The first place is undoubtedly Yun Qingyin, the second place is Feng Qianxue, the third place is Shen Nanyun who plays the piano, and Princess An Ning is ranked sixth.

Because of this fact, Princess An Ning was very happy, and she had no hope of advancing.

She failed completely in the second round. She knew nothing about poetry.

The second round of competition requires the drawing of lots to begin again, and it will only begin after a rest.

While the women were preparing for the second round of competition, the men had also completed the first round of poetry.

The students expressed their enthusiasm to show their face in front of Master Cong, while the young masters of noble families wanted to try their luck at the jackpot.

There were more than 20 people who advanced to the first round.

During the interval between the two rounds, the men also walked together in twos and threes, discussing the painting of Princess An Ning.

Shanming, who was sent to inquire about the news, ran back.

"Master, after Princess An Ning, Miss Feng made a pair of chrysanthemums. Most of the other girls showed off their piano skills and chess games. Miss Shen's piano music was also well received. Miss Yun also painted a picture."

His cheerful words were barely concealed so that others could hear him.

Zhao Moqing is a master who can't walk away, so it's not surprising that someone would ask about him.

Feng Jingxi tilted her head and listened.

Zhao Qinghan was also listening.

Everyone was a little disappointed after hearing this. Their piano skills were just mediocre and they probably wouldn't be able to play well. And the chess game was probably quite satisfactory. It was pretty good to be able to draw as well as Princess An Ning. I'm afraid it wouldn't be any better. It's hard to beat the painting of Princess An Ning.

Someone curious said, "I heard that Miss Feng is very good at painting flowers, birds and fish. The flowers she painted that time must be the best among the best."

Shanming said, "The chrysanthemums painted by Miss Feng were really good after he took a quick look at them."

Zhao Qinghan said, "They all have nothing to do while walking there. Why don't you trouble me to run an errand to get the painting back and let them pass it around to look at it."

Shanming looked at Zhao Moqing first.

Zhao Moqing waved his leg and asked him to go, "Bring Yun Qingyin's paintings back too."

"Okay!"

Shanming went to run errands.

Walking behind, Shen Anqiu, who was originally not very interested in the matters discussed by the noble gentlemen, raised his head and looked ahead.

Zhao Qinghan said with a smile, "Is it possible that the seventh brother is remembering that embarrassing incident in his childhood and would like to take out Miss Yun's painting to compare with Princess An Ning and Miss Feng?"

Originally, a fight between two people would not be a big deal, but it would be very embarrassing for a man like Zhao Moqing to be beaten by a hairy girl, so for a period of time, the brothers would take this matter to call Zhao Moqing away.

Later, when both of them grew up, the notoriety of Yun Qingyin of the Zhongyong Marquis House spread far and wide, and the ladies in each house secretly told their daughters not to have any contact with Yun Qingyin, lest they would be ruined by her reputation.

And Yun Qingyin probably also knew that she was not welcome, so she gradually stopped going out to play with them. She was almost nowhere to be seen at banquets for outings to enjoy flowers, or banquets for composing poems.

Liheng, that matter gradually faded out of people's sight.

And the Seventh Prince is no longer a child. He is not a prince, so he has to be careful to shut up in front of him, so almost no one mentions that matter.

Zhao Moqing said with a smile, "How can third brother be so sure that her paintings are no better than Miss Feng's?"

Isn't that obvious? Feng Qianxue was famous for her talents. Everyone in the capital knew that Feng Qianxue was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Her popularity once overshadowed that of Feng Jingxi, the legitimate daughter of Dingnan Palace.

But if Zhao Qinghan said this, it would be too disrespectful to the girl, so he said tactfully, "I've never heard that Miss Yun is good at painting before."

"He has never heard that she is good at composing poetry. Didn't Third Brother always admire her poem that made me laugh?"

Zhao Qinghan said, "Let's wait until the painting is brought over and then look at it."

I don't want to say any more.

In fact, in his heart, he didn't pay much attention to Yun Qingyin's words, as he wanted to see Feng Qianxue's paintings.

After waiting, they finally heard Shan Qi's footsteps. Everyone involuntarily stretched their heads to look at the paintings in Shan Ming's legs. He asked Zhao Moqing to see them first, but Zhao Moqing raised his legs and pushed them away, "Here are three."

Brother."

Zhao Qinghan took the painting and stood up. The table was spread out. Many students gathered around and watched the painting in Zhao Qinghan's legs slowly unfold.

A chrysanthemum picture appears.

It's very exquisite, very gorgeous, and has a graceful and generous beauty.

"The paintings painted by Miss Feng are indeed good. He has seen many paintings of chrysanthemums before, but none of the chrysanthemums they painted were as good as Miss Feng's paintings."

"His sister likes Miss Feng's paintings very much and has collected many imitations of her paintings. Her biggest wish in her life is to own a painting painted by Miss Feng. It is estimated that if Zhai Mule's paintings spread, she will

It will definitely be a pleasure.”

"No, no, his mother also likes Miss Feng's paintings."

The students were chattering away.

Zhao Qinghan watched as Master Cong walked over with his legs on his back.

"What do you think of that painting, Mr. Cong?"

Master Cong looked at it for a moment and said, "It's too much about the beauty of form."

Zhao Qinghan said, "It's true that his painting is very good."

Zhao Moqing slipped Shan Ming over and turned him around by his collar. He couldn't find what he was looking for and relaxed his legs in disgust, "Where are Yun Qingyin's paintings?"

Feng Jingxi, who was lost in thought, focused her eyes and looked at Shanming.

Shen Anqiu, who was walking behind, also looked at him.

Shan Ming suddenly felt like he was being pierced by three eyes that seemed to have substance, and there was even some kind of resentment in them. Shan Ming's face suddenly fell, "He didn't find Miss Yun's painting."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Moqing said, "I'll look for it again."

Zhao Qinghan came back and heard what they said, "The excellent paintings painted by the girls all require someone to collect them in time and put them in one place. If not, where will Miss Yun's paintings be received?" , naturally he can’t be found, and it’s useless if I ask him to run errands.”

He spoke about it almost indifferently.

I was wondering if it might have been sent to another place along with the waste and then disposed of centrally.

Shen Anqiu said, "What Qingqing prepared was neither sand painting nor paper scrolls."

Zhao Moqing glanced at Shen Anqiu, then turned around and said to Shanming, "Go find him."

Zhao Qinghan was a little impatient, "Qiu will start composing poems soon, so I don't have to take her paintings back."

At least Feng Qianxue's painting is already there, and many people agree with it, which is enough to prove that Feng Qianxue still did not insult her reputation as a talented woman that time. Taking Yun Qingyin's painting back again will not only make her humiliate herself, Zhao Qinghan couldn't think of any other cocoa.

In a painting, Princess An Ning is beautiful in artistic conception, and Feng Qianxue is beautiful in form. The two forms have reached a height respectively, and there can be no paintings that surpass them.
Chapter completed!