The wind of the thunderbolt

Standing still for a long time, Zijuan Qingshu put down his pen, but the place surrounded by thousands of people was silent because of these three people. Looking at the indifferent expression, the figures in the crowd flickered, and some people who had already bet on him were secretly worried According to Bai Xiaosheng's words, this purple scroll and green book really doesn't have any strong sense of victory. The appearance of the secondary soul traveling in the sky.The crowd in the audience started to discuss, but when no one paid attention, a figure in blue swayed into the crowd.

Just inadvertently, the man in purple finally made a move. After the pen and ink in the purple scroll and green book were completely dry, he folded it carefully, and he was the first one to hand in the paper!

Looking at the purple scroll green book that has entered the rest area, Hate Jun didn't know that there was a faint smile on his lips, and he stepped up the action on the pen. He has always been a person who pursues perfection, never gives up easily, and will never allow himself to be second This time's failure, all the hard work was just for the beautiful figure in yellow clothes on the stage today, in order to become a man who can match her, so if she loses—this is called him—how can she afford it!

These strokes, strokes, strokes, and swipes are all engraved in the heart, which only belongs to that woman's honor.Who can take it away?

"Ah..." The crowd exclaimed, seeing Nan Feng Bujing's painting is really shocking! Blindfolded painting!How confident is this?If you don't have absolute self-confidence, you are digging your own grave.However, his previous performance as if possessed by a god made many people feel a little lucky. Among these many people, there was naturally Xiang Ling who was implicitly expected on the stage.

Suddenly, the exclamation that had just calmed down sounded again and again. It turned out that the hateful king had already rolled up the scroll and handed it over to King Jiwu.Now, only Nanfeng Bujing, who was the last to submit the paper, was left.

"He is blindfolded, how does he know when the incense will burn out?" Someone in the crowd muttered.

"Yeah?" "Do you want to - remind him?" "This is someone else's game, why are you so concerned?" "Of course I care! Hehe, I bet all my money that Nanfeng won't win." "Oh, it's useless to say anything, why don't you listen to what Bai Xiaosheng thinks?" After finishing speaking, the crowd once again looked at Bai Xiaosheng with the same ambition.

"Ahem... this person, I shouldn't need it. A so-called expert, even if he is temporarily blind, can perceive the surrounding things with his keen intuition. Otherwise, you think he always closed his eyes in the last level, how could he catch up with the last moment?" Hand in the paper? Maybe this time he also handed in the paper at the last moment." Looking at the crowd holding the tickets in their hands, Bai Xiaosheng secretly tugged on the sleeve of a friend next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Oh, now Can you still bet?" It seemed that the fact that everyone participated in the betting stimulated Bai Xiaosheng, and it was inevitable that he would be moved.

"I bought it at the beginning of the game and left it. Why didn't I buy it earlier? I regret it now! Ha." A said gloatingly.

During the conversation, Nanfeng Bujing also put down his pen, and took off the white silk that blindfolded him. A gust of strong wind blew in. Nanfeng Bujing's newly opened eyes met the strong wind. He was startled and lost his hand. The white silk floated away with the wind, under the watchful eyes of everyone, whether it was God's will or man-made, it miraculously floated in the direction of Xiang Ling, she smiled and took it casually.

After all, it is a competition now, and other people should not think that this son-in-law has been appointed by the royal family. King Jiwu took the white silk from Xiang Ling's hand and handed it to the maid to take it temporarily.

"Now that the three paintings are ready, today the elders have unanimously discussed and decided to make this competition the most absolutely fair." On Tai Gong with that standard dead face, tirelessly carrying out the great cause of intimidating children '. "Then the judges for the last competition today are Her Royal Highness and Long Live the King."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in an uproar, and the elders came today for an unprecedented time.

Without being shy, Xiang Ling graciously took King Jiwu's hand and walked down the viewing platform, and walked towards the three people on the marriage invitation platform. Can wring out water.

The waiter arranged the three picture scrolls one by one, so that the wonderful brushwork of this heavenly creation can be revealed to the eyes of the world, and he learned a thousand gold skills and sold it in the emperor's house.Now, I have learned natural craftsmanship, and I only want to be favored by beautiful women.

"Tut tsk tsk..." There was a sound of wailing and exclamation, and many people fell to their feet and sighed bitterly.Why is there such a wide range of lamentations?because--

"This first pair is the one that looks the most like Wang Mei's. Why don't you let Wang Mei comment on it?" Ji Wu Wang threw this hot potato to Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling carefully looked at the first scroll...

Sure enough, they were almost exactly the same, no wonder the people in the audience were howling and screaming just now, and those who didn't bet on Zijuanqingshu were now stunned for the money they were about to lose.

Sigh... If I had listened to Bai Xiaosheng just now, I would have won the bet on Zijuan Qingshu...

The person in the painting, which was carved almost in the same mold as herself, made Xiangling feel like looking in a mirror. There were a few lines of small characters written in small script next to the scroll: Fusheng half-drunk and awake, the beauty smiles sweetly.

After looking at it for a long time, Xiang Ling finally said: "This painting deserves the word "similar in shape."

In the group, everyone who got off the purple scroll and green book cheered. Looking at the farce of the happy and sad families in the audience, Xiang Ling smiled and said the second half of the sentence: "But the resemblance is not satisfactory. If you talk about painters , Mr. Zijuan is indeed the most outstanding of these three people. I am absolutely sure of this. I will forgive the little girl for asking: Is the son really here this time to ask for marriage? Why...why are you here? There is no trace of affection in this painting. Even if we meet for the first time, there is no trace of affection, but why did you paint this painting in such a perfunctory way? Ben Gong can only say - this is just a dead painting! There is only one explanation for drawing a picture scroll without emotion. In the young master’s heart, there is already an existence that is better than the woman in the painting! Maybe the young master does not know it, but the painting will not deceive people. Except for the painting of that person, the rest Mr. Yu can't draw a 'god' at all, just because you have lost your love..." Xiang Ling said, the clear and melodious voice was like the sound of heaven, and the people present watched the four wonders from such a close distance. Even though some beauties have been seen twice, they still cannot help but be impressed by their beauty.

Xiang Ling looked at the Zijuanqing book, the excellence of this man is obvious to all, if he hadn't had his own heart, maybe he would have been impressed by this man, but the emperor had his own heart, but he didn't see through it, now let himself What's the harm in being a matchmaker?Xiang Ling raised a smile, facing Zi Juan Qing Shu: "It is often heard that the young master maintains the golden mean in everything, does not stand out, does not lag behind, just seeks stability, does not have a strong will to win or lose, but now he is the first to hand in the paper. But because I was impatient when I drew this painting, I asked myself to hand in the paper quickly to get rid of this restless state of mind?" After seeing Zijuan Qingshu nodding his head in affirmation, Xiang Ling went on to explain his doubts: "That's because... the young master wants to I painted with longing, but found that I still couldn’t get into the state. I was impatient and wanted a quick fix. I have a solid foundation in painting for hundreds of years. Even in such a short time, I can paint nine points. It’s really amazing! Feeling impetuous, it must be because when you focus on melting into the painting, you will occasionally think of another person in your mind to disturb your thoughts, but at this time you can't give up this situation, so you feel impetuous under confusion. The young master already has a sweetheart, so You can't melt 'feeling' into the painting!"

For a long time, people were so shocked by the news that they forgot to speak, and the scene was terribly quiet.

"What the princess said... yes, it's just that Qingshu didn't realize it." Zijuan Qingshu stood there for a long time, with reminiscence on his face, and the aura of affection enveloped his whole body, making him look extraordinarily gentle. Jade.

"I can assure you that if today was the woman's martial arts contest to recruit relatives, the young master may be in a different situation. I am very curious, really curious, what kind of woman--who can move the face of you who is famous all over the world--can Let Zijuan Qingshu, who is indifferent to the world, desperately want to win?" Xiang Ling expressed the question deeply hidden in the hearts of thousands of viewers.

Zijuan Qingshu looked at the painting and outlined the person who had troubled his heart for a long time. As long as he thought of that person, his whole body would be filled with unconscious tenderness. It turns out—is this love?

"It turns out that it's not that the world thinks it's a good match or not, but...whether I'm willing or not. I've been avoiding, unwilling to face her eyes, distressed, troubled, and even ashamed. Time and time again, the world's eyes hurt her heart. No Thinking of today, she could still come, watching me step by step towards another person with heartache. And I, even in front of the most beautiful woman in the Four Wonders Realm, was not happy at all, just because—— my heart has long been I didn't know it when I left it, until now, I didn't understand it." Zijuanqingshu's mouth outlined a faint smile, hearing this, the hated gentleman next to him was shocked.

In the crowd, a figure in blue trembled, unknowingly... tears streaming down his face.

Zijuan Qingshu looked at the man in blue who covered half of his cheek under the stage, and said softly:

"Alan, go home!"

Zijuan Qingshu walked towards her, holding her hand, the crowd automatically moved aside for the two and watched them leave.

A man as gentle as jade and a woman with mediocre qualifications—what a strange picture is this?But——it just makes people feel extraordinarily harmonious.The beauty between those two people, people can't bear to destroy, there is only - blessing.

A Lan and A Zi are the names that only belong to each other, Jiao Buli Meng and Meng Buli Jiao are their fate.Today, heaven sees with pity that lovers will finally get married!

"It turns out that Zijuan Qingshu has always been thinking of Lan Yinhong, who is also known as Maya's famous place with him, and doesn't care about her appearance, so it can be seen that he really moved his heart, sister Wang, you have done a good deed! "Jiwu King said the words from the bottom of everyone's heart.

In this world - a little bit of beauty is better than a little bit of regret.Is not it?

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