"There is still a cup of tea, and the competition is about to end. Please hurry up the time."

The host reminds everyone who is addicted to creation.

He had just received the imperial edict, and the emperor did not like chess and chess. He automatically abandoned the chess and only chose the top spot in calligraphy and painting.

In desperation, he had to persuade the piranhas and chess players who were eager to try.

He didn't know that Wen Yizhu was thinking about his little fox and was in the mood to listen to those messy and disturbing songs.

I naturally don’t have the intention to watch slow-paced chess game.

He Mingqiu was late, but he did not attract everyone's attention. Instead, he broke a few branches of varying thickness, opened a place of flowers and plants, and painted on the exposed soil surface.

【wc, host, can you still paint?】

The system is confused.

How can the host bring surprises to it every time, and it can do everything and do anything.

"It's barely possible."

Responding to the system's doubts, He Mingqiu smoothed the bumpy soil surface and blocked some small air holes.

The ordinary branch in his hands seemed to be given a human consciousness, and any subtle changes in detail could be drawn without any mistakes, which was more flexible than painting on paper.

He painted the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The eaves in Jiangnan are raised and the small square corners are square, which look classic and charming.

In the hazy mist and rain, the boy was tall and walked with an umbrella.

The peach blossom umbrella is thin and decorated with fine petal patterns, supporting the unique scenery of the entire rainy season.

The boy raised his eyes slightly and looked ahead in a daze, as if he had a look of ten thousand years.

The men stood in the rain and looked at each other.

The picture seems to be still.

The light red and pink camellia not far away were blooming beautifully, with delicate petals hit by the rain.

This is how a painting of an old friend reunion is done.

Without pigment, He Mingqiu replaced the color of the petals with the red juice of wild flowers.

I mentioned a poem below, "It is the beautiful scenery in Jiangnan, and I meet you again in the season of falling flowers."

However, he did not sign his name, but clearly carved a few big words on the soil.

——The poem was written by Du Fu. To express his love, I specially made a painting to express my love.

He Mingqiu specially engraved the two words "Du Fu" so broad that it was clear at a glance.

For the pioneer of transformation, he has always taken respect as the premise, and the shameful thing of theft will never appear in his dictionary in his life.

From other people's perspective, you can find a thin figure wearing a hat, squatting while squatting and outlining something with branches. If it is not obvious, you think someone is maliciously destroying flowers and plants.

Of course, no one looked at the corner, except... the elegant figure on the second floor of the tavern.

Wen Yizhu looked at the remote place calmly, which was a person who didn't know his gender and appearance.

It attracted his gaze inexplicably.

It was like everything in the world lost its color, leaving only the childish man squatting and playing with the branches.

[Host, Brother Emperor sees you!]

"Um?"

"I turned into a human form, can he still recognize me?"

He Mingqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, his long eyelashes drooped, and looked at his extremely plain clothes and a flat figure.

...He didn't have those two balls, and he was wearing a hat, and he was still in a remote position. It depends on how he was doing.

strangeness.

As time went by, the sight became more and more unscrupulous, and I kept looking up and down, as if all my clothes had been taken off, without any trace, and were exposed alive.

He Mingqiu felt like he was being targeted by a giant dragon in the abyss.

I sighed inwardly that I am worthy of being the true dragon emperor, and my sense of oppression is comparable to that of the Demon Lord.

"Time is here!"

The host uses internal strength to ensure that every participant can hear it, "Now, the emperor will personally select the works he is most satisfied with!"

The host's words were like bombs dropped in the deep sea, with a loud bang, and the scene was filled with noise and discussion.

Everyone stared at the eyes wide, with an incredible look.

They heard it wrong???

emperor?!!

Their Majesty arrived at the scene in person?!

The host finally stabilized his crazy heartbeat and smiled secretly.

Just now, he was going to let the calligraphers and painters identify who has the most profound artistic conception.

Then, the emperor sent a message from the air, almost scaring him to tears.

He really didn't know that the emperor was here.

Fortunately, I changed my words in time and everything was up to date.

Wen Yizhu jumped off the second floor of the tavern.
Chapter completed!