Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 301 Choosing a Son-in-Law at the Gate of the Martial Arts Arena (Second Change)
Faced with Mr. Qin's request, the old man was very indifferent. He had already passed the time of being smug, but said with regret that the newspaper had rules and he couldn't break the rules.

Master Qin said all the good things, and then took out the generous gift he brought, which contained several extremely hard-to-find paints, and the old man was moved on the spot.

Wen Mianmian gave him a wink, and he agreed, and went back to get a set of painting tools for them in person. Wen Mianmian ordered people to arrange the seats and add two more lights to make the room brighter.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Liang were also waiting at the side. They wanted to see how capable this old man who got into the newspaper by virtue of his connections was.

Facts have proved that the old man is really outstanding in painting portraits, and Master Wang regretted it after only half of the painting. After waiting for half an hour, Qin Yifan's portrait was officially announced, and the people around couldn't wait to surround him.

Qin Yifan is a little short and fat, strictly speaking he can't be called handsome, and if you look closely at the fine brushwork, it can't be considered amazing, but that portrait gives people a feeling that Qin Yifan is very energetic and confident, and one glance can make people feel right. He has a good impression, which makes people ignore his real appearance.

Master Qin was not satisfied, and praised: "Old man, you are really a master."

"Everyone in the capital is inferior to your technique."

Wen Mianmian saw that Master Wang and Master Liang both showed regretful expressions, and took the opportunity to say: "My grandfather doesn't like fame and fortune, and he has been working hard on painting skills since he was young. I agree with you, Master Qin. .”

Lord Qin looked at the portrait cheerfully, and sighed again, "You are indeed a master."

"My lord and my concubine, look at the two of you, this old man has been drawn, why don't you change it?"

"In the old man's heart, whoever painted it couldn't be better than the old man."

Seeing what he said, Wen Mianmian expressed his satisfaction, and seeing that he also brought generous gifts, it was much better than the two people next to him who came just holding a painting.

Hua Jingyun nodded, "I didn't want to make an exception, since I have drawn them all, let's use them."

In this way, Master Qin was overjoyed. After thanking him, he left a generous gift, and took his grandson away, thinking while walking. As for the palace, the two are considered acquaintances.

Seeing the back of him leaving triumphantly, Master Wang and General Liang were moved, and they were about to ask Mr. Wen to make a move, but the old man only had the precious paint in his heart at the moment, so he waved his hand to Wen Mianmian casually and went back with the paint. None of them were given to Mr. Wang.

"This"

Mr. Wang was very annoyed and regretful. Looking at the portraits that he paid 1000 taels for everyone to draw, he suddenly felt that it was difficult to catch his eyes. In the end, he could only watch Mr. Qin as he wished.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain in the sky, the wind blows the bamboo, the rain hits the delicate flowers, the sound of the wind and rain brings vitality to the earth, and brings peace of mind to those who are sleeping.

Wen Mianmian was still chatting and laughing with Mrs. Wang, and his big ox dragged her to lie down while talking about the excitement, "It seems that you are in good spirits, why don't you do something interesting."

Caught off guard, Wen Mianmian was hugged in her arms, and the room was muddy with the sound of wind and rain outside the window.

In the morning of the next day, it was blue and cloudless again, and the sun was high.

Today is the first day for young talents in Kyoto to enter the top ten competitions. Those who got tickets early in the morning put on their most decent clothes, dreaming about the scene of seeing the emperor today, and lamenting the good weather. It's raining, the wind blows in the morning, and the sun shines like this, making it dry and refreshing.

People in twos and threes walked down the street to the Royal Martial Arts Arena. Although they couldn't enter the door yet, they could see the portraits of the top [-] outside.

Beautifully dressed girls were also mixed in the crowd, three or two together or five or six people, who didn't know what they said, each of them trembling while holding their handkerchiefs and laughing.

The spirited guy on the road couldn't help but look secretly. Although men and women have to guard against each other, everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention the girls today are especially beautiful.

The outer wall of the Royal Martial Arts Arena has been plastered with portraits, and countless people point around the portraits, "This No. [-] Young Master Zhang is so handsome, alas, he is not married yet!"

I don't know whether the newspaper was intentional or unintentional, but each portrait briefly introduces the person's name, where his ancestral home is, how old he is, and whether he is married, which greatly facilitates these spectators.

A man dressed as a wealthy businessman and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl stood in front of the portrait of contestant No. 21, "Girl, what do you think of this person?"

There has always been a history of catching sons-in-law under the list. Those who entered the top [-], as long as they take the scientific examination in the end, they may not have a place on the imperial list. Now it is very suitable to choose.

There are quite a few people with this purpose, and even before the game started, this place became the spot to catch the son-in-law.

The girl blushed and shook her head, looking at the young man on the 27th.

Suddenly there was a loud voice, "Come and see, this is my nephew. My nephew is recuperating at home now, and he will play in the afternoon."

This person was talking about the 27th, and the businessman immediately cupped his hands to congratulate him, and began to greet him.
Another wealthy businessman took a booklet and read it with great interest, and sighed: "This booklet is more detailed than those on the wall."

Someone leaned forward and exclaimed, "Oh, there is still a brochure, where did it come from?"

The rich man pointed to the gate of the Martial Arts Field, "50 taels, it's a good deal."

At 50 taels, he can sit down and slowly choose a son-in-law, isn't it better than the one whose neck hurts?
Soon the people sent by Qin Feng sold out 500 copies of the brochures, earning [-] taels in blood.

It turned out that these people from the newspaper office did it in private, and Hua Jingyun nodded in agreement. After working so hard for so long, it must be a little bit sweet.

It's a pity that there are too many people, and the painters hired are in a hurry, that is, the amount of [-] copies.

Wen Mianmian slept until the sun was up, as for the reason, just think it was because she was lazy, waiting to be scooped up from the bed by Lingguo and wash up, it was almost noon.

"The competition is in the afternoon, so there's still time."

Head was a little dizzy from sleep, Wen Mianmian sat under the eaves and yawned without image, Mother Fang wanted to talk about her when she saw that she had no image at all, she sat down very dignifiedly before opening her mouth, "Mom~ "

Mammy said helplessly, "It won't happen in the future."

The dignified concubine, the mistress of the palace, shook her legs and opened her mouth wide and yawned. If outsiders saw this, she would have no image at all. She had said it many times, but it had little effect.

Wen Mianmian was about to yawn again, but when she saw Nanny Fang staring at her, she raised her arms and covered herself with her sleeves, her mouth gaping open.

(End of this chapter)