Chapter 9 The Holy Under the Little Painting

The poems of countless talents and children of the family are sent to the private room where the little painting saint Zhou Xuan is located. Both the children of the family and the students hope that they can witness the beautiful face of the little painting saint.

At this time, Zhao Feng looked at Yun Quanhui and the three students helplessly in the room of the thirteen sons of the Yun family and said helplessly, "You are really too nervous"

"Don't you want to see the face of the little painting saint, one of the three most beautiful women in the world?" Yun Quanhui said.

After Zhao Feng saw the face of the ethereal fairy Xiao Qing, he felt that no one in the world could compare with Xiao Qing's beauty. Then he shook his head and said, "There are countless talented people in poetry here. Even if I write poems, I won't be like the eyes of a little painting."

"Brother Wang, you're kidding. How can you know that you can't enter the eyes of the little painting" Yunquanhui said with a smile.

"Yes, Brother Wang, why don't you write a poem and hand it over? Maybe you are really valued by the little painting saint." Zhang Xuezi said.

Zhao Feng shook her head and said, "I don't have a good talent in poetry and can't think of such beautiful praise words"

"Come on, Brother Wang, don't refuse any more. I'll grind for Brother Wang," said the thirteenth son of the Yun family, so he picked up the ink stone to grind for Zhao Feng.

"In this case, I will make a fool of myself." Zhao Feng couldn't refuse, so he picked up the brush on the table in his hand and clicked some ink, and then wrote his poems on the rice paper.

After a long time, Zhao Feng stopped the brush in his hand and put it on the side and said, "It's ugly", and the thirteen sons of the Yun family and three students next to him did not speak for a long time after seeing Zhao Feng's poems.

"Brother Wang, it should be said that we made a fool of ourselves. Without saying this poem, we are speechless." The thirteenth son of the Yun family sighed after reading it for a long time. And the three students next to him woke up and said a few "good" in the poems written by Zhao Feng until the waiter took away the poems.

When the waiter sent Zhao Feng's poems to the small painting saint's room, the little painting saint was discussing with the merchant to choose his favorite poems.

"Miss, look at what these poems are written hypocritically," said the maid next to the little painting.

Xiao Huasheng and Mr. Shang smiled and said, "These students have never been to Yunzhou. It's not bad to write such poems."

"Shang, this is the poem of the thirteenth son of the Yun family," the waiter said at the door with Zhao Feng's poem.

"Oh, I don't think it was sent by the thirteenth son of the Yun family in the way of literary talent. Take it in and have a look." Mr. Shang was surprised.

"It is rumored that the thirteenth prince of the Yun family entered the Tao with literature. I also want to see the literary talent of the thirteenth prince of the Yun family." The little painting saint said immediately.

The waiter took Zhao Feng's poems to the table and spread them out. Xiaohuasheng and Shang Fang looked at the poems and did not make a sound for a long time. The sage of the small painting sighed, "It's not a pity that he is the thirteenth son of the Yun family." Mr. Shang on the side said strangely, "The literary talent of Yunjia Shisan mostly takes mountain ink as the theme, and rarely writes this kind of theme of soldiers and iron horses"

"Shang Gongzi, this poem is not written by Mr. Yun Shisan, but by the white-shirted young man whom Mr. Shisan only knew today," the waiter replied.

Xiao Huasheng and Mr. Shang were more surprised when they heard the waiter's words. "This man is a real person who has experienced battlefield fighting," Mr. Shang sighed.

Xiao Huasheng nodded and said, "This is the poem of the first leader, and I'm sure Mr. Shang won't have a problem"

Mr. Shang nodded and said to the waiter next to him, "Let's announce it according to Miss Xiaohuasheng!"

"Yes," the waiter replied and left the private room to announce the result.

When Yun Quanhui and the three students heard the announced result, they said to Zhao Feng, "Congratulations, Brother Wang!" Zhao Feng, who heard the result, did not think that he would be the first person to be selected. Then Yun Quanhui and three students said, "It's just a fluke"

All the results of Luoxia have come out. In addition to Zhao Feng, the poems that are valued are the children of a rich family and students. As a result, the merchant invited Zhao Feng and others to the Shanzhen Tower. When the little painting saint saw Zhao Feng, the corners of his eyes trembled and said in a voice that only he could hear, "I thought I would see him in Lin'an"

Shanzhenlou Baojian Shang Gongzi, Xiaohuasheng, Zhao Feng and other discussers' poems, from time to time come through the pleasant laughter of Xiaohuasheng and the laughter of Shang Gongzi Zhao Feng and others. A dinner lasted half an hour before it ended.

Zhao Feng left Shanzhen Building to go to the inn where he lived. "Sir, please stay." At this time, a woman stopped Zhao Feng's way. After seeing the woman, Zhao Feng immediately recognized the maid beside Xiao Huasheng and said, "I don't know what's wrong with this girl"

"Son, this is what my young lady asked me to hand over to the prince." After saying that, the maid gave the note in her hand to Zhao Feng and left.

After Zhao Feng took the note, she opened and saw the words on the note "Xijiang painting at midnight." Zhao Feng looked at the direction of the maid's departure and wondered, "This little painting saint is really interesting"

In the room on the Xijiang painting, the little painting saint looked at Zhao Feng's poems immersed in it and muttered to himself, "After seeing you, I clearly knew that you were the one I had been waiting for since I was born"

At midnight, Zhao Feng came to the side of the Xijiang River to look at the only painting, and gently jumped in the water and fell on the painting. The little painting saint in the boat saw Zhao Feng who landed on the boat and said, "Sir, please go inside"

After Zhao Feng walked into the painting shop, he saw the little painting saint. At this time, the little painting saint did not cover his face with a veil. Even Zhao Feng saw Xiao Qing's face, he sighed and thought, "It's worthy of being the three major beauties in the world." Then he asked, "I don't know, I don't know what I want to find this little painting saint at midnight"

"Your Highness, don't you even dare to sit down?" Xiao Huasheng said while making tea.

When Zhao Feng heard Xiao Huasheng's words, his eyes were immediately full of vigilance and said, "I thought of Xiao Huasheng so quickly that I knew the identity of the king." Since the other party had known his identity, there was no need to hide it.

Xiaohuasheng smiled and said, "You should know that Your Highness's identity is actually very simple. Although your Highness hides the breath of your innate destiny, you can still feel the fluctuation of the weather aura in front of practitioners who are also in the realm of destiny."

Zhao Feng was a little stunned when he saw Xiao Huasheng's smile and said to himself, "It's not a shame to confirm that sentence: Huasheng's smile falls on the national face, and countless heroes fold each other." Compared with Xiao Qing, the two are completely different temperaments.

"Your Highness, are you afraid that the next weak woman doesn't even have the courage to sit down?" Xiao Huasheng said after hearing Zhao Feng's words.

"People born in the Holy Land, even if they are just women, they will not be weak. And you are also a wise man." Although Zhao Feng said so, he still did it.

The little painting saint saw Zhao Feng sit down and handed over a cup of tea and said, "Compared with those born in an unknown place, we who are regarded as heavenly pride are still much inferior"

After listening to this, Zhao Feng smiled undeniably and did not continue to talk about this topic, but asked, "I don't know what's the matter with the little painting saint asking me to come"

Xiao Huasheng sighed when he heard Zhao Feng's words, "I don't know, does His Royal Highness King Feng believe in the past and present life?"

After hearing the words of the little painting saint, Zhao Feng was stunned and said, "If you believe it, you will have it. If you don't believe it, there is nothing. I don't know what the little painting saint means?"

Xiao Huasheng looked at Zhao Feng's face and whispered, "Your Highness, you believe it or not, you are the nameless flower I hit in this life"

To be honest, I'm really not good at writing such emotional dramas, but there is no way for the plot to be a very important character in the back. If the emotional drama is too bad, I'm really sorry.

In addition, ask for some flowers and tickets. It's hard to write.

In addition, I just want to say that there are two chapters and one section at about seven o'clock every day, and one section at about 11:30. It's not that I don't want to follow more. It's just that the quality I value is not quantity. If the quality is not good, you will be unhappy. Of course, if the flower spends more than 100 each time, I will update it for a week in a row. If it is recommended and clicked, I will continue to add more.

Finally, continue to ask for flowers and tickets. I feel shameless. I'm shameless.