Hilarious little fairy: Demon Emperor, give me a kiss!

Chapter 12
"No wonder that Zhong Limo looks like a goblin." Baili Qingyun felt a little scared, but luckily he didn't offend a big shot, but is that purple robed man a big shot?

After hearing Huan'er's words, the valiant posture just now was half lost in an instant.

"It's time for the competition." The resonant voice of the master of ceremonies in the distance passed through the crowd and reached Baili Qingyun's ears.

"Let's go over and have a look, since they're all here." Baili Qingyun promised that she would not cause trouble, and just looked at the painting quietly.

The poems and paintings of the contestants have been hung up, and there are about ten pieces.Everyone walked around casually, kept pointing and looking, and chatted in small numbers.

Just passing by, I met Nan Fengji who was looking at the painting.

"Brother Feng, how about looking at the paintings together?" Baili Qingyun saw Nan Fengji, and couldn't help wanting to talk to him more, chatting with him, such a gentle personality is so heart-warming.

"Okay." Nan Fengji hesitated for a moment, waved to the people behind him, signaling them not to follow, and then walked side by side with Baili Qingyun in the poetry and painting display area.

Nan Fengjue felt bored, so he took his maid to play by himself.

"Brother Mo, what do you think of this painting?" The two stayed between a landscape painting.

The ink that has not yet dried out outlines a majestic landscape map, with layers of mist lingering, and the top of the mountain looming. It has to be said that it is a good painting.

"Although the painting is good, the pattern is not enough." Baili Qingyun smiled lightly.

"What's the explanation?" Nan Fengji thought that after reading so many pictures, this one was pretty good, but he didn't know why Baili Qingyun said that.

"In terms of portraits alone, they are all first-class in terms of brushwork and technique, but looking at paintings is like looking at people. There are so many scenes, but the top of the misty mountain is chosen, which makes people unable to see through, or the mood of the painter may not be clear. It’s clear, but the inscription is even worse.” Baili Qingyun pointed at the portrait, and what he said was insightful, Nan Fengji listened carefully.

"There are gods and men in the holy mountain, and the true knowledge can be seen through the fog. I don't know what's wrong with these two sentences?" Nan Fengji felt that the painter was not wrong at all, but the inscription fit the artistic conception of the painting.

Seeing more and more people gathered around because of their conversation, Baili Qingyun smiled.

Everyone's doubts were undoubtedly written on their faces, waiting for her analysis.

"This person is eager to express himself, and attracts the attention of the viewers by clearing the fog to see the true knowledge. It is enough to show that he is scheming, and he also implies that he is a god-man with a lot of utilitarianism. This person should never give up in order to achieve his goal. , and regardless of whether he will be reused in the end, he has fully revealed his character based on this alone." Baili Qingyun talked eloquently, without too much preparation for a speech, and the words he said It's called a wonderful one.

After such a mention, this painting is really flawed.

"I didn't expect Brother Mo to be so insightful. It's really rare." Nan Fengji looked at her appreciatively, his brows and eyes full of admiration.Porcelain white slender palms were already clapping unconsciously.

I think that my understanding of poetry and painting has reached the point where no one can match, but I don't think there are green mountains beyond the mountains.

The people around couldn't stop nodding their heads when they heard the words, and applauded along with Nan Fengji, and the applause was thunderous for a while.

Zhong Limo and the purple-robed man in the distance looked sideways when they heard the applause.

Even Nan Fengjue raised a small mouth and looked at this side.

Baili Qingyun had never seen such a formation before, she blushed, lowered her head in embarrassment, and said vaguely, "Thank you, thank you."

"According to Brother Mo, what should be the inscription?"

"It's better to write: the green hills can't cover it, and the daylight shines on the spring sky. How about it?" Baili Qingyun only thought for a second, and a line of poetry came out casually.

"The green hills can't be covered, but the white sun shines in the spring sky? The green hills will not be covered by fog forever, as long as the sun shines, everything will be clear and clear. The green hills are the painters, and the sun is naturally Bole. The hardships in front of us are just curls. It's just a mist. A line of poems instantly reversed the situation of the whole painting, with the effect of finishing touches. Good poems, good poems!" The admiration on Nan Fengji's face became more intense, and a strange light flickered in his eyes.

Looking at Baili Qingyun's baby-fat face, it was shining brightly in the sun, shining brilliantly.He didn't expect that there were so many talented people this year. Although Baili Qingyun looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, round and short in stature, and a little ordinary in appearance, he was as open-minded as anyone present.

When Baili Qingyun heard the words, she lowered her head and smiled slightly. It was just that during the college entrance examination, she had memorized a lot of ancient poems, so she naturally articulated them into words, so there was no need for such exaggerated praise.

What everyone didn't know was that everyone was shocked by her talent, but she didn't know it.

Even Huan'er couldn't believe it, her lady said what she said just now, but when did her lady become so powerful?Usually obviously do not know a big character.

"Hmph, isn't he just a poor scholar, what are you proud of?" Nan Fengjue looked at Baili Qingyun, who was shining brilliantly, and felt very uncomfortable, so he simply walked away without seeing it.

"What do you think?" The purple-robed man's dark pupils had a strange light, and he asked Zhong Limo beside him in a soft voice.

"Small skills." Zhong Limo didn't like Baili Qingyun, but he was just a short and fat scholar with a bit of talent. She didn't pay attention to him. Her main purpose today was only him.

The man in purple robe was not affected by Zhong Limo's words, with a sharp chin, he smiled slightly, and he looked at the generous short man thoughtfully, his eyes were deep and blurred.

Baili Qingyun and Nanfengji continued to watch the rest of the scrolls, pointing and talking along the way.

"Interesting." Baili Qingyun looked at a painting without an inscription, with his left hand around his chest and his right hand resting on his chin, nodding his head thoughtfully.

It was only then that Nan Fengji noticed that Baili Qingyun didn't even have a beard, not even beard stubble, and he couldn't help feeling a little doubtful in his heart. Following her gaze, he began to pay attention to the painting she was talking about.

The picture scroll uses delicate techniques to draw a picture of a human scene. A man in white stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the smallness below the mountain. The blue sky, the white clouds roll freely, and the green shade is lush. Only the desolate back is alone, and the breeze Raising the corner of the man's clothes, his black hair fluttering in the wind, the whole picture is impeccably beautiful.

"It's not interesting, but it's just an ordinary painting." Nan Feng looked at the painting in front of him in puzzlement. He had to say that the painting was indeed exquisite, but it was only exquisite.

"What did you see?" Baili Qingyun didn't dare to speak rashly after what happened just now, she just wanted to keep a low profile and ignore her own existence.

"It's just the aura of a king ruling the world." Nan Fengji's understanding of painting can be said to be extremely profound, and he has enjoyed painting and calligraphy since he was a child, so there are very few things he misses.

(End of this chapter)