Du Luanfei quickly offered an explanation.
“Your Highness, the Eldest Princess always treats everyone equally. We two will naturally participate as well.”
"Oh?" Qi Huang raised an eyebrow slightly. "In that case, I refuse to clear the level."
The old woman's face immediately darkened.
"What do you mean by this? The two ladies have already agreed to let us pass through. Are you still going to cause trouble like a scoundrel?"
He Jinxiu couldn't help but coldly try to save face.
"You've played dumb once to fool others, do you want to do it again? I fell for your trick, but others won't. Once you mess things up, you won't be able to get in this door even if you want to."
Qi Huang shrugged slightly and said to the nanny,
"Look, even Miss He, who lost so badly, is not convinced. How can I so easily win against Guang and not give others a chance to embarrass me?"
The old woman almost rolled her eyes back from choking.
He Jinxiu was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wished she could pounce on her and bite her to death.
The crowd erupted in uproar.
Du Luanfeng coldly shouted, "Jiang Qingwan, don't be so arrogant! If you have the guts, compete with me!"
Qing Sui immediately stepped in front of Jiang Qingwan.
“My princess does not know martial arts, but I am willing to fight in her place.”
Qi Huang raised her small hand and patted her shoulder.
With a completely calm and composed expression,
"Qinghui, she won't fight me."
Qing Sui was surprised.
"Aren't you going to have a fight?"
Du Luanfeng is skilled in martial arts; she could tell that.
Qi Huang smiled gently.
"They forbid me from using mystical arts, believing that a woman should master the Eight Arts to be considered virtuous and gentle. How could she possibly contradict herself and challenge me to a duel?"
Qing Sui understood.
Only then did I feel relieved.
As long as there's no martial arts competition, she has complete confidence in her princess.
Du Luanfeng sneered, walked to the sign with the character "画" (painting), and tapped it with her embroidery hammer.
The dark box was opened.
There were also several Jinniang (a type of female attendant) inside.
Du Luanfeng took one out.
It also did not open.
Do you still want to use the same topic as me?
"Of course, otherwise how would I slap you in the face?"
Jiang Qing's response was both subtle and decisive.
Du Luanfeng's volatile temper almost got the better of her.
She pointed in the air.
"Fine, you've got guts. I'll see how you die today."
After saying that, he opened the brocade pouch, which contained only one word: "beautiful"!
What is Yan? Everyone has their own understanding of it.
The beauty of a person, the beauty of mountains and rivers, the beauty of spring—the list is endless.
However, the more this is the case, the harder it is to stand out.
An easel has already been set up, with all kinds of colors available.
Du Luanfeng grabbed the calligraphy brushes of different sizes and threw them aside. In a flash, she tore off the light gauze sash around Du Luanfei's waist.
Someone exclaimed,
"Is she planning to paint on silk? That would be too demanding on a painter's skills!"
"I've heard that the two adopted daughters personally raised by the Eldest Princess are both exceptionally talented. This one, though skilled in martial arts, is equally outstanding in other areas. Today, I'm truly going to have my eyes opened."
Du Luanfeng did not disappoint everyone.
A light gauze dances like a dragon, its movements imbued with inner strength, pounding together various colors.
The painting depicts a scene of a hundred flowers blooming in vibrant colors.
Her movements were so fluid and graceful that it was dazzling to watch, and it was difficult to even see exactly how she did it.
But that painting was completed with precision.
She picked up a bowl of water, took a sip, and then sprayed it on the bowl.
The colors, hammered together, slowly unfold.
It was as if a hundred flowers were truly blooming, vying for beauty in the world.
"Stunningly beautiful, stunningly beautiful, absolutely gorgeous."
Applause erupted from all around.
Du Luanfeng smashed the bowl on the ground and looked to the side with disdain.
At this moment, Qi Huang held the brush in his hand, but hesitated to put it down.
"What, you can't draw? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Since you can't draw, then kowtow and admit defeat."
Qinghui clenched her fists in a panic.
Qi Huang suddenly turned to look at Du Luanfeng.
Those eyes were as cold as knives.
The sight made her subconsciously take half a step back, feeling a chill as if she were being attacked by knives and axes.
How could this woman have such an imposing aura?
Qi Huang had already turned her head and started writing at the same time.
With Du Luanfeng's masterpiece preceding hers, people paid even more attention to her paintings.
Everyone thought she would amaze and impress everyone, just like when she competed in playing the piano with He Jinxiu.
But she chose black and gray.
A dilapidated city, ruins and broken walls.
Desolate and bleak, devoid of any color.
It was as if the whole world had fallen into darkness.
The onlookers continued to discuss it.
"What is she doing? The topic is 'vibrant,' but she doesn't have a single bright color in her picture."
"The previous display of a hundred flowers in full bloom was already over; she probably wants to find another way."
"Even if she tries a different approach, she should still use color! Look at what she's painted! The colors are vibrant, the scenery is beautiful, the people are charming—even a painting of a beautiful woman would be something special. How could she paint something like this..."
"It seems like she painted a scene of national ruin and family destruction!"
The murmurs gradually subsided.
Du Luanfeng roared angrily,
"Jiang Qingwan, in the prosperous Great Zhou Dynasty, how dare you paint such a picture!"
Qi Huang ignored her.
He seemed completely immersed in the painting.
The final stroke was made.
A woman stood atop the crumbling city wall.
The facial features are blank.
Her long hair flowed in the wind.
What met the eye was devastation.
Amputated arms and limbs
Towering spears,
A broken longsword
She tossed over a calligraphy brush, her fingers stained with red paint.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the woman atop the city wall.
His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable pain.
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