After the rebirth, Mrs. Shizi, she quit

Chapter 178 Chapter 178, I bet I will choose Wen Shaohui's picture

All of a sudden, the itchy little girls begged their elder brothers one after another, and some men who dared not express themselves began to make paintings with the help of their younger sisters. It was not necessary to make paintings, but there were paintings and poems, isn’t that true? Are the odds better?

Song Yanluo was not affected by the influence of the outside world at all, and her whole mind was on the painting.

Wen Jinyu held her hand and drew it very well, but she couldn't see that it was very good. From time to time, she tilted it forcefully, and from time to time, she tilted it hard again. Although Wen Jinyu repaired it, it still looked a little weird.

If you say that the painting is not good, the camellia is as vivid as a real flower. If you say that the painting is good, it is not like the pearl camellia on the stage.

As for this, Song Yanluo was very satisfied, so it was called painting together, otherwise, what would be the difference between holding her hand and painting by himself?
When the allotted time was up, everyone put down their pens, and the maids picked up the signed paintings one after another, and then exhibited them one by one. After all, there was a selection process.

Most of them are paintings accompanied by poems, and a few painted paintings or poems alone.

There are about sixty poems and paintings, and everyone's eyes are sharp. In the first round, ten paintings are selected first. Naturally, this will be selected by the three prize winners. Each person chooses ten paintings. Whichever painting is selected by two people at the same time, it will directly enter the second round, and if three people select it at the same time, it will directly enter the third round.

They are all things for all to see, so there is no objection when the last ten paintings are selected in this way. At this moment, some people are happy and some are depressed. After all, if they are not selected, they will miss the reward.

Wen Baishan was very happy, holding back her excitement, because her painting was promoted.

Wen Shaohui had no expression on his face, with a cold look, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Yanluo's eyes were ambiguous, because her painting that she deliberately messed with had also advanced, which was very interesting. Some distant scenes were a little noisy. She couldn't hear what Wang Huizhen said, but she saw that she had been talking to the old man Wang all the time. People whispered, and that Mrs. Wang's complexion was good and bad from time to time.

"If the three of us draw lots, the one who chooses will not be able to choose the rest. It's not good to give them all to one person. This is not suitable." Seeing that the ten people were settled, Wanyan Fu immediately proposed.

Wanyan Fu spoke, who would make sense.

Both Wang Zhengshi and Yao Yining said yes.

Soon someone made something for drawing lots, and then the three of them each took it. After opening it, Yao Yining was the first, Wanyan Fu was the second, and Wang Zhengshi was the third.

"Come on, Yong'an, you choose first." Seeing the order landed, Wanyan Fu directly asked Yao Yining to choose first.

As the first choice, there was indeed some pressure. After hesitating for a while, Yao Yining immediately made a suggestion.

"I like them very much. I think they are all very good. I don't feel at ease to give it to anyone. How about this? I blindfolded, and the maids turned their backs to me. After exchanging paintings at will, I opened the silk cloth, and whoever I chose was the winner." Who."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately felt that it was extremely fair. After all, it was a blind selection. If you can't be selected, it means that you are unlucky. It has nothing to do with the person selected.

Wanyan Fu glanced at Yao Yining, and then boasted, "That's a good idea, I will do the same later."

This actually made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. This is luck.

Song Yanluo laughed lightly, and then felt that she couldn't be happier alone, and immediately approached Wen Jinyu a little bit, and said, "I bet that Princess Yong'an will choose Wen Shaohui and Wen Baishan's pair, do you believe it?"

It’s hard to say without Wen Shaohui’s painting, but if there is, it will definitely be Wen Shaohui’s. Speaking of it, Wen Shaohui grabbed Wen Baishan’s hand and drew it, but it’s just grabbing. What’s the difference from Wen Shaohui’s own painting? .

Yao Yining cared more about Wen Shaohui, she knew it better than anyone else, it was really clear.

Song Yanluo was smiling, but the coldness gradually stained her eyes.

Wen Jinyu's eyes darkened for a moment, she glanced at Song Yanluo, and then replied, "Letter."

Just as the two of them were talking, the preparations were made over there, and the maids changed their paintings indiscriminately, and then stood still.

After hearing that she was ready, Yao Yining's maid, Chunxian, let go of the silk covering her eyes.

Yao Yining was not in a hurry to choose, but rather hesitated, and after a long silence, she said, "I'll choose the sixth picture here, and the number six is ​​the number one."

Immediately, the maid who was touched turned the painting around, and as expected, it was the one of Wen Baishan and Wen Shaohui.

"I guess if this painting was in the third place, she would probably say the number three." Listening to Yao Yining's high-sounding words, Song Yanluo and Wen Jinyu whispered.

And just after she finished speaking, Wanyan Fu, who watched the excitement over there and didn't think it was a big deal, said, "This king said that Yong'an and Wen Shaohui have a tacit understanding, look, this choice is chosen."

Upon hearing this, Yao Yining smiled softly, with obvious shyness, "I just chose at will."

"This king seems to have a tacit understanding. In this way, this king will give you another thing. The first thing is also available in my palace. It belongs to my queen mother and concubine. This king will also come up with a set. You choose, and you will give it to whoever you choose. .”

Wanyan Fu felt that it was not too big of a deal to watch the excitement, but the people listening below were excited, and they had a pretentious appearance, and they belonged to the imperial concubine, how could they not be excited.

"Brother Jing Wang, just make fun of me." Yao Yi Ning was soft and helpless, and shy in her helplessness.

Then she asked Chunxian to tie a white ribbon on her again.

"This time you changed the painting and turned your backs to Yong'an." Wanyan Fu suddenly added another sentence, which made it more difficult.

Wanyan Fu ordered, and the maids naturally followed suit.

"I bet I'll still choose Wen Shaohui's one, do you believe it?" Looking at everything in the field, Song Yanluo whispered to Wen Jinyu again.

But this time, there was no direct answer, but a rhetorical question, "Is that why you care?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Yanluo looked back subconsciously, her always gentle eyes were imprinted with a faint aggressiveness at the moment, and just one glance made her heart palpitate endlessly.

Curling her fingers in her sleeves, Song Yanluo asked back, "What do you care about?"

"What do you think Ma'am cares about?" Wen Jinyu asked without answering.

Song Yanluo didn't speak, and just looked at Wen Jinyu.

"I choose this side to go to the ninth picture, for a long time."

Suddenly, Yao Yining's voice sounded. Song Yanluo turned her eyes away and looked over. As expected, the ninth painting was also Wen Shaohui's.

"This king said that you are destined, sure enough." Wanyan Fu praised immediately, "This face is from this king, Wen Shaohui, I will send someone to send it to you later."

"His Royal Highness Xie Jing." What Wen Shaohui could say, except for thanking him was just thanking him.

(End of this chapter)