After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

Mu Qiaoxi did not expect that the little girl who was happy there just now would order her so high and mighty.

This feeling was not like the nouveau riche temperament of the young lady next to her. This thought vaguely flashed through Mu Qiaoxi's mind.

I just feel that although the girl in front of me is dressed in men's clothing, her noble attitude is inherent in her.

The crowd's eyes lingered on the two of them, but Mu Qiaoxi had a calm face. She slowly took a step forward, leaned into the girl's ear, and whispered, "You and I are both women, and we have to pay attention to one thing in everything."

First come first served, I see the lady is our girl, why are you still being unreasonable?"

Mu Qiaoxi quietly pointed out the other party's identity as a woman and wanted to reason with him. Although it was a threat, it was not rude.

The woman was indeed unconvinced and took a step back. She was not bothered by her identity being exposed.

"This carving master is a famous master in Luyang City. I don't know how many famous things are made by him. I am here today without hiding it from you. I want to ask this carving master to carve hollow patterns on my fan.

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Mu Qiaoxi remembered that when she was in the mansion, Hongxiu had said that this sculptor had always worked for the royal family.

Presumably, the fan in front of me is what the girl wants, and the identity of the person who wants to give it must be extraordinary.

"Young girl is very smart. You should know that I am giving this fan to someone important. Otherwise, I wouldn't have put so much effort into it."

Unexpectedly, Mu Qiaoxi smiled, her eyes wandered to the fan, and she shook her head, "Although your thoughts are exquisite, you have forgotten that the fan is just a thing that is held in the hand to fan the wind. It is hollowed out like this

, has lost its own meaning.”

After the girl finished speaking, she glanced at the drawing in Mu Qiaoxi's hand. It looked like jade accessories for clothes.

She snorted disdainfully, "What about you? What you make is just accessories that can be bought on the street, so why bother to find famous designers to make them? It's just a daughter's little thought, why do you have to get ahead of me? Besides, collect

The person who collects your things is no better than me, the person who collects the fans."

When the girl said this, her eyes were full of pride and confidence.

The red sleeve on one side couldn't sit still. Who said it was worse? She walked forward aggressively: "Do you know that my lady's accessories are meant to be used..."

Before she finished speaking, Mu Qiaoxi grabbed Hongxiu. She didn't want everyone to know about the python robe.

When the girl saw that Hongxiu was still talking, she had an idea in her mind.

"Since you don't want to give in, we are in Zizhuxuan, so let's follow the rules of Zizhuxuan. If you compete with me, whoever wins will be in the front, so that the other party can be convinced and humble!"

Mu Qiaoxi did not expect that this girl, who looked kind-hearted, could be so aggressive.

"If there is no other way to make the girl reason except a competition, then fine, I will have a competition with you."

People in Zizhuxuan like to watch this kind of fighting between writers and ink. Everyone invited two tables and placed them on the four treasures of the study. Some people diligently polished them for the two of them just to watch this fight.

The sculptor who was fighting over them had turned gray at the temples. Seeing the young man like this, he smiled helplessly.

"I'm really flattered to be favored by these two people. Since I'm going to compete in painting today, I'll decide on the top question."

As he spoke, the master sculptor walked to the table and wrote something on a piece of white paper.

"bamboo."

Mu Qiaoxi and the girl each pondered the word "bamboo".

The girl moves smoothly, and when she picks up the pen, she writes wonderfully on the paper. Every time she puts pen to paper, she will arouse an exclamation of surprise.

His ink marks are as graceful as a frightening giant and as graceful as a swimming dragon, and the time when dipping in water and picking up the ink is pleasant and smooth.

"The young master's painting skills are really amazing."

"This black bamboo has the divine form, it looks like the real thing."

"It's hard to tell the truth from the false. It's hard to tell the truth from the false. If you look at it from a distance, wouldn't it just be a lush clump of ink bamboo?"

When Hongxiu heard the literati praising the girl, she was already very anxious. If the young lady really lost this competition, wouldn't the accessories on the python robe be delayed?

The work on the python robe can affect the whole body with just one hair, and nothing can be done sloppily. Thinking of this, Hongxiu became so anxious that the handkerchief in her hand was wrinkled.

But then he looked at Mu Qiaoxi. She was holding the langhao pen in her hand, and was slowly pouring ink on the paper.

Someone nearby whispered that if the ink is used in such a deep and heavy manner, the ink that will be displayed will have different levels, which will be difficult to achieve.

The girl's painting was finished and hung on the easel on the side. Everyone was praising it.

"This young master must be the winner in this competition, right?"

Someone curiously asked the carver on the side. Although the carver stroked his beard and looked at the ink bamboo in admiration, he remained silent.

Since it's a competition, we have to wait until Mu Qiaoxi's work comes out before it's over.

Finally, when Mu Qiaoxi put down the pen in her hand and hung the painting on the shelf, it caused a sigh of relief.

This painting is full of ink smudges and is rigid and rigid. It is simply a scribbling worse than that of a beginner.

It was so unsatisfactory that everyone thought that the girl proposed the competition and Mu Qiaoxi did not agree until she came off the stage, so they all booed.

The girl crossed her arms proudly, thinking she was sure of victory. She glanced arrogantly at Mu Qiaoxi, who was enjoying tea, and handed the drawings and fan in her hands to the sculptor.

But unexpectedly, Mu Qiaoxi stopped her and said, "Young Master, please wait."

The girl turned her head and saw Mu Qiaoxi pouring the tea in her hand directly onto the horrible painting.

She was stunned for a moment. She couldn't understand the purpose of Mu Qiaoxi's actions. Was it because she was ashamed of herself? Was she going to start acting like a fool?

"What are you trying to do? The outcome has been decided, are you going to cheat?"

The girl thought that Mu Qiaoxi wanted to say that her painting had been destroyed and that she wanted to paint a new one.

Unexpectedly, there were sounds of surprise among the crowd, and the girl's eyes couldn't help but look at the painting.

After the ink was diluted, the real painting appeared, and everyone exclaimed and sighed.

The dark-colored areas are smudged out of the original color of the painting paper, and the light-colored areas gradually appear like bamboo, as if looking at flowers in the mist. It is clear that the painted bamboo is black bamboo, but the bamboo leaves seem to be stained with frost and snow.

It turns out that Mu Qiaoxi used ink so recklessly just now and hid the entire painting in the contaminated ink.

As the tea gradually dries up, the more wonderful aspects of the painting gradually become apparent.

The darker areas gradually blurred out, making the lighter areas darker. In a blink of an eye, it seemed like a real bamboo forest was swaying in front of you.

Even the carving master was amazed.

"In all my years in Zizhuxuan, I have never seen such a painting."