Chapter 59

She raised the bow and arrow in her hand coldly, and bent her legs suddenly, facing the archery target behind her. Go, the arrow on the bow and arrow is like a sharp blade that spins away, breaking the air around it and slamming into the red heart of the target two hundred meters away.

Quiet, the entire table was quiet.

Countless eyes fell on Feng Qingge, she just stood indifferently, casually put down the bow and arrow in her hand, and said with a smile: "My daughter-in-law did not lose the emperor's face, and returned triumphantly. This gold medal, please also ask the emperor to grant him Qingge. Let's sing."

"Brush!" Murong Hao's complexion changed drastically, and there was not even a trace of blood on his old cheeks.

What the hell was going on in that scene just now, Feng Qingge actually hit the target 200 meters away, and Zhao Ying'er, who he was looking at, actually missed the target!

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Looking at the archery target in front of her in awe, Zhao Ying'er did not believe in evil at all. She reached out and grabbed the bow and arrow and aimed it at the opposite archery target. A small face became bloodless.

Once again integrated into the star power, injected into the bow and arrow, watching the shot arrow inserted into the target, blasting the target in front to pieces, Zhao Ying'er found a little comfort.

However, they rely too much on star power and have much less training for themselves. Xingli can assist one's own deficiencies, but long-term dependence will only harm oneself. If this goes on, their ability to judge will be lost.

He couldn't even hit an archery target 200 meters away, and he didn't know the direction and wind force. It was ridiculous to say that he could pass through Yang at a hundred paces.

"This...cough...In the first match, Feng Qingge won!" After all, in Feng Qingge's expectant gaze, Murong Hao gritted his teeth and said. This was originally something on the chopping board. I didn't expect that humiliating the two would fail, but instead they succeeded.

He had long known that King Cen was not simple, but he didn't expect Feng Qingge to be not weak, to hit an archery target 200 meters away without using star power. However, what can I do, what is the use of waste that cannot use star power?

"The first one?" Picking up Liu Mei, Feng Qingge's face turned gloomy immediately, is this emperor planning to cheat?

Nodding his head, Murong Hao said coldly, "This gold medal is a child's play. You win two out of three rounds. You won the archery in the first round. In the second round, we compare... draw!"

Murong Mo's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood what Murong Hao meant. This Feng Qingge is the unloved granddaughter of Fengfu. Where did she usually learn to paint? This game was clearly prepared for Zhao Ying'er! With a smile, he preemptively said: "Yes, the second game of painting! Three younger siblings, as the ladies of the family, poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting are necessary. I heard that you have been reading books in the library recently, which is quite impressive. Work hard. In this second game, we will draw."

You sir, I have never seen such a brazen person!

The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, and Feng Qingge even kicked Murong Mo out. Painting is really no problem for her. However, she only learned sketching and oil painting in Huaxia, but she didn't learn much about Huaxia's ink painting. Although she could draw, the things she drew did not have the artistic conception that had been precipitated in five thousand years, and it looked very false.

Since Murong Hao proposed to compare paintings, it should be easy for someone from the royal family like Zhao Ying'er. With her hands, she can draw something good. Do you have to say in front of them that you can't use a brush and you can't draw with charcoal?

Seeing that Feng Qingge didn't speak, Murong Mo defiantly said: "Why, third brother and sister, are you afraid? It's okay, if you are afraid, you will admit defeat, no one will laugh at you. After all, this painting is not something you can learn if you want to learn it. After reading a book for a few days, you can't make a famous song, so it's better not to lift your tail to the sky."

"Hehe, His Royal Highness, the second prince, is afraid that he will be wrong. Your Majesty, can this second round be a painting?" Li Mang in his eyes burst out, and Feng Qingge straightened up and looked at the person above.

Murong Hao's heart trembled. For some reason, Feng Qingge's eyes made him a little afraid. These eyes were like those of people who left the Feng family back then. Frowning slightly, Murong Hao said coldly, "Yes, the second round is like painting!"

"Okay!" Feng Qingge responded with a smile: "The emperor has a purpose to draw in this second game. However, who can't draw by hand? What I want is that you can't draw with your hands!"

"What, you can't use your hands, so what?" Zhao Ying'er's complexion changed greatly. Painting was easy for her, but painting without hands made her stumped.

Even Murong Mo's face sank, and he shouted angrily, "What are you crazy about, you can't draw with your hands?"

"Hey, don't be impatient. It's too common to draw with your hands, and it doesn't look interesting. So, I ask... draw with your feet!" She kicked the little embroidered shoes away, and the wind was light and white. His small feet, his fat thighs trembled, he stretched out his hands to expose his little feet, and his big toe and forefinger moved slightly.

Painting with your feet?

Zhao Ying'er's face became extremely ugly, how do you draw these feet?

Sitting on the chair quickly, Feng Qingge ignored everyone's face towards her, hooked her fair little feet, stretched her legs and clamped the brush on the table between her big toe and index finger, she raised her eyebrows and laughed softly Said: "This second game is like painting. We two draw with our feet. As long as the emperor recognizes what we are painting, we will win. How?"

"You!" Zhao Ying'er was almost so angry that she vomited blood, her eyes were as big as copper bells, but she was dawdling, watching the guard move over the desk, put on the rice paper and brush, and then she sat on the chair , took off his shoes, and raised his little feet slightly to hold the brush on the table.

And under this movement, it was even more radiant, countless eyes swept across her fair thighs, and bursts of wretched laughter came out.

This girl is really quirky!

Even Mu Cangyun couldn't help laughing softly, he just borrowed his hand to hit the target. Now it's another drama like this, what is in her head, why can she come up with such a bizarre thing?

However, the pair of fair feet attracted his attention. Her little feet as white as snow were exposed, and she didn't feel any inappropriateness at all, as if her little feet carved from white jade were holding a brush and swaying casually on the rice paper.

Mu Cangyun couldn't help frowning, these little feet didn't fit Feng Qingge's fat body at all, so how could these hard-covered jade-like feet belong to a fat man? This little foot is so cute, it's clearly... this girl, has a secret from him!

If Feng Qingge knew what Mu Cangyun was thinking at the moment, she would never propose to use her feet to paint. Although she relied on Yi Rong to make herself look like the fat man back then, but her hands were always moving and it was not easy to do it, so she didn't care. And her feet are in the shoes all the year round, and no one sees it, and she is too lazy to disguise her little feet. Unexpectedly, this has become a doubt in Mu Cangyun's heart.

At this moment, Zhao Ying'er almost vomited blood, and those eyes were almost staring out, thinking of her dignified Princess Qi, who has studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and is tens of millions of times stronger than ordinary daughters. ! However, how could she have imagined that Feng Qingge would come up with such a method to paint, and she actually asked to paint with her feet!