In just a quarter of an hour, it is impossible to draw one picture well, how can it be possible to draw a hundred pictures?
and……
Ten million taels is too much...
Miss Gu San is also very generous.
Xiao Yuxuan grabbed her and said urgently, "Ugly girl, are you crazy? Ten million taels of silver, this is not a small amount."
"Don't worry, auntie, I will win every bet and never lose."
"It's just a jade pendant. I'll give it to you as much as you want. We don't have to bet her over ten million taels on a piece of broken jade."
“I like it that money can’t buy.”
A strange light bloomed in the corners of Gu Chunuan's eyes.
From the first time she saw Princess Dangdang, she noticed the crescent-shaped jadeite she wore around her waist.
This piece of jade is simple and unpretentious, and it will be submerged in a jade pile in an instant. But for some reason, she just likes that piece of jade, especially after getting the Soul-Breaking Bell, she vaguely feels that the breath of the Crescent Jade is somewhat similar to the Soul-Breaking Bell.
.
Princess Dangdang wanted to agree conditionally.
When she thought that Gu Chunuan might be deceitful, and the jade pendant around her waist was very important to her, it was the only relic left to her by her father, and her mother had repeatedly warned her to protect it as if it were her own life.
, must not be lost.
She hesitated.
Gu Chunuan gave a 'kind' reminder, "It's going to be class time soon. It doesn't matter if Princess Dangdang doesn't want to gamble. It just so happens that I feel a little sorry for the eleven million taels of silver."
"Okay, I'll make a bet with you, Gu Chunuan. If you lose, don't regret it."
She didn't believe that she could draw a hundred paintings in less than a quarter of an hour.
Gu Chunuan smiled slyly, knowing everything was under control.
"Don't worry, with so many people watching, I also want to lose face. How can I regret it? Princess, if you lose, don't default on it. Everyone is watching."
"Humph." Princess Dangdang snorted coldly, folding her arms and waiting to see her joke.
Gu Chunuan shook his head.
After all, he was too young and fell into the trap with just a few words.
Picking up the carved wooden board next to it, Gu Chunuan sprinkled ink on the wooden board, then picked up a piece of rice paper and covered it directly.
Immediately, she took out the painting and printed it on the blank rice paper. It was the portrait of Shangguan Fuzi.
The portrait was lifelike, every move and every move was very much like Shangguan Chu's, and the smile, too, was gentle with a hint of blackness, as if it were carved from the same mold.
Everyone was shocked.
This...is the painting done?
Instead of carving a tombstone on the wooden board, didn't she carve a portrait of the official's wife?
In the blink of an eye, Gu Chunuan had already copied a dozen portraits.
Princess Dangdang said angrily, "Gu Chunuan, you are playing tricks on me, you are not the one who painted me at all."
"Why didn't I draw? Didn't you just see that I was drawing with a knife for so long?"
"Yours is obviously printed on it."
Gu Chunuan blinked innocently, "Princess, we are just betting on whether we can draw a hundred portraits of Shangguan's wife. There is no restriction on how I draw."
"You are using strong words to make sense."
"Let me tell you. First, the portrait on the wooden board was painted by me, right? Has anyone helped me? No."
"Secondly, I can think of carving and copying it with wooden boards. That's because I have a bad mind and no one can help me. Princess, you said this was not a painting by me. I feel a little aggrieved."
Princess Dangdang held her stomach in pain, her face turning the color of pig liver with anger.
"Don't be brave when the sunflower water comes. Go back and drink some motherwort and have a good rest."
When a woman comes to Kwai Shui, it is a very secretive matter, but Gu Chunuan directly singled her out in front of many students in the college, where should she put her face?
What's more...
Besides, this was her first time in Kwai Shui, so she was ashamed.