Chapter 60

Think of her as a princess, how could she do such a rude thing.

She gritted her silver teeth, but the brush in front of her seemed to be going against her. She moved her feet, but she couldn't hold the brush no matter what. In a fit of anger, Zhao Ying'er reached out and grabbed the brush, shoving it into her thumb and index finger.

The painting she had imagined in her mind for a long time, but she couldn't draw it no matter what, the brush under her feet was crooked, and she couldn't even draw a straight line. Can't see what is being drawn.

Relatively speaking, Feng Qingge was much more dashing, with her little feet holding a brush and swiping across the rice paper, the crooked paintings were not much better than Zhao Ying'er's.

puff……

Seeing Zhao Ying'er's deflated appearance, Mu Cangyun raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

Zheng Zixu, who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but he was not as irritable as a monkey. When facing Murong Hao, he was a little less mad and a little more reserved. After all, he holds one-third of the financial power of Yun Nation, so naturally he cannot lose his identity.

In normal times, Zheng Zixu would definitely applaud and laugh at Zhao Ying'er. However, this would add unnecessary trouble to Mu Cangyun.

"Okay!" After the stick of incense was burned, Feng Qingge's right foot sank, and the brush clipped between her toes flew out and smashed hard on Murong Mo's cheek.

"You!" Murong Mo's expression changed greatly, he reached out and wiped the ink on his face, wishing to swallow Feng Qingge into his stomach.

After clapping her hands, Feng Qingge said quickly, "I'm sorry, I've been drawing for so long that my feet are numb. I'm really sorry. Your Majesty, the time has come, please look at our paintings."

The two messed up pieces of rice paper were presented at the same time, Murong Hao frowned even more, both of them were a piece of ink, how could he tell what was drawn.

"Your Majesty, Qingge has long heard that the Princess of Qi is knowledgeable, wise, chess, calligraphy and painting, knives, guns and sticks are omnipotent. For a painting in this area, I am afraid that Qingge is in a weak position. After all, Qingge is just a small waste of the Feng family. I've learned calligraphy and painting before picking up a pen, so I'm afraid the princess will be laughed at." Taking a step forward, Feng Qingge pursed her lips.

Her eyes were smiling, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, like a little fox. Feng Qingge cupped her hands and laughed softly: "Qingge has self-knowledge, but according to the rules, the emperor also has to say what he draws. Princess Qi is stronger than a man, and what she draws is unmatched, right?"

"Pfft!" Zheng Zixu nearly spit out a mouthful of saliva, immediately erected a black folding fan to cover half of his face, and squeezed the flesh on his thighs, holding back his smile. This dumpling sister, she is actually hitting Zhao Ying'er in the face!

Zhao Ying'er's face was so black that it couldn't be darker. Feng Qingge held her status so high, but in fact they were painting with their feet, and the things they painted were even more appalling. This Feng Qingge clearly is mocking her!

She has never been ridiculed like this since she was a child. She just felt that something was blocking her mouth, and she could not wait to strangle the dead fat man in front of her. Seeing the death-free gold medal in hand, is it going to fly like this?

Murong Hao's face turned cold. Looking at the two messed up pictures, he just coughed lightly, "It's a draw, I really can't see your paintings."

"That's really embarrassing, it's a draw. Your Royal Highness, do you think it's better than the third game?" Limang flashed in his eyes, Feng Qingge stopped straight and stood upright, with a strange look in his black eyes. The brilliance bloomed, and she exuded a soul-sucking breath all over her body.

Even Murong Chu, who was sitting on the podium, couldn't help being stunned. He put down the scroll in his hand and met Feng Qingge's black eyes. He only felt that those phoenix eyes were as dazzling as stars in the dark night. An inexplicable feeling came to his mind, Murong Chu frowned slightly, how could he be attracted by a waste, not to mention, he looks so penetrating.

"Better, why not? Feng Qingge, you only won a game. If both of you have a win and a draw, then add another game to decide the winner!" Murong Mo said through gritted teeth, the ink on his face still lingering. Without wiping it off, the whole person looks like a funny clown.

Feng Qingge smiled contemptuously, hooked his right hand lightly, those eyes were like crescent moons, and smiled softly: "Come here, what is the third game?"

At present, archery and painting have been compared, and there is not much to choose from in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry. This third game can't be lost again. With his brows furrowed, Murong Hao glanced around the space, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Since it's He Shou, how can we do without singing and dancing. In this third round, we will sing and dance, and the songs sung , must also have flavor.”

When Zhao Ying'er heard it, the corners of her mouth were almost pulled behind her ears. There are many singers on Xingyue Continent. In the Qi Kingdom, she learned to sing with the scholar-officials, but now this third game is extremely easy for her.

On the other hand, Feng Qingge, the waste eldest miss of the Feng family, rarely even comes out of the house, so how could she sing, I am afraid they will be stunned by this rude voice as soon as she speaks.

For a time, the victory and defeat were announced in an instant, and there was no need to guess to know who would win and who would lose in this game.

"Ying'er takes the lead, but this third game is a bit unfair for Miss Feng. I think Miss Feng can just sing and dance, just sing a few words at will." Zhao Ying smiled lightly, pursing her lips. He raised his eyebrows proudly.

Helplessly rubbing her temples, Feng Qingge smiled like chasing flies: "I think the princess should prepare early, singing and dancing also needs artistic conception and charm, this tattered cloth, dressed like a loofah, even me I can't watch it anymore."

"Who do you say is a loofah!" Zhao Ying'er almost vomited blood. Her blue skirt was made a few months ago in a hurry. It was completely made for her, and it could highlight her two long legs. It can also attract the attention of men.

She is a star teacher in the middle stage of the Yellow Rank, and can use star power to keep warm, but she is not afraid of freezing, but Feng Qingge said this, no doubt, gave her a big mouth.

"Little ruffian, come here, do you want to watch me dance?" Shaking the fat all over her body, Feng Qingge patted her fake belly and smiled.

The fluctuating fat was surging, and Feng Qingge didn't notice it at all, and everyone around had vomited it out. It would be nice to let them watch the beauty dance, but it's fine not to watch Feng Qingge in front of them!

"Pfft, my tangyuan sister, don't beat me up, I, I don't have this hobby. If you bet with me, I would." Zheng Zixu cried and looked at Feng Qingge helplessly. To be honest, compared to dancing, even he didn't believe that Feng Qingge could beat Zhao Ying'er.

Seeing that Zhao Ying'er went down to change clothes, he could only droop his head and said bitterly: "There is absolutely no chance of winning, Sister Tang Yuan, you should give up, anyway, there is still a game to decide the outcome!"