Chapter 10

Most people in the live broadcasting room finally believed the little sister's difficulties when they looked at the girl who was writing hard at the table as if she didn't eat human fireworks and the surrounding environment incompatible with her.

Brother Dragon: give a reward! Guys, I'm coming first!

……

Brother Dalong rewards the imperial concubine. You can't "ten planes".

A pot of wine in the flower room rewards the imperial concubine. You can't "a rocket".

You can't "ten planes" to reward the imperial concubine with lime.

……

Brother Dragon: a pot of wine in the flower room, local tyrant! let me count on you!!!

A rocket is equal to 100 planes, and a reward of 1000 yuan is given at a time. Moreover, the live studio has given a reward more than once tonight. It really needs to be well-off.

The sensation caused by a wave of reward slowly calmed down, and people turned their attention to the girl who wrote carefully in front of the camera.

Lime: do you think my little sister looks professional.

A pot of wine in the flower room: I judge that my little sister does have certain calligraphy skills. I've seen my grandfather write brush words, which is similar to the posture of my sister, but my little sister's writing picture is much more eye-catching than my grandfather!

Hu Lai remembered the scene of Grandpa writing calligraphy and sent it out in the live studio.

Brother Dragon: catch one of the unworthy children upstairs, ha ha ha!

Lime: there's no doubt that there's a little brother upstairs. I dislike grandpa so much!

Qinglong Baihu: the broadcaster does have a certain level. Her writing posture and gesture of holding a pen are standard. From her posture and the handwriting on rice paper, the broadcaster's description should be Daqing style!

A pot of wine in the flower room: expert upstairs!

Qinglong Baihu: experts don't deserve it, but they are involved in daily life.

……

The discussion in the live broadcast room is still going on, and Princess Jiang's writing is coming to an end.

Jiang Xiaofei finished her last stroke and put her brush on the edge of the ashtray.

"I've finished writing. This is a song" Guan Ju ". Please comment!" Jiang Xiaofei smiled at the audience in the live studio.

Although Hu Lai can't write, he still has some general appreciation ability. He was shocked when he looked at the words on the table that are not inferior to his father's collection.

A pot of wine in the flower room: my little sister is great!

Green dragon and white tiger: the standard of famous experts

Lime: Although I don't understand it, I feel good reading the words written by my little sister!

Brother Dragon: good looking plus one.

……

There are some doubts mixed in the fancy flattery, but this is written in front of everyone. It is just to question whether the level of Princess Jiang has reached a level comparable to that of famous experts.

"Thank you, everyone. It's still early. What else do you want to see me write? You can put it forward and I'll choose to write it down." said Jiang Xiaofei, looking at the active audience in the live studio.

A pot of wine in the flower room: little sister, can you write a copy of man Jiang Hong?

Looking at the request of a pot of wine in the super active flower room, Princess Jiang wanted to agree immediately. After all, she has practiced calligraphy for so many years.

However, I really don't know what "man Jiang Hong" is. There was no such word before the Daqing Dynasty. The original owner learned it, but she was a science student. She was not very good at liberal arts. In her memory, man Jiang Hong remembered that it was written by a great hero. The content

A pot of wine in the flower room: what's the matter with my little sister? Is there a problem?

Hu Lai regretted it just after playing. If my little sister really can't, I'll dig a hole for her!

It's a little cute: it seems that if you practice what you usually write, others will be silly when they write it clearly!

Baby Bei: Exposed!