All three paintings painted a garden full of chrysanthemum, but the styles were very different.
Ming Yue Xin’s painting was full of gold, very extravagant. Longze Yu Er used more colors. The painting was colorful, making it look more beautiful and youthful. And Murong Qi Qi’s painting attracted everyone’s attention.
Firstly, it’s because of the style of painting; using blood as paint was too shocking. Secondly, it’s because of Murong Qi Qi’s painting. Ink for the branches and leaves. Blood for the flowers, buds and butterflies. This was a chrysanthemum map! Blood colored chrysanthemum that was full of killing intention, making people who looked at it really frightened!
“Rustling sound of the west wind flew over the garden full of plants. Pistil fragrant cold butterflies are difficult to come. If in that year I become the young emperor, announce that the peach flowers will blossom in the first season.”
Ming Yue Cheng stepped forward on his moon clogs, holding a wine bottle and with a body covered in the smell of alcohol, walked shakily up the stairs towards the painting. He read out loud Murong Qi Qi’s poem that had been written on the right side of the painting.
“Good poem! Good poem, ah!”
Ming Yue Cheng’s voice was loud. The poem coming from his mouth sounded particularly charming. These officials present, which one is not an expert? When they heard this poem, they couldn’t not be impressed by the aloofness and arrogance of the poem. Is this really made by a rubbish? Why did such a little girl have such a state of mind?
“You won!”
Ming Yue Cheng looked at Murong Qi Qi.
Previously, they were too far separated from each other and he didn’t look carefully at her. Now, she’s standing right in front of him. He carefully took this girl into his eyes. Although this girl’s just ordinary, but she has a pair of eyes that are more bright than the sun, and is able to make the precious gem on earth lose against this pair. Why didn’t anybody notice it before?
“Bengong refuses to accept!”
Not waiting for Ming Yue Cheng to speak again, Ming Yue Xin jumped in.
“Ming Yue Cheng, are you still Nan Feng’s people? How can your elbow turn the wrong way and help outsiders?! Did she give you some benefits?”