Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Chuchu could no longer see her sister, who was clearly in front of them just now. However, she could see her sister's painting through the gap between the shoulders of the people in front of her.

Juanjuan's painting looks comparable to Jiang Lin's from a distance. If you don't pay attention, you might think they were painted by the same person. The composition is the same, and every stroke shows the artist's outstanding skills.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the peach garden is more prominent in Juanjuan's painting. The color of the peach blossoms is also extremely bright, and every petal is clearly visible. Instead, the scenery behind it gradually becomes misty, and becomes more and more hazy and vague as you go back, which makes people full of reverie.

Chuchu said softly without any flattery: "If it were me, I would definitely let my sister win first."

The tone of voice is so proud.

"I also like Sister Juanjuan's better. Look at how well she grasps the colors. It's more fascinating than the real scene. The peach blossoms look even more beautiful."

"Yes."

Jiang Hua and Qiao Qiao also echoed in a low voice.

Perhaps because he heard their whispered comments behind him, the Thirteenth Prince turned around and glanced at them. The Seventeenth Prince turned around only after noticing Thirteenth Prince's actions.

He first looked at Chuchu's face, then turned to Jiang Hua who was looking excited. There was a bit of disdain in his expression: They are not the ones who draw well. I don't know why they are so happy. Why are they chirping like sparrows? This is not a zoo.

Chuchu and Jiang Hua were worried at first that he would start trouble again. Qiao Qiao saw that he even turned his body to the side, and then pulled their bodies back with his hands, causing them to almost stumble. However, they didn't expect that Wanku just glanced at Jiang Hua one more time, without any other intention, and turned his head away without saying a word.

Chuchu agreed with what Jiang Hua and Qiao Qiao said. She also felt that anyone with a little vision would definitely think that Juanjuan's painting was better.

But he also knew in his heart that the first prize today should be reserved for Xie Lin. After all, no matter who the judge is, he will give the host some face. Moreover, when the two people's skills are comparable, it is normal to be a little biased.

She secretly looked over at Jiang Lin, who was also surrounded by a group of noble ladies, and saw Feng Jiaojiao, Shen Meiniang and others gathered around Jiang Lin and took the initiative to line up there. She thought that they must have said a lot of compliments to her.

Shen Meiniang would occasionally glance over here, and when she saw Chuchu looking at her, she would immediately return a provocative look with unfriendly eyes.

Because Concubine Dowager De and Madam Jiang were also gathered there to comment, naturally the noble ladies all surrounded them. Even Li Yan and Princess Chun were gathered together. If nothing unexpected happened, the ranking would be decided and it would definitely be Jiang Lin.

However, Chuchu felt that her sister would not snatch the award given her personality, and her sister would not be sad no matter what the award result was. Her mother thought the same as them, so she did not take it to heart.

On the other hand, if he really stole the limelight from the host family, he would probably feel guilty and be restless.

"Where did my sister go? Have you seen her?" Chu Chu felt strange. Although there were a lot of people, there were only a few dozen of them. If she was nearby, she would not be hard to find.

"When I came in just now, I seemed to see Sister Juanjuan. Did she go to the toilet?" Jiang Hua's voice suddenly became louder, and even the people in front and behind could hear it.

"I'm in the front, Chuchu, you guys squeeze over."

Unexpectedly, my sister's voice was actually ahead of the princes, and it sounded not far from them.

Chu Chu was startled and quickly pushed aside the Thirteenth Beile in front of her to look forward, completely forgetting the identities of the people in front of her.

In the end, Jiao Zhongjue took the initiative to give up his seat and motioned for them to pass by him.

Seeing Chuchu and Jiang Hua's anxious looks, and daring to try to squeeze through between him and Thirteenth Brother, the Seventeenth Prince next to Thirteenth Prince was not happy, and grabbed Jiang Hua's hand angrily, saying: "She doesn't look like a noble lady at all, how can we eat her?"

Jiang Hua was also angry. It was clear that Prince Jue had already given up his seat and they could just walk over.

"It's hard to say for someone like you." Jiang Hua was not polite either. She wanted to shake off his hand, but failed.

"Squeeze... squeeze... and look carefully. Your sister is missing... not a single hair." Not only was one of Jiang Hua's hands grabbed, but the Seventeenth Prince also pulled her and held her head with one hand, pulling her directly in front of him. He also tried to hold Jiang Hua's head and force her to look forward.

It was not until she saw Jiang Hua and the Seventeenth Prince standing side by side, with Jiang Hua even slightly in front of the Seventeenth Prince, that not only was Jiang Hua startled, she also had a look of horror on her face, with her mouth wide open, but she could see everything in front of her.

Chuchu quickly pulled Qiaoqiao and squeezed in front of Brother Jue, then leaned towards Jiang Hua, as if to support Jiang Hua, and her eyes signaled her not to be afraid.

"Shut up, it's so ugly." Jiang Hua's face turned red, it was so embarrassing. The Seventeenth Prince did it on purpose and was so unreasonable.

However, when he saw that Jiang Hua was standing next to him, the Seventeenth Prince released his hand that was pressing on Jiang Hua's head.

Seeing that sister Juanjuan in front was fine, Jiang Hua did not scream out. However, with princes on both sides, she finally got scared. She became a quail and huddled close to the Seventeenth Prince. She did not dare to squeeze anymore. However, she looked at Chuchu with a pitiful look in her eyes and could not squeeze together with Chuchu and Qiaoqiao.

She didn't want to get close to this demon, it was so abominable.

"Juanjuan, it's okay. Come over here and don't go over there."

Chuchu's hand was gently grasped again, preventing her from getting closer to the Seventeenth Prince and Jiang Hua. While speaking, Jiao Zhongjue gave Chuchu a reassuring look.

Chuchu didn't look back. That was Brother Jue's voice, so she let him pull her. Qiaoqiao also hurriedly followed, sticking close to Chuchu, but didn't pay attention to the little movements between them.

When I stood in front of Brother Jue, I realized that my sister in front of me and the noble lady Liu Yueya who had another drawing board next to her were also there, but they were standing in the aisle between the two drawing boards.

They all stood there respectfully with their hands hanging down, perhaps just listening to other people's comments on their paintings. They were still a little distance away from the princes, and they just turned slightly sideways and did not look directly at the princes.

Is this still necessary? Chuchu looked at Qiaoqiao. Do they also need to stand next to their own drawing boards to listen to other people's comments? But no one is looking at the two paintings behind them.

The loneliest ones may be their two paintings. There is not even a sparrow in front of them, let alone people.

Chu Chu was very discouraged. As expected, outstanding people bring their own traffic.