is, the amount of fifty copies.

Wen Mianmian slept until the third pole of the sun, as for the reason, it was considered that she was lazy, waiting for the spirit fruit to be dug up from the bed and washed again, seeing that it was almost noon.

"The competition is in the afternoon, it's in time."

Her head was a little dizzy, Wen Mianmian sat under the eaves and yawned without an image, Mama Fang saw that she had no image and wanted to talk about her again, she sat down very dignified before she spoke, "Mama~"

Mama was helpless, "Not in the future." ”

The dignified princess, the head of the palace, shook her legs and opened her mouth to yawn, which was seen by outsiders that it was a complete image, she had said it many times, but the effect was very little.

Wen Mianmian was about to yawn again, but when she saw Mama Fang staring at her, she raised her arm and covered herself with her sleeve, and her mouth was open.