The Empress Dowager

Chapter 48

When the game started in the afternoon, thinking of this, Nangong Yue couldn't help sticking out her tongue secretly, and then continued to stare at the rice paper and Langhao brush in front of her with a sad face. She really doesn't know how to draw, let alone draw any Chinese paintings Yes, so why there are no fighting items, she must be worth ten!

But I have to say that the paper used for painting is high-quality rice paper, there are many choices, there are delicate jade gel suitable for fine brushwork painting, and there are thick brushes suitable for landscapes, but Nangong Yuesu caressed it with her bare hands, and it was impossible to leave it to her. The paper was all damp, so I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, this is a treasure competition prepared by the prince, who has the guts to replace her paper? !
It can't be Princess Mingjia, she has no grievances with Princess Mingjia, she has no reason, so who is it?

Nangong Yue raised her eyes and scanned the surroundings, and saw Nangong Qi looking at this side with malicious intentions. Could it be that she made the paper?Thinking about it carefully, Nangong Qi doesn't have the ability. The reason why she looks at her like this is because she wants to see her make a fool of herself!
At first, I thought about changing to a new paper, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Since she doesn't know how to draw, it would be futile to change to another paper.

Nangong Yue bit the bullet and picked up the Langhao pen and dipped it in ink to prepare to paint, but before the pen fell down, the ink dripped down and blurred on the rice paper. Shan, asked for a cup of tea, and poured it on the paper without saying a word, which caused the crowd watching the excitement to jump immediately. Some people even laughed when they saw her scribbling on the paper in a completely haphazard way:

"I see, she doesn't know how to paint at all, so what is she doing?"

"Oh, what a pity!"

"This group, Miss Jiang must have won."

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What the judge said made Nangong Yue angry, but thinking about it carefully, she didn't expect her to win anyway during the discussion. Nangong Yue's psychological burden was immediately relieved, and the writing became smoother now, and she even learned how to do it on TV. The painter's appearance, here between Tian Tian's paintings, he took two steps back to see the whole situation, if he didn't know, he might have been fooled by Nangong Yue.

However, Nangong Yue knew that she was pretending to be busy. Even if she made up for it, she still finished it ahead of the expected time. Anyway, she couldn't make up anything. The paintings are gone.

Among the crowd, there are those who paint animals, some landscapes, some people, some fine brushwork and some freehand brushwork. But after looking around, although Nangong Yue doesn't know how to paint, she looks coldly at Jiang Xinru, who is the only one who wins the capital. Sure enough.

When it was time to remind again, the last stick of incense that was lit was about to burn to the end, Nangong Yue hurried back to her place, picked up a pen and lit a few more strokes, and waited for the examiner to collect the test paper. Gave a contemptuous look.

Nangong Yue frowned. Is her painting so ugly?
The man who collected the paintings lined up the paintings drawn by everyone in turn for the audience to comment on.

"Miss Jiang's paintings are really good!"

"You really deserve to be the number one talented woman in the capital!"

Nangong Yue didn't care, she knew that she would definitely not get the ranking, so she simply ran to the rest area and ate some fruit, but unexpectedly, a polite scholar pointed at her painting and yelled at the crowd. Sighed: "Huh? Who painted that painting?"

Is this still a name-calling criticism?
"Such an unorganized painting...was drawn by the second sister?" Offstage, Nangong Qi looked at the painting drawn by Nangong Yue with a serious face, a few traces of ridicule flashed in her black eyes, and then she disappeared.

This girl is enough, one time at a time, how can she not suffer enough?Nangong Yue turned her head and glanced at Nangong Heng. It seemed that he had heard about the dispute between the younger sisters for a long time. It was probably because the palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh, so he seemed very hesitant.Nangong Yue didn't say anything, she stood up, passed through the crowd who had different reactions to her paintings, some laughed and some admired, walked up to the scholar, and gave him a hand.

(End of this chapter)