The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 62
"Okay, master, I will help you."

Looking at the aggrieved Mo Qingcheng, the robot intelligently agreed.

"How to help me."

"Calligraphy is included in my hard drive. If we fit together, you can get this function."

Mo Qingcheng opened his eyes after a stick of incense was gone, calmly picked up the brush, and started the calligraphy competition.

Everyone looked at Mo Qingcheng and wondered what it was like to draw a talisman, but Mo Qingcheng didn't take the time to care about other people, his arms swung, and the cursive fonts he wrote were as casual as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Mo Tianlan finished it first, and seeing Mo Qingcheng's arm swing violently, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Fifth Sister, I'm looking forward to your work."

Mo Qingcheng ignored Mo Tianlan, and finally finished writing just before the incense burnt out.

Mo Tianlan didn't care at all, anyway, Mo Qingcheng was doomed to lose, and she wanted to take a good look at Mo Qingcheng, the legitimate daughter, kneeling in front of her in a while.

Challenge Mo Qingcheng today, one is to teach Mo Qingcheng a lesson, and the other is that she is unwilling. When she was a fool, she occupied the man she liked, and now she is well and still occupies the identity of the prostitute. This makes Mo Tianlan unable to swallow this. tone.

Seeing that both of them had finished, the young man who set the question came down from the referee's seat and came in front of the two of them.

The man first picked up Mo Tianlan's work and nodded.

"That's right, my strength has grown a lot, and now I write it with a charm."

Mo Tianlan bowed respectfully to thank her, with a smug look on her face.

Seeing Mo Tianlan bend over, Mo Qingcheng who was on the side was a little surprised.

After reading Mo Tianlan's work, Mo Qingcheng's work has also been written. The man walked up to Mo Qingcheng, and seeing Mo Qingcheng's handwriting, his eyes flashed with surprise.

After reading a poem, I praised it again and again.

"Good words, good words, good characters, I never thought that you, a little girl, have reached such a high level of handwriting."

When everyone heard the good words from the man's mouth, they all felt a little strange.

Is this boasting about the allure of ink?
But isn't Mo Qingcheng good at calligraphy?
Did they get it wrong?

Before everyone could be surprised, the young man spoke again.

"Miss Fifth, can you give me this painting!"

Mo Qingcheng didn't know the young man in front of him, but there was no one in the academy who didn't know him.

Yun Yuan is the youngest teacher in the Taiyuan Academy, but his strength does not match his age at all, and his articles are not too shy in front of some great Confucians.

It is such a person who actually went to ask for a word of a waste. Everyone just felt supernatural and surprised today. This is simply impossible.

However, Yun Yuan smiled and looked at Mo Qingcheng, with only love for words in his eyes.

Mo Qingcheng thought about it for a while, and felt that Mo Tianlan was so respectful to the man in front of him, so this man's status must be unusual, so he can befriend him.

"Then give it to Mr.

Anyway, it was just a pair of characters. Mo Qingcheng didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but in the eyes of an insider, he knew that it was a good character.

Yun Yuan's attitude said everything. In this round, Mo Qingcheng unexpectedly won.

Some of the people couldn't come back to their senses.

Mo Qingcheng smiled and looked at Mo Tianlan, who had already turned pale, with a cold look in his eyes.

She, Mo Qingcheng, is not the Holy Mother, and if someone intends to insult her, she will not let that person go easily.

Mo Tianlan didn't believe it, she rushed to Yun Yuan and took Mo Qingcheng's calligraphy. She didn't believe that Mo Qingcheng's calligraphy was better than hers, she didn't believe it.

(End of this chapter)