Chapter 56

"Good!"

Yun Liangze looked at the screen from the pavilion, and the ink was clearly printed through the plain white silk cloth.

If there is any word to describe Feng Qianwei's painting and dance, it is the word "peerless".

She forcibly broke into his world without saying hello, which struck the chord of his silent life, and now it has brought him surprises again and again.

He didn't mind her worthless reputation. When the mysterious fog on her body was removed layer by layer, he found that her real appearance was so beautiful that heaven and earth were overshadowed.

An ink painting contains a piece of heaven and earth!

A bird dance takes thousands of streamers!

A pair of spiritual eyes condense infinite elegance!

How can one not be surprised by such amazing talent?

How can people not sigh?

How can people not move?

"What an unparalleled beauty in the world."

In the supreme Pavilion, the relegated immortal man held a jade flute. His thin lips, like a blade, rose slightly and floated a shallow arc.

From that magnificent painting of rivers and mountains, he saw the precipitous peaks, the delicate low mountains, the continuous layers of forests, and the fluttering wings of birds

However, this painting is not perfect. The only thing missing is color.

Black and white rivers and mountains can't really depict the beautiful mountains and rivers.

However, just then, Feng Qianwei held another pen in her hand. The tip of Langhao's pen was dipped in cinnabar. With her natural and unrestrained swing, a little red rain fell between the trees.

In an instant, thousands of plum blossoms opened, which deeply shocked the souls of the people, and also made the eyes of the relegated immortal man burst out with brilliance.

"Patter!"

The jade flute in his hand fell to the ground, and he was unaware of it. He just looked at the completely different picture in shock.

"Call -"

The colorful spirit butterflies on the branches suddenly fluttered towards the painting, and ten spirit butterflies flew together, as if the flowers were real.

"My God! What do I see?"

"Ten butterflies fly together! What a shock!"

"Never before."

"Who says that the eldest lady of the Feng family has no inkling? This is the most vicious slander."

"Can straw bag dance such a beautiful dance? Can you draw such an atmospheric painting? Does that mean we are inferior to straw bag?"

"No, it means that we are far from the level of straw bags."

"From now on, Miss Feng is my goddess!"

“……”

Feng Qianwei came out from behind the screen. Her long snow-white dancing skirt made her look like a lotus in clear water.

She put on a snow gauze sleeved shirt and stood in front of the screen, like white snow reflecting red plum.

She smiled at the crowd. The smile was bright, as if it were shining.

"Please also vote for me! Thank you!"

Her crisp voice fell on everyone's ears, just like the sounds of nature.

"Wind goddess, we must vote for you!"

The person who said that his ticket was a red girl had changed his mind long ago.

The maid in the peerless painting boat began to collect votes. The originally confident Red Hibiscus Huakui has no confidence at the moment.

She had never heard such a song or seen such a dance, but she had to admit that the music was very beautiful and the dance was even more graceful.

A peach flower she painted, compared with Qianwei's picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, has a feeling of being small.

But for her heavy makeup, her face would be as white as paper at the moment.

"It must be false. Everything is false. She must have found someone else to replace her!"

Shen Ningbi is going crazy. She looks at Feng Qianwei, who is in the spotlight. She is heartbreaking!

All along, she has been crushing Feng Qianwei severely. She never thought that there would be such a time. She was even jealous of Feng Qianwei's talent.

"How beautiful! I must get her."

Shen Ronggui looked at Feng Qianwei obsessed, his color center was big, and his saliva flowed down.

Seeing that he was fascinated, Shen Ningbi's turbulent blood kept churning and gushing to his throat.