Mi Xue is a daughter-in-law and is the eldest princess of Chu. She has a high status!

At this time, she was actually helping Qin Wuyi, a civilian, polish ink?

Did Mi Xue do this?!

"Damn it!"

"This bastard actually asked the eldest princess to polish ink for him?"

"Damn boy!"

Not only Ling Jun, but also Huang Yang and the children of princes and nobles all showed anger.

They tried hard to win Mi Xue's heart, but they didn't even look at them!

Seeing Qin Wuyi holding a brush, he was not in a hurry to finish writing, and he casually savored the fine wine beside him.

Mi Xue was grinding the ink seriously, staring at the mask on Qin Wuyi's face, and recalling every bit of the past in her heart.

"Brother Wuyi, I believe in you!"

"Um."

Qin Wuyi nodded, but still had not started writing.

Everyone looked at each other, all puzzled.

At this time, the sandalwood had been burned for more than half, but Qin Wuyi had not drawn any strokes.

"Haha, what kind of magic pen is the best in piano painting? But that's it!"

"I think it's just a name. I also said that I would finish a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty in half an hour? I think, I can't draw it even if I give him ten days."

"I dared to make a bet with Mr. Yan just now, but I think he is purely seeking death."

"I really want to see what it means to sprinkle blood for five steps!"

Many princes and nobles sneered disdainfully and looked at them gloatingly.

Yan Xun glanced at Yan Qiushui beside him and said indifferently: "Your cousin seems to be just that."

"You are my cousin! He? He is just a bastard with no background!"

Yan Qiushui's phoenix eyes were filled with spring light, with a little temptation.

Yan Xun chuckled and raised his wine glass, "So, he died today, nothing else?"

"certainly!"

...

Seeing that the sandalwood had been burned for most of the time, Qin Wuyi got up and picked up the pen and splashed ink.

Mi Xue stood quietly beside her without saying a word.

"What is he doing?"

"At least hundreds of pigments are needed for the beauty of a hundred flowers, he only has black ink?"

"Which family is painting a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty?"

"He is really the winner of the competition between the civil and military academies?"

Faced with these doubts, even Su Wensheng was quite embarrassed, and he didn't know how to explain it.

He didn't know Qin Wuyi very well, but he had heard of his deeds and had seen some paintings.

But this time, I was so impulsive...

"Su Zi, is your student..."

Some old friends also asked carefully, while Su Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly, "I think he must have some plans."

Everyone also smiled tacitly, but no one was optimistic about Qin Wuyi.

As the white smoke dissipated, Qin Wuyi's movements were still as gentle as the spring breeze.

The exquisite wolf-haired pen is constantly waving, and rice paper and black ink form a unique style.

The delicate and soft petals are layered together, and the straight leaf poles and leaves reflect the buds.

As the sandalwood burned out and the white smoke disappeared, Qin Wuyi stopped writing.

Then, he turned around and bowed to show his respect, "I hope Chunshenjun likes a picture of flowers competing for beauty."

The whole audience was silent at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, I'm so laughing!"

"Just this bud that is about to bloom, can it be said that it is a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty?"

Yan Xun said sarcastically behind, "It's okay, if Junior Brother Qin feels that there is not enough time, you can give it another half an hour."

Chunshenjun frowned and raised his hand, and the audience became quiet in an instant.

"Qin Wuyi! Tell me, you are painting a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty. Are you?"

"Report to you, this is a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty."

Su Wensheng was shocked. This could not be nonsense, angering Chunshenjun, and the consequences were unimaginable!

"No need to be rude without clothes!"

Qin Wuyi walked into the middle and looked at Chunshenjun on the stage. A cold murderous intent flashed deep in his eyes.

Chu State seized more than half of the territory of the Holy Qin State, and Chunshen Jun Huang Xie was the one who gave advice behind it!

"Dare you guys, are there any regulations to draw a hundred flowers all over the place?"

"this?"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless, while Chunshen Jun waved his hand, "There is no rule, but what does it mean to be a flower bud like this?"

"This is not an ordinary flower bud!"

Qin Wuyi spoke very seriously, but burst into laughter again.

"Haha, is this a fairy flower?"

"Even if this is not ordinary, it is also a flower bud!"

"The picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty is about depicting the posture of a hundred flowers. You just drew a flower bud, and you are so embarrassed to say that it is a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty?"

Yan Qiushui smiled disdainfully, "Waste is a waste after all, and he has no self-knowledge. At this level, how dare you challenge your cousin?"

Even Chunshen Jun felt that he was being played with by Qin Wuyi, and said unhappy: "Qin Wuyi, I don't have so much patience to listen to you talking nonsense here. If you can't tell me why, I will ask you to follow the bet just now and splash blood on five steps!"

"Seeking death!"

"Kun Shin-jun is angry. This kid is really looking for death."

"Even if he is a disciple of the Earth Sect now, he will have a one-sided idea for Chunshenjun!"

"Just relying on this unknown flower bud, I want to challenge Mr. Yan? I don't know what to do!"

"He is still known as a magic pen?"

Qin Wuyi was calm and raised his right hand, and the scroll automatically floated in the air.

"As the saying goes, the remaining red leaves will be fragrant. The best name is called the King of Flowers. It praises the world's beauty and occupies the most fragrant fragrance in the world! What you are painting below is the peony flower, the head of the hundred flowers!"

"The King of Qi once ordered the flowers in the imperial garden to bloom overnight, but the Peony of the King of Flowers was unyielding and proud, and never bloomed."

"I want to ask, now that once a hundred flowers bloom, how can thousands of flowers in the world compete with them for beauty?"

Everyone looked at each other and instantly understood what Qin Wuyi meant.

Although Yan Xun painted a hundred flowers, there were no peony in the king of flowers!

Even though Qin Wuyi only spent one flower, it was the peony that was the head of a hundred flowers, crushing Yan Xun's flowers!

"It seems... something is right?"

Chunshen nodded thoughtfully, looking at the flower buds, he always felt something was wrong.

At this time, Yan Xun finally couldn't sit still and walked out.

"I think he's talking nonsense!"

Yan Xun smiled disdainfully and said sarcastically: "You said you were painting a peony with the head of a hundred flowers. Once it blooms, the world's flowers dare not compete with it."

"But the question is, is your peony blooming? It's just a flower bud, and can you compete with my flowers for beauty?"

"yes!"

"It's just a flower bud. Even if it's a peony, what can it do?"

"If you talk about painting skills, it is obvious that Young Master Yan is far better than him!"
Chapter completed!