Listen, laughter erupted.
Mo Yunlan was so angry she wanted to grab a large cleaver, but unfortunately she didn't bring one today.
Ling Jingyu sat languidly, looking at Mo Yunzhao on the stage. Her expression was indifferent, her bloodshot eyes held a domineering light.
Her red skirt fluttered in the wind, and the red tassels hanging to one side made her small face even more stunningly beautiful.
Mo Bilian said in a low voice, "Third sister, this is your first time participating in the selection. I will pay attention to your drawing later."
The voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't very low either, and the other women competing all turned to look at it.
Mo Yunzhao: "Oh."
Mo Bilian continued, "If there is enough time, I can paint two paintings, one of which I will give to you."
Tu Qingxiu and the others glared at them fiercely.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at her, "If Second Cousin wants to let me win, she should withdraw from the election and step down now, so as not to say she's letting me win while she's actually trying her best to beat me later."
Her voice was clear and crisp, and it carried far and wide.
Mo Bilian looked embarrassed, but pretended to be doing it for her own good.
“I just don’t want to embarrass you too much, Third Sister. After all, you can’t paint. It’s not impossible for me to step down, but the City Lord’s Mansion and the Mo family will lose face, and you will lose face even more.”
Mo Yunzhao said calmly, "If you're neither willing to step down nor to let me win by throwing the game, then stop whining. You're acting just like a prostitute who wants to maintain a virtuous image."
"Third sister, you..."
Tu Qingxiu then said, "Sister Lian, don't meddle in other people's business. She's an ingrate. Let her embarrass herself."
"Then let her be." Mo Bilian's face showed annoyance.
At this point, the four treasures of the study and the palette were all ready.
A sheet of white Xuan paper, one meter long and half a meter wide, is hung up, facing the public, so that the paintings made can be clearly seen.
"You have half an hour to paint. Let's begin now."
The gong sounded, the hourglass was ready, and the activity began immediately.
Mo Yunzhao stared at the Xuan paper, closed her eyes briefly, and then began to adjust the colors.
Mo Bilian first glanced back at Ling Jingyu, then picked up her brush and began to paint.
Her painting quickly took shape; it depicted a peach grove, with peach blossoms fluttering in the air, like a paradise on earth.
The onlookers were nodding and praising her paintings.
She absolutely had to win this round.
At this moment, Mo Yunzhao had also mixed the color, and she splashed it directly onto the meter-long sheet of Xuan paper.
This splash immediately caused an uproar and ridicule.
"Lord City Lord, you really are splashing ink."
"As expected, we can't have any hope for the city lord. I was hoping that the city lord had changed and that there would be a reversal."
Mo Yunlan was furious when she heard the mockery. "How could you ordinary people understand my Ah Zhao's paintings? Anyway, they are beautiful. They are masterpieces."
Ah Zhao's scribbles are all beautiful.
They are not allowed to speak ill of Ah Zhao.
Ling Jingyu rested his chin on one hand, staring intently at Mo Yunzhao's back.
She was tall and slender, wearing a red dress that fluttered in the wind, and the tassels in her hair swayed gently.
Her writing was decisive and crisp, flowing smoothly without any hesitation.
He was curious about what she would draw.
"Master Tu, I've finished drawing it."
Only a quarter of an hour had passed when Mo Bilian gracefully stepped aside, revealing her painting.
She was blocking the view with her body, so it wasn't clear.
Now that she has stepped aside, a beautiful painting has come into everyone's view.
What I saw was a peach blossom grove, with peach blossoms fluttering in the air, and even the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of peach blossoms.
It's gorgeous.
Even more beautiful was the handsome man who turned around and smiled in the peach blossom grove.
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