Concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion: The princess is not to be messed with

Chapter 89
Now that it has been decided, it was Emperor Wu Ning who played chess who asked someone to put it on the chess table, and placed it on the aisle in the middle, and did not go up or down the table.If you go up and down the stage, you won't be able to see how they play chess.

Mo Qingling asked Luo Bingxue to choose a son, and Luo Bingxue chose Bai, which was in line with her own preferences.Baizi went first, Luo Bingxue dropped his piece first, and Mo Qingling followed suit.Emperor Wu Ning thought he was sitting in the pavilion, so he walked out without seeing it.Standing beside the two with hands behind their backs, watching them play chess.Jimo Qianyu also ran off the dragon chair to join in the fun, although he only knows a little bit about chess.

Jimo City didn't go over to look, but they were able to pass through. From the position of their chess, they knew where their pieces landed.Suddenly Jimocheng said: "Luo Bingxue lost!"

Yue Qingfeng and Qi Aotian next to him happened to hear it too, and Qi Aotian looked at Jimo City and asked: "You haven't seen it, how do you know? Besides, Luo Bingxue's chess skills are superb, so he will lose to Mo Qingling so quickly." You know , now the two of them are just falling apart, only ten pieces.

Yue Qingfeng believed Jimo City's words, because he believed in Jimo City.He turned his head and continued to look at Luo Bingxue who was playing chess.I saw that she was holding on to the white piece in her hand, and she didn't let it go down for a long time, and her face was very ugly.

Although Luo Bingyan was angry with his sister just now, but now that his sister is competing, he is still very concerned.It never occurred to him that someone would be within the cross, seeing that her sister would be in such a situation, they would not even know how to make a move.

"Father" Luo Bingyan called out with some worry, the father in front of him, Luo Xun.

Luo Xun stroked his beard and said, "A proud soldier must be defeated." That's right, his daughter is indeed very talented, but she is too proud.Therefore, today's fiasco can be regarded as a lesson for her.

Now that her father said so, Luo Bingyan knew in her heart that her sister was doomed to lose in this game, and it was a disastrous defeat.Such a proud younger sister must be unacceptable for a while.

Sitting next to Luo Xun was Xu Xian's stepmother who also had her own child.Because Luo Bingxue looked down on her, and she didn't care about Luo Bingxue's affairs.

Luo Bingxue thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up.Mo Qingling smiled, one sunspot landed, both put eleven stones each, Luo Bingxue lost miserably.

Luo Bingxue looked at the chess game in disbelief, never expecting that she would lose so badly.Moreover, losing to Mo Qingling, Luo Bingxue's strong self-esteem couldn't accept it at all.

"Mo Qingling wins!" Emperor Wu Ning announced directly, he had never seen such an exquisite chess game.Before Cai Baizi realized it, he was completely suppressed by Heizi.

"No way! So fast? Luo Bingxue lost so quickly?" Everyone couldn't believe it. Knowing Luo Bingxue's chess skills, even few men could beat her, and she lost to Mo Qing so quickly. spirit.

Luo Bingxue's face was ugly at the time, she stood up and looked at Mo Qingling and said, "I want to compete with you in calligraphy." She didn't believe it, she couldn't beat Mo Qingling.

"Okay." Mo Qingling agreed without hesitation.

Emperor Wu Ning came back again, placed two desks, sat back on his dragon chair, and carried Jimo Qianyu back by the way.

The two maids helped Mo Qingling and Luo Bingxue to grind the ink. After the ink was finished, they spread the rice paper on the desk and pressed it down with a paperweight.Before the lover left the desk, he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink.After thinking about what words I want to write, I made a comparison at the same time.Luo Bingxue wrote every word and stroke very seriously.Mo Qingling took the fault, but wrote very casually.Soon, Mo Qingling finished writing, and Luo Bingxue still had one more word to finish. After reading what Mo Qingling wrote, she felt confident.

Soon Luo Bingxue also wrote a pen, and four court ladies stepped forward, two of them holding a set of words, and they behaved loftily so that everyone could watch.Mo Qingqing wrote a famous saying in ancient China, that is, "Three days after a farewell to a scholar, you should look at him with admiration." He used smooth cursive script.

And Luo Bingxue wrote, in four big characters, "King Shi Ming Jun" and used regular script.This is obviously to please, does Emperor Wu Ning mean it?

Everyone looked at it separately, Mo Qingling's handwriting was the same as Luo Bingxue's.

"I think Miss Luo's handwriting is better."

"That's right, although Ms. Mo Er writes fluently, she is too casual, which has become a shortcoming." Jimo Cheng looked at Mo Qingling who was silent and didn't respond when others praised Luo Bingxue's handwriting.From this point of view, Luo Bingxue's handwriting is better than hers.However, the sentence she wrote made him very fond of it: "After three days, you should look at him with admiration." This should be about herself!She is telling others that people should not be seen with one eye. People will learn, progress and change, and it is impossible to stay the same forever.

Emperor Wu Ning also felt that Luo Bingxue's handwriting was better, looked at Mo Qingling and said, "Second Miss Mo, everyone says that Luo Bingxue's handwriting is better, what do you think?"

Mo Qingling nodded and said: "Her handwriting is naturally very good." Everyone thought that Mo Qingling was about to admit defeat, but they knew that she changed the subject and said very proudly: "However, my handwriting is better than hers. .”

Mo Qingling said to the two maids: "Turn the back around and hold it horizontally." The two maids did as they did, turning the back of the word around and holding it horizontally.

"How?" Mo Qingling looked at Emperor Wuning and asked with a confident smile on his face.Emperor Wu Ning was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he could still write this word like this.

Not only Emperor Wu Ning, but everyone who saw the back of the word was too shocked to speak.

"Okay, okay!" Mo Zhengqing clapped his hands and shouted, because it was his daughter.

Jimo Cheng's eyes were full of astonishment, this Mo Qingling was indeed a strange person.

Luo Bingxue shook her head, how could this happen?The front is clearly written in cursive script.But one is held horizontally on the back, but it is also the sentence that is more positive, but it has been replaced with regular script.

Nalan Jiuge's mouth was so wide open that a mouthful of duck eggs could be stuffed inside.Is this Mo Qingling human?It's actually written like this.

"Your sister is not human, not human." Nalan Jiuge said with certainty.

Mo Qingyan looked at Nalan Jiuge angrily and said: "Your sister is not human!" After he returned, he must ask his sister to teach him to write such characters.

"Papa." Quitehe couldn't help but applaud in admiration.

Luo Xun had never seen someone write like this before, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What a genius, a genius!" He has lived for so many years and studied calligraphy for a long time, but he has never seen a writing method like this.His daughter, losing at the hands of such a person, should be convinced.

It was obvious that Mo Qingling still won the calligraphy competition.And Emperor Wu Ning also put away the words written by Mo Qingling.

Lost in both chess and calligraphy, Luo Bingxue has never lost like today.But Luo Bingxue still didn't give up, she had to win against Mo Qingling no matter what, so she wanted to compete with Mo Qingling in painting.Mo Qingling still did not hesitate, and agreed wholeheartedly.Emperor Wu Ning had people put on various paints, but Mo Qingling only took red paint.After adjusting the intensity of the color, Mo Qingling cut his finger at an angle that others couldn't see, and dripped a few drops of blood into the paint.No one saw Mo Qingling's move.

The reason Mo Qingling wanted to drip her own blood into the red paint was entirely because she discovered something.Ever since I ate those ice muscle pills, if I sweat, some butterflies will fly over.Because there is fragrance in her sweat, since there is fragrance in sweat, let alone in blood.Many things are to be won by surprise.

Luo Bingxue chose a lot of paints, as if she wanted to paint a masterpiece!Mo Qingling took the brush with a big head, soaked it with ink, and drew a branch of a plum blossom on the paper with a flick of the brush.

Everyone was very puzzled by Mo Qingling's method. With so much ink, how can the painting be done?Everyone thought that this Mo Qingling might lose in the painting.

Mo Qingling let go of her troubles, and blew on the branches of plum blossoms against the still ink.

Luo Bingxue, who was drawing, watched Mo Qingling blowing on the rice paper, thinking about what kind of tricks this Mo Qingling was playing.

Everyone's behavior towards Mo Qingling was also very strange, wasn't it Huahua?How to blow with your mouth!Mo Qingling saw that the branches were almost blown, and the shape was also very good.Then he took a clean brush again, stained with red paint, and sprinkled it on the rice paper very casually.Is this Mo Qingling painting?Luo Bingxue felt that she had been insulted, and this Mo Qingling clearly couldn't draw.

The black branches are full of red dots.Mo Qingling nodded, and put down the brush in great satisfaction.He said to Emperor Wu Ning who was sitting in the pavilion: "Does the Emperor want to come and see?" This is the most beautiful moment when the plum blossoms are blowing. It would be a pity if no one watched.

"I really want to see what you drew?" I moved twice, what can I draw.Not only is it delicious, Emperor Wu Ning stepped out of the gazebo, and even the Empress couldn't help but want to take a look.

"I want to see it too." Su Xun stood up and said to Emperor Wu Ning.

"Yes"

Qi Aotian and Jimo Qianyang, who joined in the fun, also ran over to see what Mo Qingling was up to.

So, before Mo Qingling's painting was finished, a circle of people surrounded the table.Luo Bingxue's pressure was understandable, even her own father went to see Mo Qingling's paintings, Luo Bingxue inevitably became impetuous.

"What is this?" Qi Aotian looked at a piece of paper, there were black branches like things, just some red dots, what's so interesting about it.This Mo Qingling must be playing tricks!

"Look at it," Mo Qingling said to the crowd, then bent down and blew on the rice paper.Those little dots who originally thought that the aura of love was chaotic, actually expelled the blossoming plum blossoms.

"It's plum blossoms, plum blossoms are blooming." Jimo Qianyu called out first.

Looking at the moment when the flowers bloomed, the picture of plum blossoms that had been modified naturally appeared in front of everyone.Moreover, they seem to smell the quiet smell of plum blossoms.

"It's wonderful, I've never painted like this before." Su Xun couldn't help admiring.

Empress Yue looked at Mo Qingling with great satisfaction and nodded, this Mo Qingling is not bad, she is qualified to be Qingfeng's concubine.

"Mo Qingling! Mo Qingling, I really want to see what's going on in your head?"

After everyone finished watching, they returned to their seats, and waited for Luo Bingxue to finish the painting before comparing it with Mo Qingling.While Mo Qingling was waiting for Luo Bingxue, she wrote a poem on the painting.

Finally Luo Bingxue finished painting, Luo Bingxue drew a picture of a hundred flowers blooming, although the painting is good.But it seems that because of some impetuousness, the latter part looks a little messy.And Luo Bingxue also mentioned a poem about peony flowers.

The palace maid also held up the painting for everyone to watch.Those who didn't see how Mo Qingling made plum blossoms bloom also saw Mo Qingling's plum blossom picture.Unexpectedly, with a few random strokes and a few more breaths, there is such a natural and natural-looking plum blossom picture.

After Luo Bingyan saw this picture, he secretly exclaimed, no wonder his father also applauded it.This plum blossom picture is even better.Luo Bingyan saw that there was a poem next to it and read it out: "Peaches and plums are not jealous of each other, but their appearance is different. They are still in the state of frost and snow, but they are not willing to be very red. Good poem." This poem fully describes plum blossoms. unique personality and attitude.

Luo Xun also nodded, this painting is even better, it seems that Mo Zhengqing's second daughter is really a genius!
"I think Miss Luo's paintings are also very good!"

"That's right." Many ladies spoke for Luo Bingxue one after another.

"Look at that peony, how beautifully painted it is."

That's when those ladies all said that Luo Bingxue's painting was good.Under the moonlight, a group of butterflies flew over.

"Butterfly?" Everyone exclaimed in amazement, how could there be butterflies flying here at night.

"A lot of butterflies."

Just when everyone was surprised and butterflies appeared at night, all the butterflies started to dance around Mo Qingling.A beautiful scene was formed, and finally stopped on the blossoming plum blossoms of the plum blossom picture.Colorful butterflies are covered with rice paper.Those who said that Luo Bingxue's paintings were good were finally speechless.

"Wow! Sister Qingling's plum blossoms have attracted all the butterflies, so beautiful." Jimo Qianyu slid off the dragon chair again, ran to Mo Qingling's side, and touched the butterfly on the plum blossoms.The butterflies were frightened and all flew up.Then it stopped on the plum blossom again, "Go!" Mo Qingling waved his hand, and a brightly colored big butterfly stopped on Mo Qingling's finger for a while.As if they understood Mo Qingling's words, they flew away with a group of butterflies and disappeared into the moonlight.

Luo Bingxue was so excited by those butterflies, shouldn't butterflies like flowers like peonies?Why did those butterflies stay on Mo Qingling's flowers alone?

(End of this chapter)