433 Soul is connected to Kyushu, with whom do you share your feelings?

Playing the piano, chess, and calligraphy...the three competitions. Except for playing chess with Su Wan which was relatively normal, Feng Qingchen did not do anything normal. Mr. Yuan Xi really wanted to open Feng Qingchen's brain to see what was in her mind.

"Mr. Yuan Xi is right. Qingchen is indeed planning to write the words on the grains of rice." Feng Qingchen continued.

"How is it possible? One can write on rice grains." Not only did Mr. Yuan Xi not believe it, but everyone else also looked unconvinced. Only the Ninth Prince remained calm. He finally understood why Feng Qingchen was not worried about the competition with Su Wan. It turned out that she had a plan...

Feng Qingchen's countermeasures were just like her way of playing chess, weird and unpredictable, and no one dared to imagine it.

"What's impossible? Mr. Yuan Xi, don't underestimate this grain of rice. Although it's small, it has a great effect." Feng Qingchen took out a grain of rice and held it in his hand: "Mr. Yuan Xi, if you don't believe me, can I write on a grain of rice?"

This...believe it or not?

Mr. Yuan Xi was in a dilemma. This question seemed difficult to answer. He could say that he definitely didn't believe it, but looking at Feng Qingchen's expression, he seemed to be very sure. If he said he didn't believe it now, and Feng Qingchen really wrote words on the rice grains, how would he save face?

Speaking of faith, it seems that he is biased towards Feng Qingchen. He is a judge now, and a judge must be fair.

Feng Qingchen did not wait for Mr. Yuanxi to answer, and said to himself: "Miss Su can write on silk, so Qingchen can certainly write on rice grains. There is no rule in the calligraphy competition that you must write on paper with a pen."

Feng Qingchen is taking advantage of a loophole. There are loopholes in any rule, let alone this kind of temporary competition. Even the national laws have loopholes.

"There is indeed no such rule." Old Yan nodded, which meant he agreed to Feng Qingchen writing on the rice.

Su Wan frowned. If it were in the past, she would definitely think that Feng Qingchen was just trying to attract attention. However, after the incident with the stringless harp and yesterday's chess game, Su Wan knew that Feng Qingchen was a very cunning person. But she couldn't refute what Feng Qingchen said.

"Miss Feng, do you really want to write on the rice grains? You have hundreds of grains of rice there. You won't write only one word on each grain of rice, right?" Su Wan had a kind look on her face, but she couldn't hide her evil intention of setting a trap for Feng Qingchen.

Everyone present was not stupid, so how could they not understand? Before Feng Qingchen could speak, Mr. Yuan Xi continued, "Miss Su, this is not something you need to worry about. The judgement will be decided by the seven of us. You just need to write your own words well."

As soon as Yuan Xi finished speaking, he felt a chill coming over him, and when he looked sideways, it was no accident that his eyes met those of the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince warned Yuan Xi with his eyes that he didn't need to take care of Feng Qingchen's affairs.

Mr. Yuan Xi raised his brow and was about to throw a provocative look at him, but the Ninth Prince's warning instantly turned into murderous intent. Mr. Yuan Xi's body tensed up, and then he turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, as if to say, "I don't bother to argue with you."

Humph... The Ninth Uncle snorted coldly, not even bothering to look at Mr. Yuan Xi.

You little bastard, why are you so arrogant?

Mr. Yuan Xi did not show it on his face, but in his heart he cursed the Ninth Uncle from beginning to end. In the end, he attributed the fact that the Ninth Uncle had an aura that could suppress him at such a young age to his bloodline, as he was a descendant of the Lan family and a natural royal.

Two men, more than ten years apart in age, quarreled over a woman. Most importantly, they did not even hide their feelings and became jealous in front of so many people. It was really... beneath their dignity.

But everyone was happy to watch the show. The competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan was indeed very interesting, and the additional scenes were also very cute.

No one knows who will win or lose in the contest between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan, but the result of the contest between the Ninth Prince and Mr. Yuan Xi is out. Although it looks like a draw, everyone knows that the Ninth Prince has a slight advantage.

The look in Su Wan's eyes when she looked at Feng Qingchen also changed from contempt to envy.

Feng Qingchen was honored to be able to make the Ninth Prince and Mr. Yuan Xi compete with each other for her. Even though she lost, she would still be satisfied. Unfortunately... she can only be Su Wan.

After a mixture of joy and sorrow, Su Wan's emotions calmed down. She no longer cared about Feng Qingchen and concentrated on grinding ink. She had already thought of what to write.

Feng Qingchen did not respond to Su Wan's question. What was there to respond? As Mr. Yuan Xi said, there were only seven judges who were qualified to judge the winners. Su Wan was a contestant like her and had no right to question her.

Su Wan asked the maid to move the chair away, closed her eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and opened her eyes again. Her eyes were clear, and Su Wan picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote...

Feng Qingchen sat on a chair, picked out the two fullest grains of rice from a handful, held them in his hand, took out a "fine brush" beside him, and almost lay on the rice, writing on it quickly. It looked really like the real thing.

It's called writing, but actually it's carving. A real master of carving on rice can carve hundreds or even thousands of words on a grain of rice. Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen can't do it. Besides, if he carves too many words, these people won't be able to see clearly.

This time, even if everyone stared with their eyes wide open, they still couldn't see what Feng Qingchen wrote, so they had to go to see what Su Wan wrote.

“Quietness leads to far-reaching results”

Su Wan wrote these four words on the left side. As for the right side, everyone knew without guessing that it must be "be indifferent and clear-minded."

These eight characters are obviously meant to please the judge. Mr. Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi, and the three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy all claim to be gentlemen, and these eight characters embody the style of a gentleman.

As for the Ninth Prince and Crown Prince Lei, the Ninth Prince cannot be pleased, but Crown Prince Lei does not need to be pleased. As long as Su Wan can get the recognition of the three calligraphy masters of the Jixia Academy, she will win.

"The horizontal strokes are light and the vertical strokes are heavy, the brush strokes are strong and round, and the momentum is solemn and powerful. This Yan style calligraphy can be compared with the great calligraphers of the time. Miss Su Wan is so young, but she can write in the dignified beauty and masculinity of Yan style. She is worthy of being the daughter of the Nanling Su family."

"The rules are strict and the momentum is magnificent. Not bad." The three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy also showed satisfied expressions. As for Feng Qingchen...

I'm sorry, except for the Ninth Prince whose eyes were still on her, everyone else's eyes fell on Su Wan. There was nothing to be done. There was really nothing interesting about Feng Qingchen. Most importantly, few people believed that Feng Qingchen could write any beautiful font on rice. The most she could write was the character "一".

"Being calm leads to a long-term goal, being indifferent to fame and wealth clarifies one's ambition."

After one stick of incense, Su Wan put down her pen, and when the writing was dry, she presented it to the seven judges.

Su Wan was fine, so everyone turned to Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen put down the rice in his hand, took out another one, and continued to work hard. Although he was rigorous, focused, and meticulous, he did not have the bearing of a calligrapher. Everyone looked at him twice, then withdrew their gazes out of boredom and sat there waiting, waiting...

Finally, Su Wan's calligraphy was done and could be sent to the seven judges for review. At the same time, Feng Qingchen also finished writing and took out a small wooden tray from his sleeve.

When the small tray was taken out, everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, as if there was a flash of light. When everyone saw the small tray, they found that on the palm-sized tray, there was a piece of transparent crystal that was polished into a flat surface.

Feng Qingchen placed the two grains of rice with words written on them under the transparent crystal and motioned the child behind him to deliver them.

The little boy walked forward and saw the rice grains on the tray. His eyes lit up and he looked incredulous. It was not until Feng Qingchen reminded him that he came to his senses and held the crystal tray carefully, afraid of losing the two grains of rice.

Everyone didn't understand what Feng Qingchen was doing, but even after stretching their necks, they couldn't see what was going on. They could only hold their temper and wait for the judges to take a look first.

When Feng Qingchen took out the crystal tray, Su Wan felt uneasy. She looked up, but saw that Feng Qingchen looked normal, just blinking continuously.

Ahem, her eyes were tired from staring at the rice grains.

Needless to say, Su Wan's calligraphy was worthy of a mention as everyone had seen it early on. Except for the Ninth Prince, the other six nodded in satisfaction. However, what they were most looking forward to was Feng Qingchen's calligraphy.

There was no way, Feng Qingchen successfully aroused their curiosity.

The little boy held the crystal tray in his hands, and finally walked to the judges' podium amid everyone's anticipation. However... looking at seven pairs of "fiery" eyes, the little boy didn't know in front of whom to put the crystal tray.

The Ninth Prince coughed, and the little boy was so scared that he almost dropped the crystal tray in his hand. The little boy quickly took two steps at a time and brought the crystal tray in front of the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince nodded in satisfaction, while the other six people glared at the little boy fiercely. The little boy was so scared that he quickly retreated.

The Ninth Prince was still wondering how to read the words on the rice grains, but when he lowered his head, he saw eight huge words.

"My soul is connected to the nine states, with whom can I share my feelings?"

"What? Feng Qingchen really wrote eight words on the rice." Mr. Yuan Xi exclaimed, and without waiting for the Ninth Uncle's consent, he reached out his hand over Xiling Tianlei beside him and snatched it away.

The Ninth Prince wanted to stop them, but he thought that the rice grains might not be able to withstand their pulling. For Feng Qingchen's victory or defeat, the Ninth Prince endured it.

"It really is 'my soul is bound to the nine states, and my feelings are shared with whom'. What neat regular script." When Mr. Yuan Xi said this, everyone became excited and Su Wan jumped up.

How is it possible that Feng Qingchen actually wrote four words on a grain of rice, and everyone could see them.

"My soul is tied to the Nine Provinces, with whom can I share my feelings?" After seeing these eight words, Xiling Tianlei couldn't help but look up at Feng Qingchen. Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen and he had no tacit understanding. Feng Qingchen was relieving the fatigue of his eyes and had no time to care what the judges thought.

She did everything she should and could do. The crystal was a convex lens that she polished according to the principle of a magnifying glass, so it could be used as a magnifying glass. Of course, she was not afraid of the lack of transparent crystal, and she could just take a drop of water.

She had done her best, and the outcome was beyond her control. It was useless for her to be nervous. The rest could only be left to the person who could decide the outcome. She only hoped that the Ninth Prince would be strong enough...

A word to readers: 431 is to replace yesterday’s BUG, ​​so there will only be these two updates today.