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Chapter 49 Mu Qingfeng's Distress
The second exam is female red.But it is not an on-site test, but a evaluation of holiday homework.

Sure enough, Bai Wanrou brought her old Shu embroidery work, and immediately surprised all the masters.

She is comparable to those master craftsmen who specialize in embroidering tributes, and got a high score of 98.

Bai Xianyuan's embroidery was above average, scoring 88 points.

So far, Bai Wanrou temporarily ranks first with 180 three points.

Bai Xianyuan temporarily ranked second with 180 points.

The wives praised Wu Mi's skillful goddaughter, and the grandmother nodded in satisfaction.

Wu Mi swept away the embarrassment just now, her face brightened.

The third test question is poetry and painting.

There is no fixed standard for the evaluation of poetry and painting. For the sake of fairness, Confucius invited the dean of Qingmiao Academy, Mu Qingfeng, and Wen Fuzi, who taught poetry and painting, to score together and take the average score.

Mu Qingfeng announced the topic and asked them to choose a person at random, draw his portrait, and compose a poem.

Poems and paintings are all painted on the spot, which is the most test of their true level.

Bai Xianyuan drew A Niang and attached a long poem.

Because she knew that A Niang was still alive, the lines in the poem did not express mourning, but only expressing her longing.

In July in Furong Village, azaleas are blooming all over the mountains, the pastures are galloping and horses are busy, two layers of silk are soaked in sweat, the mother calls her son back, and tells her to change clothes.

In August, at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, the branches of the cuckoo are thankful, and the iced bean soup is on the table, looking at the vastness alone, the son is looking forward to the return of his mother, and I tell you not to be greedy for cold.

When the poems and paintings were handed in, Master Yue looked at them and was a little surprised. He said, "Your painting skills have improved a lot compared to last season. You have a lot of charm, and your writing is much calmer."

Bai Xianyuan smiled: "Thank you, Master."

In the past few years, she often recalled her parents and felt very regretful.

I regret that I was too naughty when I was young, I didn't study hard, and I made my mother angry.

When she is depressed, she spends her time on these things.Those who couldn't learn it in the past have learned it.In the past, those who had only shape, also gained some spirit.It's a pity, at that time, I could never get A Niang's praise back...

When Mu Qingfeng read the poem, there was distress in his eyes.

This time, he finally didn't see disappointment in his eyes.

However, in Bai Xianyuan's heart, it was more bitter than seeing his disappointment.

Because, comparing the two sides, she suddenly discovered that there was nothing between them.

It's not like he didn't know about her hand injury at that time, but he was actually disappointed because of her hand injury and her abnormal performance?
Or, he doesn't care if her hand is injured, what he cares about is whether Mu Qingfeng's fiancée can take the first place.

……

In the end, Bai Xianyuan's poems and paintings scored 95 points.

Look at Bai Wanrou's painting again, she painted Confucius.

In the poem, the respect for Confucius is fully displayed.

The drawing skills are good, and the poems are more gorgeous than Bai Xianyuan's, but she didn't get a high score, only 85.

Bai Xianyuan's total score surpassed her by eight points.

Bai Wanrou refused to accept.

She admitted that Bai Xianyuan's drawing skills and calligraphy were slightly better than her own, but there was not a huge difference.

So, she went over with a humble face and asked: "Three masters, the students want to know, what are the shortcomings of my paintings, can you give me some pointers?"

Master Wen was silent for a moment, took out hers and put Bai Xianyuan's together, and said: "Comparing your paintings with your sister's, her artistry has already reached the point of fascination. But yours is still in the 'shape'. ' On. Her handwriting is also more composed than yours."

Although she was very reluctant, Bai Wanrou had to admit this, she nodded, and asked Li Wei, the principal of Qingmiao Primary School, suppressing her full of dissatisfaction: "Dean Li, please advise."

(End of this chapter)