Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

Watching Lin Yunxi leave, Feng Jiaojiao finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When she got excited, her hands shook, and the peony picture in front of her accidentally contained a little more ink.

It's okay, it's a trivial matter. Feng Jiaojiao quickly made changes. She is still super confident in her painting skills.

When the female gentleman left, he respected her very much: "Miss Feng's painting talent is the best among the women I know."

It's just a black spot, just add a little something.

Feng Jiaojiao picked up the pen and made some changes with some ink. Since it was a peony, it must be fragrant. She spread the ink a few strokes, and it looked like the sun was shining all over it.

After thinking about it, I added another butterfly. The scent of flowers will always attract butterflies.

She was very satisfied with her changes.

As she looked at it, she couldn't help but add another butterfly. They always look good in pairs.

The two butterflies were not the same, so she changed it again...

The pen becomes more polished. She suddenly felt that the painting in front of her was no longer so refreshing?

I looked up and looked around, and saw that everyone was still painting, and felt relieved again.

Continue to look at your painting and continue to think about where to add a few more strokes. You need to use all the skills taught by your teacher.

Mr. Qin was very used to Lin Yunxi's abrupt behavior.

He sat on his seat and drank tea slowly. Seeing that the women were still painting, they remained silent.

It wasn't until Lin Yunxi finished washing her hands and face that she came back feeling refreshed.

Mr. Qin put down his cup: "It's time."

A soft cry came out. Many people are painting and are suddenly asked to stop. They always feel that it is not perfect enough.

The maids quickly stepped forward and led the women out of the hall, otherwise they would continue to stay.

The next competition is a talent show, and the women have to go down and prepare.

Lin Yunxi felt a little regretful: If I had known I wouldn't have come back, isn't this going back and forth?

Butler Qin gave him plenty of time. After half an hour, everyone was informed to return to the hall.

All the props needed for everyone's performances are provided by Qin Daru.

Feng Jiaojiao is going to perform the guqin. What Qin Daru provided here was the precious Siyun Qin.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, after a couple broke up, the man never married. Because the woman was good at guqin, the man went to learn how to make the guqin. He spent a lifetime making this guqin for his beloved, and finally died of vomiting blood while holding the qin.

There is a word "cloud" in the name of that stunning woman, so the world calls her "Siyun Qin". Priceless now.

Seeing this Siyunqin, Feng Jiaojiao knew that she would definitely win!

She already plays the guqin very well, and with the blessing of famous guqin, she is definitely unmatched.

The order of performances needs to be redrawn.

Lin Yunxi received an unpleasant ranking of 17th, which was during the judges' fatigue period.

She originally wanted to perform the fan dance "Searching Thousands of Mountains Just for You", but now, she has to consider changing to another one.

Without the accompaniment of her eldest and second cousins, she would be very monotonous by herself, and the music was very gentle, and she would definitely not be able to wake up the judges who were about to fall asleep.

Looking at the expressions of everyone, they are obviously much more confident than in the previous two games. It seems to be their best part.

Lin Yunxi couldn't help but frown and think.

At this time, the results of the women's first pair match were presented in front of Da Ru.

After looking at a few of the women's pairs, the scholar frowned and threw them to the disciples aside: "You decide."

The elegant-looking Qi Huai, the great disciple of the Confucian scholar, took it with a smile: "Okay sir."

There were only about twenty people, and the answers were all so-so, so it was easy to give points. He alone is enough.

Qi Huai looked at each one carefully and then scored on it.

After flipping through about a dozen sheets, Qi Huai was stunned when he saw a clean piece of white paper in front of him.

There is a number on the corner, proving that it is indeed the paper that was handed in.

He picked up the paper suspiciously, looked at it upside down, then looked at it face to face, put it under the sun to look at, and then dipped it in some water to look at it...

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" The junior brother next to him asked curiously.

"How come this is white paper?" Qi Huai said suspiciously, "I wonder if it needs to be developed with something."

"You are really...where do girls get those things?" The junior brother couldn't help but knock Qi Huai on the head.

This guy studied some strange shield techniques and became obsessed with them.

No matter what kind of strange existence you encounter in your daily life, your first reaction is to use different techniques.

"That's just a blank piece of paper." Another junior brother laughed. Senior Brother is so fun, even a blank piece of paper has to be read for a long time.

Qin Daru's management of his apprentices was very democratic. They were all used to speaking casually in front of Qin Daru.

"No, there's a name on it. Let me take a look... What's her name? Lin Yunxi. Which girl is this? I've never heard of her before."

"If it's special, take it out and put it aside." Qin Daru suddenly interrupted.

"Okay sir." Qi Huai obediently took out Lin Yunxi's blank paper and put it aside.

Not long after, the servants sent another answer sheet for the girls' drawings.

"Fourth, you change it. Pick the top three and show them to me." Qin Daru continued to act as the hands-off shopkeeper.

His fourth disciple was the most accomplished in painting, so it was most appropriate to hand him over for marking.

"Yes." Lao Si stood up lazily and took the paper.

He lazily picked up the first one on it and said with disgust, "This one has been burned instead!"

Then he kneaded it and threw the paper directly into the waste paper bin next to it.

Everyone has long been accustomed to the fourth child's behavior.

He was so busy with his own work that no one bothered to pay attention to him.

Zhang Chi picked up the second one and couldn't help but sneeze: "What the hell is this? You don't even want to wipe my butt!"

"Fourth!" The eldest disciple Qi Huai couldn't help but stop him, "Be careful with your words and actions."

"Really, senior brother, look at this, is this a painting? Even a one-year-old child can draw better than this!"

Zhang Chi held the painting in his hand and shook it away in disgust. I simply tore it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

He picked up the third one, shook his head, and threw it away.

The fourth one was thrown away without hesitation.

Throw away the fifth one as usual...

"Oh, I'd better take a nap." These works made him feel sleepy.

He couldn't even open his eyes, so he threw the pile of paper in front of him to the side and fell on the table as if he was boneless.

As the eldest brother, Qi Huai could only help clean up the situation.

He patiently picked up the drawings and began to correct them seriously.

Suddenly, he paused.

He rubbed his eyes and lay down to look again.

"Hahaha, senior brother, are you looking at the painting or smelling it?" The senior brothers nearby laughed.

"Look, what is this?" Senior Brother Qi Huai pointed excitedly at the painting in front of him.

In front of him was Lin Yunxi's cartoon.

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