Peerless little medical concubine

Chapter 108 Can You Get Over It?

"Second prince, the second prince is here, go and have a look..."

"Really? Where?"

On the deck, many young ladies soon crowded around, all looking forward to a painting boat on the opposite side.

Ning Erlan looked over in a blink of an eye, and saw Wei Ziming wearing a pale gold Suzhou embroidered robe at a glance. He has an eternal gentle temperament, which always gives people a sense of approachability.

"I didn't expect the second prince to come to the Peony Festival."

"If there is a chance to fall into the eyes of the second prince..."

Standing on the deck and looking at Wei Ziming, there are quite a few silly ladies. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a popular lover.

Just when she was about to turn her eyes back, Wei Ziming raised his head and looked at her as if in a sense.

Ning Erlan lowered her eyes, turned around and returned to her seat as if she didn't see it.

When I returned to my position, I saw Ning Shuangyu who was stretching her neck and looking towards the opposite side at a glance.

"Third sister, has the second prince arrived at the opposite side?" Seeing Ning Erlan's return, she forgot the unhappiness between the two of them for a while, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Isn't it true that the second sister will know when she goes over to see it." Ning Erlan sat back in her seat and said in a neutral manner.

Ning Shuangyu didn't care too much, and walked to the plywood to have a look.

After half an hour passed, almost all the people who were supposed to come had arrived.Those with some identities got on the four largest painting boats in the river, and those with insufficient identities who wanted to participate in the grand event could only wait on the nearby boats.

Ning Renlan felt an uncomfortable gaze falling on her, and when she raised her eyes, she met Xiao Jinling's resentful expression.

It seems that this Miss Xiao has held her grudges very hard.

When the time comes, the Peony Festival begins.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt walked slowly from a painting boat opposite to the stage built between the four painting boats. His steps were steady, and even though the wooden ladder on the stage had started to shake, he didn't mind at all. Affected.

"It is a great honor to see so many people coming to the Peony Festival. The Peony Festival is held every three years, and a Peony King will be elected every year, regardless of gender. Anyone who is familiar with the Peony Festival must know that the The competition is divided into three rounds. After the three rounds, the one with the most wooden beads will be the current Peony King."

Listening to the discussion of the young lady at the side, Ning Erlan realized that the person speaking on the stage was Mr. Jingyun, the eldest son of Mr. Jingyuan, who is quite famous in Daqin. Although she had never been to an academy, she knew that Mr. Jingyuan was a great scholar , the Hanlin Academy where it is located is the largest academy that has produced the most talents in Daqin, and is highly respected and admired by literati.

The rules of this Peony Festival are very simple. All contestants will participate in the preliminary test. After the preliminary test, there will be three real competitions. After each competition, those who have wooden beads in their hands will vote once. Beads, choose once in a game, and the person with the most wooden beads after three games is the Peony King.

The rules of this competition are somewhat similar to the one she saw in Shancheng, but the difference is that the nobles who are invited to watch will have ten beads in their hands, which may become the key to the result in many cases.

"This year, I was honored to invite the Second Prince, His Highness King Ling, the Eighth Princess, and the Sixth Prince. They all have ten beads in their hands. As for who will spend these beads, it depends on everyone's ability. " After Mr. Jingyun finished speaking, he asked the disciples on the boat to bring up a painting.

Those young masters and ladies who were eagerly watching Wei Lingxiao and the others also turned their gazes back to the stage.

"The topic of the first test today is painting." After finishing speaking, the disciple unfolded the scroll in his hand, and there was only one large character on the scroll, rain.

"Everyone draw the rain in your heart according to their own understanding. After everyone gets the rice paper, the time will start for a quarter of an hour." With a wave of Mr. Jingyun's hand, the disciple behind him brought up the hourglass.

After seeing that everyone who participated in the competition had taken the paper, he raised his voice: "The timing begins."

Ning Erlan looked at the snow-white rice paper on the table with rather tangled feelings. In her previous life, she had learned to draw, but that was to be able to draw a good picture of the human body structure. She definitely did not have real drawing skills.

Simply making two strokes at random just happened to be eliminated.

Thinking of this, she didn't care too much, and raised her hand to draw on the rice paper.

On the painting boat opposite, Wei Ziqiao leaned on the chair bored, staring blankly at the river scene in front of him in a daze.Such a game is really too boring for him.

"I don't know when this competition will end?" He asked Guan Furan yesterday if Ning San would come to the Peony Festival. Obviously, Guan Furan's answer was no. If he hadn't been invited by Mr. Jingyun, he would really I don't really want to come and sit here.

"Who does Ling Wang think this year's Peony King will be?" Wei Ziming looked away from Ning Erlan with a handsome smile, and asked Wei Lingxiao who was drinking tea with his head bowed.

Putting down the porcelain cup, Wei Lingxiao said indifferently: "This king doesn't have the ability to predict, so how can he know who it is?"

"That's right, there is already a peony flower in Ling Wang's mansion, it's normal to lose interest... I don't know what unexpected skills Ms. Ning San has, but this massage technique is excellent .” Wei Ziming said with a leisurely smile.

"Two royal brothers, please chat slowly, and I will go to various painting boats to have a look." Although Guan Furan said that Ning San would not come, maybe he was on a whim again, anyway, sitting is boring, so it is better to go and see look.

Wei Ziqiao disappeared on the painting boat in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, you will find that his figure has appeared on another painting boat.

Wei Lingxiao's black eyes sank, but he didn't speak any more, and slowly turned his gaze to the painting boat opposite.

A quarter of an hour is actually not much time, but it is the effort of two cups of tea.

"It's time, everyone, please stop the paintbrushes in your hands." Mr. Jingyun's voice sounded as the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass.

Everyone politely put down their paintbrushes, and soon someone came forward to collect their paintings in order, and took them to Wei Lingxiao's painting boat. They were the judges of the preliminary competition, and they decided to keep them.

On the corners of each painting is the player's card number, not their name, so it's a blind selection.

Wei Lingxiao looked at the painting in front of him with half a sheet of rice paper smeared, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Seeing this, Wei Ziming also leaned over curiously. "This... I don't know who did it. It's really... unique." The title of the painting is rain, but this painting only has a piece of black ink. What is this?
"What kind of mess, dare to come to the peony festival with this ability? Humph, it's just asking for shame! Let me see how many numbers, 85, hum, it's ridiculous." Wei Biqin also joined in curiously. Come over and look at it, and when you look at the work that can't be called a painting at all, you just snort and sarcastically.

"That's not necessarily the case. Thinking about it, it's not often like this when it rains in the past?" Wei Ziqiao flashed back to the painting boat at some point, looked at the words in Wei Lingxiao's hand and said with interest.

Wei Ziqiao's explanation made Wei Lingxiao and Wei Ziming raise their eyebrows. This is really true.A cloudy and rainy day is indeed black all over the sky.In this way, this work is not without its merits, at least the entry point of the artistic conception she thought of is quite special.

"It's been painted, I want to see who that number 85 is." Wei Ziqiao reached out and took the painting and handed it to the waiting person.

The results came out very quickly, hundreds of people participated, and only ordinary people passed the preliminary round.The waiters walked across the stage with the paintings that passed the preliminary round in their hands, so that everyone could see the works in their hands.

Everyone was engrossed in looking at the paintings on the stage to see if there were any of them.

"Hey, why is that painting so black? What is it painted on, how can it pass?"

"Yeah, it's really weird to draw..."

The voice next to her ear made Ning Erlan stop holding the snack on the table, and turned her head to look at the stage.When he saw the painting on one of the waiters, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

It's all right!She originally wanted to deal with it casually, but she didn't expect those people to let her pass.

After one round of the works, Mr. Jingyun announced the candidates who can formally participate.When Ning Erlan heard the number in Mr. Jingyun's mouth with an uncertain mood, she shrank instantly.

"There is no set scope for the first round of this year's competition. No matter what you perform, if you can make everyone feel good, you just need to be willing to throw the wooden beads in your hand to you. According to the order, the first place is No. [-]."

The first performer was a woman who thought she was wearing a white gauze dress, because Ning Erlan couldn't see her facial features clearly because of the distance, but she was a beauty by looking at the figure of growing lotus every step of the way.

She is holding a pipa in her hand, and she looks like she is going to play the pipa.But it was a big problem for her to go on stage like this. As soon as she stepped onto the wooden ladder on the stage, the stage began to shake. It was okay at first, but when it became more and more shaken behind her, she could no longer maintain her original dignity , squatting down in embarrassment and reaching out to hold the wooden ladder. I don't know if it was intentional, but there are no handrails around the wooden ladder.

When she walked onto the stage, her complexion was already a little ugly. She was so ugly before she performed, and her image was greatly compromised in the hearts of everyone.

Everyone was only focused on watching the jokes, and they didn't care to listen to the pipa that was played well but did not shock the effect.

Several of the performers in succession were young ladies, and none of them were not embarrassed.

"Hmph, they're all a bunch of weak and weak trash, how dare such a person come out to embarrass others?" Seemingly it was Xiao Jinling's turn, she stood up and raised her proud head in disdain. Put that stage in your eyes.

She wore a coquettish red dress today, so bright and coquettishly red, she is the kind of character who can be noticed at a glance when standing in the crowd.

When she walked past Ning Erlan, she bumped into Ning Erlan whether it was intentional or unintentional, and walked away with a soft snort.

Ning Erlan choked speechlessly, she really was a child leftist, thought that bumping her would save her a piece of meat?
It's just that she doesn't know that a conspiracy is slowly reaching out to her...

(End of this chapter)