Forensic drug concubine

Chapter 221 Is there such a practice?

"Miss, don't worry, the feast of fighting skills tomorrow will be much more comfortable than today's. When the hunting in the future, the lady can also end at that time, it will be very interesting." Mo Zhuang said

Mu Qingwan sighed comfortably after soaking in the hot water, and said, "If I really have to sit like this for several days, I really don't want to go, it's really torture."

Seeing the miserable look on her face, Mo Zhuang and Man Yue laughed out loud: "Miss didn't even frown when she was injured before, this is just sitting for a few days, and she is so scared, look Come on, the way to deal with Miss in the future is to let her sit for a day."

"That's it."

The three of them laughed and quarreled for a while, Mo Zhuang thought of something, put away his smiling face, and said, "But miss, you still have to prepare well, this year's fighting art banquet, all young ladies and gentlemen from all families must participate."

Mu Qingwan raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, "Is there such a practice in the previous fighting banquets?"

Mo Zhuang shook his head: "No, I don't know why this year, but the emperor made such a decree."

"Well, I see." Mu Qingwan nodded. Intuitively, she felt that tomorrow's banquet would definitely not be so peaceful. After all, there are so many people secretly wanting to see her make a fool of herself, and she might meet a pusher at some point. , Waiting to see her good show.

"By the way miss, that Qin Shiyu sent news to Lingniang today, saying that she has not found the lady who ordered her before." Mo Zhuang said.

Mu Qingwan snorted, "Go up tonight and tell her to let her go hunting with me the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

On the second day of the feast of fighting arts, the scene was very lively. When Mu Qingwan arrived, the ladies of each family were all dressed up, and each one was more elegant than the other. The scene looked gorgeous.

Today's banquet was not held on the Phoenix Terrace yesterday, but in the palace on Mount Li.

"Today's feast of fighting skills is quite different from previous years!" Mu Qingwan was sitting, and the voices of other ladies came from beside her.

"That's right. In previous years, the emperor and empress would come to see the performers compete round after round, but this year it was handed over to the three princes to preside over it."

Mu Qingwan listened to their discussions, and took a casual look around the arena.

Today's feast of fighting skills is set according to the promotion system.

There are three rounds for each skill competition. If you advance in all three rounds, you will be considered the winner. Wait for the other winners to decide the outcome again. If you do not advance in the first three rounds, you will be in the original position Wait for another round, and compete with the players in the next round until they win or are eliminated.

"Miss, after a while, the sons and daughters of each family will go to the main hall to draw lots, and they will compare with whatever they win." Mo Zhuang said in a low voice.

"Ah."

In the main hall of the palace, the emperor and empress had already arrived, and Mu Qingwan followed the ladies and gentlemen in the past, and after bowing down, the lottery began.

"Since today is the banquet of fighting skills, the talented people from South Vietnam should also participate enthusiastically. If they win, I will definitely reward them."

"We will do our best."

When the lottery was drawn, Mu Qingwan and Mu Yinyue were in the same group. When the wooden lottery was handed over, Mu Qingwan was about to reach out, but was snatched by Mu Yinyue next to her. Yue said with a proud face, as if she had picked up a treasure.

Mu Yinyue opened the sign, and there was a book written on it. Immediately, the smug look in Mu Yinyue's eyes became heavier.

Mu Qingwan took another one, and when she opened it, it was written on it.

She frowned, there was no problem with drawing, but the line of small characters below said that it was magical and lifelike.

"Miss..." Mo Zhuang stood behind Mu Qingwan and frowned when she saw the lottery.

There is nothing difficult about drawing, but isn't it obviously embarrassing to sign such a requirement?Unless it is a figure at the master level, how could others draw such a picture!
Originally, this lottery should belong to Mu Yinyue, but Mu Yinyue snatched Mu Qingwan's lottery and left the difficult competition to Mu Qingwan. Thinking of this, Mo Zhuang felt even worse a bit.

"It's nothing." Mu Qingwan said lightly, looking at the triumphant Mu Yinyue next to her, she couldn't help but sneered in her heart, let her be proud for a while, and wait until she cries.

For the women present, the lotteries drawn were all one of the four types of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Mu Qingwan looked at it, and at the same time, the ones who got the paintings were Cui Jingshu, Gong Yaxin, and the ones who got the piano were Gong Aoxue, Zhong Qianqian, Shangguan Pei, who got chess, Lou Qingwu, Sun Shiyue, Yao Sesel, who got books, Qiao Yuning, Mu Yinyue, Lou Qiyan.

Mu Qingwan looked at her opponents in the same group, and felt a little bit emotional in her heart that the drawing of lots was really a coincidence. Cui Jingshu's good paintings are well known in the capital, and Gong Yaxin, the concubine daughter of the Gong family, is also very good at painting. A standout.

Mu Qingwan watched Mu Yinyue cast a provocative look, and she was sure in her heart that the lottery this time must have been arranged in advance, and her own lottery must have been given to Mu Yinyue by someone. Bar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, each round of competition is limited to one stick of incense. The topic of the first round is Lan."

After the examiner finished speaking, he asked people to light incense.

The ink makeup was being polished by Mu Qingwan, and Mu Qingwan was not in a hurry to start writing. She glanced at Cui Jingshu and Gong Yaxin, and they had already started writing.

Mu Qingwan thought for a while before starting to write.

She had studied traditional Chinese painting with her grandfather before, and although she wasn't very skilled, she was considered one of the best. However, painting this orchid doesn't mean that if she draws well, she can win.

On the white rice paper, Mu Qingwan's brush strokes lightly, her movements are smooth and flowing, it looks like a performance, but her movements are so arbitrary that people can't take their eyes off.

At this time, a man in a brocade robe walked into the venue. He watched Mu Qingwan's movements, and a glint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

The accompanying people were about to announce, but they were stopped by the brocade man raising his hand.

The time for a stick of incense is almost here, Cui Jingshu and Gong Yaxin both put away their pens, but Mu Qingwan has not stopped writing.

However, she was not in a hurry, and her movements were still unhurried. At the same time that the examiner said the three words "time is up", Mu Qingwan just stopped the pen.

At this time, the brocade-robed man came in and walked up to the high platform. The examiner saw him and immediately bowed to salute: "See Your Highness the Second Prince, the Second Prince is thousand years old."

"Exemption." The gentle voice seemed to make people feel like spring breeze. From everyone's perspective, the second prince was naturally noble, but he was handsome, and his body exuded more of a scholarly air.

(End of this chapter)