010 painter

Yunqing's eyelids jumped and saw Pei Ziyao's injured hand moving very lightly from afar.

Jiang Kuan took a cold breath and asked, "One thousand taels? "I bet this girl?"

Ye Huaizhen smiled coldly and said quietly, "The Mu family is really rich and generous!"

"This is a joke," Mu Chui's eyes only fell on Yunqing and smiled leisurely. "You bet on the treasure without asking how big the bet is. How can I bet less to spoil everyone's interest? What's more, I bet to win. I believe that this is a profitable business, so it's not my turn to be rich. Why don't you think so?

Ye Huaizhen just smiled and did not answer. The four people didn't say a cold word, but the scene suddenly became a little strange. For a long time, someone opened his mouth, but Pei Ziyao, who still closed his eyes and nourished: "I bet."

"And me," Jiang Kuan looked at Mu Chui and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although I will definitely be scolded by my sister if I lose, I have said everything. How can I change my words?"

Li Ji's phoenix wearing peony is painting to the phoenix tail, one stroke at a time, carefully sketched, low-key and luxurious. Ye Huaizhen looked at it for a long time and said with a smile, "Of course you have to gamble. Success or failure can't be seen day and night.

Yunqing did not thank him.

Mu Chuiliang didn't care about it, but stared at her with a strange smile for a long time. The look on his face is always elegant, playful, slow and smiling, which is unpredictable.

The whole group of people were waiting to see the result. Only Pei Ziyao still close his eyes and lied, but when he looked closely, his expression was a little more gloomy than at the beginning.

When there was only half an hour left, Yunqing and other people finally arrived.

"Make way!" Sun Chengyi jumped over the crowd and whispered in Yunqing's ear, "Sister Yun, are you ready? Do you bring it up now?"

Yunqing nodded. She temporarily decided to participate in the bucket lantern, so she was late, so she had to go to the competition alone and find someone to inform Sun Cheng to bring what she needed from Su Ji.

"Hey!" Sun Cheng suddenly smiled and shouted to the crowd, "Brush it up!"

Five or six Su Ji's clerks came to the stage with a square wooden tray, put down the things in the tray, and cleaned up the original pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table at Sun Cheng's urging. As Sun Cheng helped clean up, he said to Yunqing in a very low voice, "Sister Yun, the second wife asked me to bring a word. She said that although she didn't know what you want to do, success or failure is no longer important to Su Ji. From now on, you just need to worry about yourself."

Sun Chengjian Yunqing didn't even nod his head. He just looked calm, so he carefully added, "The second wife also said that she would use the name of Second Master Pei to suppress the Su family that day. I hope you don't mind. And me... I really didn't scold my third aunt that day. I scolded Master Su... Anyway, thank you for your help. Sister Yun, don't be angry with me.

Yun Qing glanced at Sun Cheng and lowered his head indifferently. No matter how bad Su Ji is, there are always people who desperately want to protect it, but some things you look very high, and others also look very high. However, on the day of breaking, they find that no one is willing to lower their proud head to repair it.

Su Ji's table was so lively that the people above turned their eyes here again. It seems to be much more, but a plate and a can is no different from ordinary pigments. A group of people waited to see the excitement, but Yunqing was calm and reordered the paints one by one with her left hand, then picked up a blue and white porcelain jar and opened the jar, which was a pungent potion, slightly sour.

"What is that? What does she want to do?" Jiang Kuan asked.

No one answered her. Everyone stared at Yunqing and poured the water in the jar into the box of magenta paint, then took off a jade hairpin on his head and stirred it aside. Then there was another purple gold misprinted clay pot, in which the golden potion was poured into another plate of spring willow green paint. Yunqing was absorbed in re-adjusting all the paints, with a sensitive and serious look.

Another quarter of an hour passed quietly. Yunqing remade almost all the paint on the table, and people around him talked about it. Even several young masters on the stage stared at this side from time to time because of their notes.

"There's not enough time," Jiang Kuanle said to Mu Chuiliang with a slanting eye, "You're going to lose miserably!"

"Is it?" Mu Chuiliang smiled indifferently at Yunqing and said, "If you don't start, you will really let me lose."

Yunqing stared at a plate of rose purple paint, which was just mixed with some colorless and tasteless potions, and now the color turned bright rose red. She raised her head and looked at the stage carefully from left to right. Jiang Kuan was full of interest, Ye Huaizhen smiled gently, and Pei Ziyao's face was gloomy, but he shook the paper fan leisurely, with an attitude that had nothing to do with her own.

Yunqing paused and said silently to Mu Chuiliang, "I, open, start!"

As soon as the last word fell, Yunqing picked up a bowl of water that Sun Cheng had already prepared and poured a big mouthful of water, and then quickly turned the white paper round lantern up. At the same time, a mouthful of water sprayed up, and the middle of the lantern suddenly became wet. Yunqing did not dare to stop for a moment. He held the lantern in his left hand and quickly picked up a purple hair in his right hand. He dipped it in white paint and began to paint on the lantern.

"It's a flower!" Suddenly, someone shouted in the crowd, "Pear Blossom!"

A stroke is shaped, stacked, transparent and crystal clear. "The sky is beautiful, and the spirit is comfortable and clean," and it is the pear blossoms piled up snow that appear on the lamp.

However, Yunqing's pen is fast and faster. At this time, he has changed a mouse-sharp pen, which has been stained with a little tender grass buds and cyan to point green pephs and green calyx. The pear blossoms are both divine, as if there is a fragrance of pear blossoms. Sun Zhuangyuan couldn't help praising: "Wonderful!"

After clicking the stamens, Yunqing did not hesitate to turn this side to the left, and then began to sketch in the new blank space. Everyone held their breath and locked their eyes on Yunqing's dazzling change of pen and pen. Before anyone could see what she was drawing at this moment, they only heard someone in the crowd shouting: "It's gone! Pear blossoms and pear blossoms have disappeared!"

Everyone looked at it one after another, and sure enough, they saw that the pear blossoms in a clear posture were withered, disappearing one by one out of thin air, and there were no petals left in the blink of an eye! Everyone was surprised. The good side of Yunqing's new painting had turned to the left. However, as he turned around, the color also began to peel off. No one could see what the painting was. There were only some incomplete colors left there, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared cleanly.

This time, everyone's eyes were tightly locked on Yunqing's lamp and opened their eyes to see what the painting was. However, Yunqing's pen was getting faster and faster, and it became more and more urgent. She even saw her dip a touch of begonia red, but the color of the pen turned cherry red. I don't know whether the color changed or she in the blink of an eye. I changed the pen or color again.

In a blink of an eye, a lamp has been drawn, and the color has also faded. However, Yunqing's eyes are tightly locked on the lamp, holding the lamp in his left hand and holding the pen in his right hand. He did not mean to stop at all. Instead, he quickly changed a three-purple seven sheep pen dipped in a strong autumn color and continued to write.

"Isn't there a pear blossom there?" Someone exclaimed in the crowd.

However, Yunqing did continue to turn the lantern to the left, and each layer of disappeared painting turned into clean and pure white rice paper. The lantern turned left round and round, and the paint was rendered on the wet paper layer by layer, but no one could tell what was painted.

Jiang Kuan on the stage was also stunned. He stared at him for a long time and suddenly asked Pei Ziyao next to him, "What did you say? Will this hand be abolished?"

Yunqing looked at the changes in the color of the paint in front of her and knew that time must not stop. She couldn't look up at Pei Ziyao's face, but she could hear that Pei Ziyao had never spoken, and only Jiang Kuan's voice trembled: "This girl's brain is sick. I don't want her hands!"

She knows the situation of Yunqing's right wrist. Now there is a trace of red, but no one can see it except her and Sun Cheng around her. The left hand turned the lamp without stopping, and Yunqing changed another stone oar round pen and smeared a large area of brown on the lamp. She writes faster and faster, and the time that those colors stay on the lamp is getting shorter and shorter. Sometimes as soon as she finished drawing and changed the pen, the rice paper has turned back to snow white.

The people under the stage were getting more and more stunned. Mu Chuiliang and Jiang Kuan seemed to be saying something on the stage, but Yun Qing seemed to gradually stay away from the crowd, marveling, questioning, talking, and drifting away from his ears little by little. She seemed to go back to the eight-year-old Lanyuan, picked up the simplest sheep pen, and drew the most beautiful scenery of Lanyuan with the most ordinary graphite. At that time, she was learning to paint under the guidance of the master. Her aunt sewed clothes for her. The cicadas were far away, the shade was cool, and the garden was indescribably warm and quiet. When he slipped out of Lanyuan after painting, he could see Pei Ziyao waiting at the entrance of the alley in a robe with a patterned placket. When he saw her, he waved and said, "Come here, I'll show you something interesting." He narrowed his eyes with a smile and bent like a crescent.

Yun Qing's heart suddenly shook, and the tip of the pen on his hand trembled. He only heard a crisp sound of fine porcelain, and then heard Sun Cheng's panic cry: "Sister Yun!" Yunqing looked down, and the corners of her eyes turned red. The plate of cinnabar red was placed on the table, and it was not used until the end. She was careless and threw a plate of cinnabar red to the ground. Sun Cheng panicked to pick it up, but only kept less than one-third of it. The thick red cinnabar was stained on the broken porcelain, which was simply red. It's disgusting.

Yunqing has never hated Pei Ziyao. Even if he made her decision and asked her not to marry him as a concubine, she felt considerate, but at this moment, she hated him from the bone. Why can't you bear to make it clear? Why didn't you give her a chance to refuse at the beginning? Why did he leave first to make her fall to such a point? Why? And on what basis?

Yunqing retreated half a step backwards. Only she knew the collapse in her heart. She looked up at Pei Ziyao with straight eyes. Pei Ziyao's burning face was gray, and her eyes staring at her, which was indistinguishable dark mood. Yun Qing also stared at him, but heard Sun Cheng suddenly cry: "Sister Yun! Your hand!"