First-class traitor, second-class adulterer

His talents are all over the world, and he paints paintings with the highest artistic conception. "Jian Tan said with a smile, but everyone could see the contempt in his eyes.

"Don't be convinced, I don't know if I didn't listen to you play, but if I heard you play something wrong, you will definitely not be the leader of this new moon." Zhuo Shaoqing was even more cheerful, he really judged Jian Tan There is no hope of winning the championship, so naturally I am a little carried away.

"Oh?" Jian Tan smiled and snorted, not feeling that his judgment was meaningful.

Zhuo Shao tilted the fan away, stood up and walked to Jian Tan, and tapped the fan on the table, "Since you are very confident in your own piano skills, and I am more confident in my judgment, sir, do you dare to follow me?" I gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" Jian Tan raised her eyebrows, naturally not to be outdone.

"What are you betting on? Why are we here?" Zhuo Shaoqing smiled slightly.

Jian Tan pondered for a while, then picked up the teacup, "The stakes are too high."

"You've been honest once, and I also think it's impossible for you, a bastard, to let me get what I want so easily." Zhuo Shaoqing waved his fan again, "If you win the championship and become the leader, I, Zhuo Shaoqing, Leave immediately, without ambiguity at all, I will let you take care of this matter with the Mongolian Khanate envoy, and you will never intervene again; otherwise, you will just go back to your east and nest, how about it?"

Jian Tan raised his eyelids to look at him, as if wondering why he dared to make such a bet, and took another sip of tea, Zhuo Shaodao was very patient, not at all impatient.Jian Tan put down the teacup and said, "Zhuo Shaoqing, do you think you can fool me with your brains? Everyone knows the bottom price, so why waste time with useless tricks? If you are sincere, you can make good terms. Otherwise, please don't block my view."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I suddenly feel that you are only worth my tricks. I heard that your piano has been poisoned." Just after Zhuo Shaoqing finished speaking, Jian Tan stared at him coldly, and Zhuo Shaoqing stopped Look, "You win the championship, I'll leave, otherwise, don't appear in front of me all the way to the capital, and don't interfere in this matter."

"Whether this journey is long or not, many things can be decided—" Jian Tan hesitated.

"Whatever you think." Zhuo Shaoqing already acted as if you liked to gamble or not.

Jian Tan knew that this was his reserve price, and after thinking about it, the bet was fair, wasn't it just before the capital, anyway, the real exchange of fire was also in the capital, so he nodded immediately.

This is not unexpected, Zhuo Shaoqing asked: "Written evidence?"

Jian Tan replied: "That's exactly what I mean."

In view of the fact that they are both heads of the insidious faction, the two met formally for the first time, and it was obvious that no one could be trusted. Zhuo Shao raised his hand and beckoned Zhuo Yiqi to take a pen and paper, write down the details of the bet, and hand over Give Jian Tan a look.

Jian Tan took it over and stared at it for a moment, couldn't help but think for a moment, Zhuo Shaoqing urged: "Is there any question?"

"Literally not."

"Ok?"

Jian Tan took a pen to write down his name, then looked at it up and down for a while, then turned to look at Zhuo Shaoqing, "Brother Zhuo, did you hurt your hand?"

"?"

"This word... really... just like a person!" It was the first time for Jian Tan to find the words with such difficulty.

"Why? Do you have an opinion? Who doesn't know me, I will teach you!" Zhuo Shaoqing finally understood what it meant, and thought that it would be good if I could write simplified characters with a small pen from a small pen, and learn traditional Chinese with a brush brush as the Romans do. calligraphy!

"Yes, there is." Jian Tan recalled, "Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly, and almost 20 years have passed before I know it. The word thank you brother Zhuo makes me feel very cordial, just like seeing myself when I was three years old."

Zhuo Shaoqing: "..."

"Pfft..." Zhuo Yiqi also shook his head, "I've said it many times, your words are really clumsy in front of outsiders, I don't know how you have the nerve to show them."

"Mediocre!" Zhuo Shaoqing took the bet and felt too lazy to argue with them. He waved his fan and threw them a coquettish back.

"Ahem..." Jian Tan choked on drinking tea for the first time, and Ding Fenghan, who had always been paralyzed behind him, had a distorted expression on his face, while Zhuo Yiqi rushed to Ding Fenghan with a painful expression on his face, with tears in his eyes: "Ding Ding , Ding Ding, you kill me. Can I not know him? It's too shameful, Ding Ding, I beg death!"

The corner of Ding Fenghan's mouth twitched, and he kept his hand on the hilt of the sword, and a little compassion was born in his heart.

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After a short rest, there will be two groups of calligraphy and painting competitions in the afternoon. While drinking tea, Jian Tan squints at Zhuo Shaoqing who is on the stage, but sees that he is always coquettish and shameless. He looks like a well-dressed and chic Mr. Zhuo Shijia, with bright red long sleeves waving, as if it was just such a quick effort, a painting was completed, and he was promoted without any pressure.

This piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Jane Tan especially loves Qin, but as a famous gentleman of a generation, naturally he has to dabble in each of them a little bit, and he is not far behind the other three, but it is a simple and quick landscape painting, from Zhuo Shao Qing's brushwork and painting skills can be seen in some way, the brushwork is novel, the layout is grand, and the white space is clever, so it's no wonder he dared to bet on this bet.Looking at the calligraphy group again, it is true that there is a strong and powerful brushstroke, but Jian Tan reckons in his heart that Zhuo Shaoqing's strong opponent is probably still.

However, Jian Tan is more confident in his piano fingering skills that have been refined for many years. If he wants to talk about this, he passed by the hometown of the previous generation of Qin Immortals. Long and short ones can be counted on one hand.

"Now, it's the finals of the calligraphy and painting group. Let me talk about the final rules of the calligraphy group..." The host is still enthusiastic, and Zhuo Shao put all his skills to advance to the finals again. Jian Tan is not surprised, and still sits quietly He sat down and tasted the silver thread tip of Zhongzhou's top-quality famous tea brought up by the governor who specially curry favor with him.

"As for the painting group, in the finals, there are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the country of piano sound, the strategy of black-and-white hand-talking, and the majestic momentum of calligraphy. What's left in the end?" The host smiled and subtly dropped the topic. For the people present, at the end of the conference, when everyone is tired, they must mobilize their enthusiasm.

As soon as this remark came out, it was really effective, and the people quickly realized that Jiangshan... hehe, naturally it was not enough——

"Love Jiangshan or beauty?"

"The beauty of Jiangshan! It must be a beauty!"

The common people booed one after another, no matter what dynasty, beauty is always an enduring topic.

"It's still short of a beauty! That's right!" The host was very satisfied with the effect, and said with a smile, "So, the topic of the painting group final is beauty! It is required to draw a picture of a beauty, and naturally the most beautiful wins, and there is a limit of one hour. No limit, folks, let's get started."

Jian Tan thought that the person who wrote the question was quite interesting. The violin, chess, calligraphy and painting include the magnificent beauty of the country, raised his eyelids and glanced at the stage, everyone pondered for a while, then quickly raised their sleeves and spread out the drawing paper, ready to start painting, only Zhuo Shaoqing was still looking at the drawing paper, with a strange arc on the corner of his lips, feeling his gaze, turned his head to look over, and smiled evilly with confidence.

Jian Tan faintly felt that something was wrong, Zhuo Shao leaned his back to him, and under the setting sun, he spread out the paint brushes one by one, swiping the brushes to draw, the red clothes danced with the wind, and the indescribable wind/flow prevailed.

Zhuo Yiqi looked over here, and couldn't help muttering: "It seems that he really takes this painting seriously, and he is willing to use such hard-to-buy pigments as Melaleuca dye, which was bought from overseas."

At this time, Yong Zinian was sitting on the carriage all the way to the south, firmly away from the two evils of going north...

The author has something to say: Hey, the bad guy is back, everyone will have a happy National Day~~

In the next chapter, let’s look at Zhuo Shaoqing’s picture of a beautiful woman and everyone will be shocked~~~~ Hehehehe~~~ As for the bet...

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Charming beauty

For an hour, whether it is long or not, Jian Tan feels a little uneasy. After all, there is a bet first. Looking at Zhuo Shaoqing's serious painting, it is impossible to say that there is no pressure. His direction is only I can see Zhuo Shaoqing's slender back, and I know that he deliberately turned his back on him like this, and I don't know if he has the magical painting skills that can overwhelm him.

The setting sun was about to set, and the time for the Menglan New Moon Festival was still very accurate. The incense for calculating the time had already burned to the end. There were six finalists in the drawing group, and five of them had completed it. Only Zhuo Shaoqing was left. Concentrate on swiping the brush, coloring bit by bit with extra care, even some details cannot be flawed.When the incense burnt to the end, the rest of the people had clearly handed in their papers and retreated, leaving only Zhuo Shaoqing on the stage.

"Young Lord, time...is running out." The host came over and reminded with a embarrassed yet flattering smile.

Zhuo Shaoqing didn't look up, stretched out a free hand and made a stop motion, "Don't come over, I know."

The host didn't dare to approach, and just watched from a distance, wondering what kind of beauty this person is drawing.

"Brother Zhuo, are you okay? I made a cup of tea here. I'm fine. You don't have to force yourself after you take a rest." Jian Tan said empathetically, "It doesn't matter if you make an exception in a little time, the main thing is to get the favor of Young Lord Zhuo. It is an honor to paint with my own hand.”

Zhuo Shaoqing seized the last bit of time to paint, and he didn't have time or time to talk to him. He didn't know that Jian Tan was trying to squeeze him. In fact, he had to wait for some time. The host might turn a blind eye because of his status. The time passed, so Jian Tan came out in time to cut off his way, so naturally he would not be able to