After the Divorce, I Was Entangled By the Sick and Charming Fifth Master

  Chapter 174 Why did you do this? !

   "It's so romantic." A girl screamed.

   "Oh my god, this color matching, this style of painting, this painting skills. It's amazing!"

   "It's the Qinghuang brushwork, indeed there is nothing wrong with the Qinghuang brushwork!"

   "That's right, this stroke is indeed Qinghuang's method."

   "Ye Nanhuang, it's really Qinghuang! My God!"

   "The living Master Qinghuang is really a student in our school! This is like a dream!"

  Yang Bo looked at Rong Wuye who looked calm and said, "Fifth Lord?"

   A smile slowly appeared on Fifth Master Rong's face. "My Bao'er will really surprise me."

  Yang Bo looked at the man, and the man waved his hand. "I'm going to have a cigarette."

  Love at first sight, hand out the future.

  Rong Wuye was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were deep and bright.

   Nanhuang standing on the stage looked at Ye Xinyao, and Ye Xinyao also looked at Nanhuang.

  Ye Xinyao would never have thought that Nanhuang could draw, not only her right hand, but also her left hand.

   Nanhuang glanced at Ye Xinyao's painting, but was puzzled for a moment.

   There is nothing wrong with the new painting. But the style of painting is still Tan Zhe's.

  How did Tan Zhe help her cheat again?

   Could it be that Ye Xinyao really painted it herself?

  Nanhuang looked at the scroll again, and was surprised when she saw the end of the scroll.

   "Ye Xinyao." Nanhuang stood up and said, "I know you are courageous, but I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

   "Sister, what are you talking about?" Ye Xinyao said, "Even if your paintings are really good, my paintings here are not far behind. Besides, if there is an accident while painting, it's no wonder who isn't it?"

   Nanhuang smiled and said: "Whether I am Qinghuang or not, some masters can tell. But whether this painting is drawn by you, all the students at the scene can tell now."

  Ye Xinyao was a little nervous, did Ye Nanhuang discover something?

   "Don't talk nonsense. The theme of this painting was decided by the students on the spot. Like you, I did the painting alone in the back cubicle! Of course, I drew this painting by myself!"

   "Really?" Nanhuang looked her up and down. It was very clean, not a trace of ink was stained.

  Nanhuang strode towards her cubicle, and pulled back the curtain.

  I saw that there were indeed traces of using brush ink inside the curtain. It doesn't look fake either.

  Ye Xinyao relaxed her nervousness and said, "Ye Nanhuang, what else do you have to say? This painting is of course my own work!"

  Even if her plan to trip Ye Nanhuang fails. Her plan to whitewash herself must succeed!

  Nanhuang looked at the piece of black cloth in the compartment and frowned slightly.

  She strode in, Ye Xinyao suddenly became nervous. "Don't go in! Ye Nanhuang!!"

  She didn't have time to stop her, but Nanhuang pulled the thick black cloth curtain inside, and pulled hard—

   On the field, there was a sudden silence.

   Behind Ye Xinyao's cubicle, there is actually a narrow cubicle. Because the partition is too narrow, the black partition is also easy to cause visual deception, so that everyone did not realize that there is a complete studio partition hidden behind Ye Xinyao's partition.

  I saw Tan Zhe sitting there decadently in the cubicle. His beard, which had not been shaved for many days, grew randomly, and his eyes had lost their former brilliance.

  Beside him is a complete set of painting supplies, and he is still staring at his easel in a daze.

  Cen Si off the court looked at the man on the stage and was stunned. "Big brother?"

  Tan Zhe turned his head and saw Nanhuang in a daze. Could it be that Ye Xinyao, who was in a panic, saw so many people in the field, and also saw Cen Si.

   For a moment, he quickly turned his head back, not wanting others to see himself like this.

   Nanhuang saw the grief of the man in the cubicle, she pulled back the curtain to cover him up.

   "Ye! Nan! Huang!" Ye Xinyao gritted her teeth.

   She cleans her plan, her perfect plan! !

   Ruined, all ruined! ! !

   "Why is there a cubicle behind Ye Xinyao's cubicle?"

   "Why is there still a man, he seems to be painting?"

   "Yeah, what's going on here."

  Cen Si looked at the painting that originally belonged to Ye Xinyao, and at the bottom of the painting, she saw a tiny "TZ, XX, XX, XX."

  TZ? Tan Zhe?

  That big brother is the painter Tan Zhe?

  Ye Xinyao's eyes were red. Ruined, ruined everything.

  Nanhuang looked at Ye Xinyao and asked, "Why did you do that?"

   "Why why?!" Ye Xinyao, who couldn't hold back anymore, knew everything about herself would be exposed.

   Nanhuang sternly said: "Why did you force a good man into this?"

  Ye Xinyao felt a buzzing in her head.

  She thought Nanhuang would accuse her of cheating. She thought Nanhuang would accuse her of putting a silver needle in her brush.

  Everything she thought seemed to be nothing in Nanhuang's eyes.

   What she cares about is actually Tan Zhe behind?

  Tan Zhe who helped her cheat? ? ?

   What is he? What is he! !

  The last string in Ye Xinyao's mind was about to break.

   What else does she have, what else does she have?

   Don't love her mother, the father of a migrant worker?

   Penniless, reputation ruined!

  Even Ye Nanhuang, whom she had always regarded as an enemy, didn't take her seriously at all!

  Who did it? Who is responsible for all this? !

   "Ye Nanhuang!!" Ye Xinyao's eyes were bloodshot, "Damn you, I want you to die!!"

  Ye Xinyao pulled out a utility knife from the side, and stabbed at Nanhuang!

   "Ah!!" The students off the field had never seen such a thing before, and they all exclaimed.

   After finishing his cigarette, Fifth Master Rong's complexion changed drastically, and he took out the gun in his hand and raised it—

  However, at this moment, Nanhuang flicked his left hand lightly in the air, a perfect and smooth arc passed, his feet turned, and his whole body turned. Four or two strokes of a thousand catties directly knocked Ye Xinyao to the ground.

   "Damn it, it's cool." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

  Ye Xinyao fell to the ground, and the utility knife in his hand cut her face.

  Feeling traces of blood flowing from her face, she looked at the utility knife and hurriedly touched her face with her hands.

   Suddenly screamed. "what!!"

  The face is gone! Disfigured! !

  She has nothing, and now even her face is gone! ! !

  Nanhuang looked at the panic-stricken woman lying on the ground below, and said with regret: "You have countless chances to find your way back. But you chose to give up."

   "You are coercing Tan Zhe. Assassinate me, Ye Nanhuang, in front of everyone."

   "Ye Xinyao. This is a crime."

  The disfigured Ye Xinyao realized what had happened.

  She turned around in panic, she threw away the utility knife, and knelt down to beg her.

   "Ye Nanhuang, sister, sister! I don't want to go to jail, I can't go to jail!! I'm Ye Xinyao, and I have the same surname as you."

   "Go and beg my father, my father will love me, and my father will not let me go to jail."

   "Sister, don't put me in jail, please, please!"

  (end of this chapter)