Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Wen Zhifei replied half an hour later, yes.

Big V was ecstatic after seeing the news, he felt that he could use this fame to make a big splash!If the person named Goddess is pulled down from the altar, then he is the most powerful media.

After Wen Zhifei put on her makeup, she checked the time, and the result would be out in an hour.

She told the makeup artist to go out for a walk, and then went out through the back door of the Museum.

There is a large shopping mall behind the Museum of Art. The shopping mall is crowded with people. There are toys and various things sold at the door. Even if it is snowing outside, there are many people who like snow playing outside.

Wen Zhifei entered the shopping mall wearing sunglasses and a mask. It was cold outside, but the heating inside was sufficient.

She didn't take a few steps when she saw the backs of Song Qingzhu and the old man in one of the clothing stores.

Wen Zhifei's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out his phone to take a picture.

The photo was very blurry, Wen Zhifei approached, hid beside the pillar next to him, and took a clear picture of the other side's two profiles.

She stopped and immediately walked out of the mall.

Send photos to that big V while walking.

After Big V receives the message, he replies with a received message.

Then he started to prepare the copywriting.

Wen Zhifei returned to the museum after taking the photos. When she passed the results room, she faintly heard the name "Song Qingzhu". She hid outside and listened secretly.

Judge A: "Damn it! Isn't this Zhiqiu's painting?"

Judge B: "Let me see." After a while, he exclaimed, "Zhiqiu is here to compete? This line, this color, is no different from Zhiqiu."

Judge C answered in the affirmative: "I didn't see You Zhiqiu's name in the entry list."

Judge B opened the cover of the picture scroll and saw the word Song Qingzhu. He was surprised and said: "Could this person named Song Qingzhu be Zhiqiu?"

Upon hearing this, judge A immediately said: "We have never seen Zhiqiu himself, so this person named Song Qingzhu is probably Zhiqiu's true deity. This painting can be seen to have profound skills, even if it is just a piece of sky, it can be painted It has to be deep and shallow."

Wen Zhifei's eyes widened in astonishment, she swallowed, clenched her fists secretly, and then came to her dressing room.

Wen Zhifei rested his chin with one hand, staring straight at the mirror.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she gritted her teeth almost to pieces.

It's Song Qingzhu again, and it's her again!
Could she be Zhiqiu?
Wen Zhifei closed her eyes resentfully, squinted her eyes, and her heart sank slightly.

What she hates the most is Zhiqiu, who was born out of nowhere and is known as a talented painter, while she is known as a talented painter, but the two are completely different, one genius and one talent, she is destined to pay a hundredfold Only strength can barely catch up, but Zhiqiu kept pressing her, taking away her original brilliance.

She never expected that the "Zhiqiu" she had hated for so long would be Song Qingzhu.

Wen Zhifei eased his mood, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Heh, since she dared to show her feet, don't blame her for doing it.

……

Song Qingzhu and Mu Yide strolled around the mall for a while, and returned to the museum at about the same time.

Soon, all the contestants were gathered in the lobby of the museum.

In the hall, it is resplendent and magnificent, the chandeliers are shining, and the marble is smooth and translucent.

Standing together with Song Qingzhu and Mu Yide attracted many people, and many acquaintances of Mu Yide would come to ask who Song Qingzhu was next to him.Mu Yide explained with a smile that she was his granddaughter, and everyone else would have a look of enlightenment.

The competition results are out.

Song Qingzhu's name came out first, and Wen Zhifei was the second.

When Wen Zhifei's name was heard, the people around were in an uproar. People who knew the painting circle basically knew Wen Zhifei, so they all lamented that they had no chance when they heard that she came to compete.

Wen Zhifei enjoyed the attention of everyone, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she glanced proudly at Song Qingzhu next to her. Song Qingzhu was lowering her head and talking to the old man next to her. action.

It was hopeless.

10 entries were entered, and all others were eliminated.

The eliminated players left with a sigh, while others stayed as spectators.

The other ten came to ten houses to start painting, and the painting time was two hours, and then two hours later, the final winner was judged.

The theme is "Home"

In each room, only one contestant is allowed to enter to paint, and other accompanying persons can only wait outside.

In addition, other contestants cannot visit each other, keeping the mystery.

When Mu Yide learned that his granddaughter's painting was selected, he excitedly held her hand.

"Qingzhu, you are really good. You are already very good if you can get in. Don't be nervous next time. Don't worry, even if you don't win in the end, it's okay."

Mu Yide comforted her and said.

Seeing how her grandpa cared about her so much, Song Qingzhu felt warm in her heart. She nodded and responded obediently: "I see, grandpa, don't worry, I will work hard and won't let you down."

Mu Yide was moved to tears, "Okay! Okay! Grandpa believes in you!"

In the past, his daughter was also a painter, which was related to his upbringing since he was a child. However, he still couldn't help thinking of her after she had been away for so long.

If the daughter is still there, she will definitely live well now.

Mu Yide patted her on the shoulder, "Go, grandpa, I'll wait for you outside."

Song Qingzhu nodded and went in.

After closing the door, Song Qingzhu looked around, inside was a place with walls in all directions, the floor was smooth, the lighting was sufficient, the easel was placed in the middle, the drawing board was placed on top, brushes and paints were placed underneath, and there was a chair beside it, Song Qingzhu first sat on the chair After a while, I felt the passage of time.

Soon, she stood up, came to the drawing board, stared at the blank drawing paper, slowly picked up the brush, and first drew a straight black line...

Time passed bit by bit, and Wen Zhifei was very restless in the room where she was painting.

I drew several times in a row, but I was not satisfied.

"Family?"

Wen Zhifei frowned. After the third wrong drawing, she tore off the drawing paper and threw it on the ground. So far, the ground has been piled up with many balls of paper.

She sat on the chair and thought hard for a long time, seeing the time running out, the anxiety in her heart became more and more intense.

And there was nothing on her easel. Suddenly, she thought of Song Qingzhu. If Song Qingzhu was really Zhiqiu, then she must have finished painting.

Wen Zhifei narrowed her eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a gloomy sneer.

If she were to replace the civet cat with the prince, then her reputation would definitely be improved.

Does anyone know whose painting that is?Anyway, there is no name written on the painting.

The more Wen Zhifei thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, so he called someone.